I Want My Daddy Novels & Stories

My heart swells, overwhelmed. “Daddy!” I mumble, crying uncontrollably. “Hey, my sweet girl. How I’ve missed you.”

Anny's body tensed, but not for the wrong reasons. For all the right reasons. Wait, was there anything right in what was going on, though? Adriano's words still echoed in her mind from weeks ago. "It's Daddy for you, babygirl." The memory sent a shiver down her spine and now Michele had said the same thing. Both demanding she call them Daddy. Both of them had touched her, wanted her, made her feel things she had never felt before.

Perhaps not good but it felt good. Strong arms grabbed my thighs firmly and squeezed at them. I watched, with heaving chest as daddy looked down at my wet pussy. "Daddy..." I moaned. "What do you want me to do to you..." He questioned as his fingers trailed my inner thighs, making my head all mushy and my knees weaker. "I... I want daddy to lick my pussy and fuck me" I whispered the word. "Louder" he demanded as his fingers made their way to my pussy. "I want daddy... I want daddy to lick my pussy and fuck me!"

After a couple of seconds, she muttered, "Mommy?" "Yes, love." "Why do we never call, Daddy? Not even once? My friends and classmates, whenever they miss their mom and daddy, they will be calling them....what do you call that, Mommy?" "They use social media." "Yes! That's it, Mommy." Her eyes lit up as if an excellent idea came into her mind. "Why don't we call Daddy, Mommy? I want to see him! I want to hear his voice!" she exclaimed and jumped on her seat.

“Mommy must be crying looking for me. I was disobedient and I slipped away from her. But daddy is here now. You're going to take me to mommy.” “Kid, you can't call everyone your father. Your father would get sad if he hears you calling anyone ‘daddy’ except for him.” She frowned. “I don't have a daddy. You'll be my daddy right? You look like me, see? We even have the same eye color,” she pointed out.

"I hate how work kept me from going. But, you have me now. I'm all yours, Daddy." "I sure do, fuck. What am I going to do with you?" "Before you claim every inch of me, Daddy, I would like to claim your cock first." "Oh, baby. Mmm, Daddy would love that very much, but I would like to claim you first because Daddy misses you the most."

There’s no way he wants to be my… “Daddy?”

"Are you my daddy?" ***

"But he was just that. A boy. I want a man. I want you, Daddy. You don't need to watch... you can have me." My pussy was getting wet. So, so wet. "This is crazy, Amy. You're crazy." "Crazy for you, Daddy." "I don't know what the hell you think you're doing, but..." I placed a hand over my mouth.

“Don't you want to be my baby boy? Don't you want to be taken care of? Don't you want Daddy to show you how good he is with his hand?” “I…” I swallowed. “I want it.” So fucking bad. “Then say it. Tell me what you want Daddy to do for you, and he'll do it.” I bit my lower lip, thinking of it, before I whispered, “Stroke my cock, Daddy.” His eyes darkened. “What was that?” The hand he'd pulled away came back to my face. He cupped my jaw and tilted my head up to meet his eyes. “Say it again.” “Stroke my cock, Daddy," I said it louder this time. My voice cracked on the second syllable. “Please, Daddy.”