I Call Him Daddy Novels & Stories

Ughhhhh "Yes daddy"

Maybe… “Tell him Daddy misses him.” Everything inside me stopped. Lungs refused to draw breath. Heart thudded painfully. Vision blurred. Tell him… Daddy misses him? I waited for him to correct himself, to laugh and say, “I mean Uncle Sam.” Anything. But he didn’t. His voice remained tender, warm—tender in a way he had not been toward the life growing inside me. And in that moment, the truth settled like ice: He wasn’t talking about his nephew or Veronica’s children.

“Right now, your daddy ain't here. He gave you up. For the next hour, he doesn't exist, so you might as well call me daddy.” I smirk, squirming as his fingers circle my nipples. “You're such a pervert, daddy.” I never once thought that word was sexy until a guy tweaking my nipples held me in his lap and demanded I call him it. It'd probably make me wet if I wasn't already so. “Goddamn,” Jason says, “she's not even calling me daddy, but it's fucking hot anyway.” Chris chimes in, “That's okay. I'm fine if we're just a couple of uncles.”

He laughs nervously " I guess that makes sense, but please, you can call me any other nickname, don't just call me honey, it's just that's what Jesse use to call me". He gasps "I won't, how about I call you sweetie, or baby or chipmunk". I chuckle "chipmunk?". "Yes, you can call me daddy". I laugh " Why will I do that?" "I like being called daddy, try it". I shake my head " No way"

"Can I call you daddy now?" Kai felt his heart melt. He didn't know how long he had craved to hear that statement "yes," He said, his voice cracking. He smiled, his eyes misting up. "You can me daddy. I'm your daddy." David smiled, his eyes lighting up. "Hello daddy," Kai hugged the boy, holding him as if he feared he would disappear if he let up. The boy hugged him back, "It's nice to meet you daddy. " He whispered

“Then, what shall I call you, sir?” “Dad. Just call me dad.”

If It takes a single call to my father then i am ready to do it. I breathed deeply and sent him to call. As soon as my call went , he immediately received it in the first ring and it's shocked me. "VYOMM MY SONN ", he cried , I could hear his tone and honestly it melted me. Vyom don't fool yourself again, get a grip and ask what you need and end it. "I need your help ...", I paused for a second didn't know why I felt like to add it .. "Dad " "OH MY SON you called me dad that's enough for this old man life ..You just order whatever you want it will be in a heart beat .."

Ivy and Ian stared at the empty doorway for a moment before they looked at each other. “Did he just call himself daddy?” Vivian asked, and Ivy giggled. “Yep! That's my father. He's my big bad father until I'm hurt. The littlest cut and he breaks into baby talk, and suddenly, he becomes Daddy. He's probably seeing me as his 5-year-old little girl right now, and he's out there making me soup or something,” Ivy said, unable to wipe the smile from her face.

"I'm your stepmommy." Zanéh scrunched up her face further like the last word was a pungent smell in her nose. She eyed the lady up and down and settled back on her face. "You're white." Murda slowly rose back to her feet, dusting at her knees. It was obvious she didn't know what reply to give to that. Kiersey saw this as her cue to step in. "I take it you didn't know before? " Zanéh shrugged nonchalantly, popping at her gum. "I don't know, I just assumed Daddy . . . where's my daddy?" She glanced about with question, before settling back on Murda's face with an expression that could be likened to accusal.

The way he’d called me Daddy echoed in my skull. Fuck. I’m screwed.