I Call Him Daddy Novels & Stories

“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

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.

I sucked in a sharp, feeling him push himself into me. My phone rang then while I was trying to catch my breath. "Answer it," Daddy instructed hoarsely, cussing under his breath as he slowly moved in and out. "B-But I'm-" "You wouldn't want to keep mommy waiting, now would you?" My heart leaped at the mention. I reached for the phone. I pressed the answer button with shaky fingers. "Fuck, please..." I pushed my ass back, moaning at the heavenly sensation. "Hey boys, I was just settling in be- oh," I opened my eyes to see her shocked expression. "Wow, boys, having fun without mommy?" She leaned into the screen.

“But now I have you. Are you my daddy now?” Shit, this kid knows just how to cut you to the quick, doesn’t he? Trying hard to keep my emotions in check, I sit on the ground and sit him on my lap. “I’m going to do everything that a daddy does for you. We’re gonna play and read stories and I’m going to take care of you just like your mommy. I love you just as much as the other pups daddies do. But you can call me whatever you want to. If you want to keep calling me Slade, that’s ok with me. We don’t really know each other yet, so you just take as long as you need. What you call me isn’t going to change how I treat you because I already love you so much.”

I press my thumb into his lip, feeling his tongue wrap around me, “It’s daddy for you from now on. Say it before sucking my cock, say it every time you look at me, and also say it everytime I fuck you. Can you do that?” “Daddy?” Our eyes instantly melted into each other's souls. He said the word as if he was tasting the name on his mouth. A new wave of wet juice slicked out of his needy hole as he swayed his hips in the air, as if he needed a tail to waggle at me. “Yes, Ugh,” I moan sharply, flying to the moon, “Fuck, yes biscuits. Call me Daddy.” “Daddy,” His voice is muffled as he doesn’t pull off of my cock to say it, I was drawing close but I did not want to cum just yet.

“Can you feel Daddy’s cock? Can you feel how hard Daddy’s cock is for you?” Nuella’s nipples poked and her pussy moistened. He was hard for her. Her heart melted and she nodded before giving a reply. “Yes, Daddy. I can feel your hardness coco against my ass.” “Good girl. That was how fucking hard I was when you called your father Daddy, a name that is fucking meant for me.” Nuella swallowed him. She had called her father Daddy? “What is Daddy going to do to me?” Devine grinned, then bit on her earlobe watching her shudder.