I Want My Daddy Novels & Stories

“Don’t you want to have a taste of daddy?" "Then have it all to yourself.”

"Can I call you Dad? I really missed him and I can't see him. I really want to have a Dad and a love of a Dad ..." "Sure honey, I will be your Dad from now on."

And she looks at me as if she'd just asked what time it is, as if it were the most natural thing in the world, as if she couldn't imagine for a second that I might answer anything but yes, that I might be anything but yes, that I might want anything but yes. "More than anything, Lola. More than anything in the world," I say in a voice I don't recognize, a voice that trembles, a voice that cracks, a voice that says things my heart has known for six years but that my mouth has never dared to form. "More than anything, I want to be your daddy. I want to be there for you, forever. To watch you grow up, to teach you things, to protect you, to love you. To be the one who will be there when you nee

“Tell your daddy what I want to hear, and I’ll give it all to you.” I opened my eyes then, not realizing I’d closed them for how intensely I felt. I could do this. I could say the words. “I want you to lick my pussy, Daddy. Eat it like you’re starving.” I stared at him as he looked up at me from between my thighs. “Make me come with your lips and tongue.” I dragged my tongue over my lips, and he groaned, watching me do the act.

Yes, Daddy," I nodded. ​

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.

"No! I don't want Daddy to go! I want Daddy to stay with me every day!" Her chubby little cheeks, paired with those big, sparkling eyes, and her pouty little mouth, made her absolutely irresistible. "Rowley, I finally have a daddy now. I don't want him to go. Don't you love me the most, Rowley? Let Daddy stay, please?"

Dad asked after a while. I poked at the food without really seeing it. “Yes… I think so. I’m getting bored at home.” A faint crease formed on his forehead. “You should rest first, baby.” “I don’t want to stay at home,” I replied quickly. Too quickly. He noticed. He always did. Dad studied me for a moment, then sighed. “Come to the office then.” My head lifted before I could stop it. Just a flicker. Just enough. Hope slipped in quietly, dangerously.

I raised a brow, knowing what was coming but at the same time, not wanting to accept it. "You have to be more specific than that, Riri." I coaxed, rocking her on my lap as I wiped her tears with my thumb occasionally. She turned to stare into my eyes, and her next words broke my spirit in more ways than one, "Daddy told me he doesn't know who I am, and he did not want me to touch him. He said I should wait for you, if I wanted affection—he said he did not have any for me at the moment. He sounded so bad mommy. He was not my daddy…"

I could threaten him. I could refuse him. I could even hate him. But I couldn't stop wanting him. And for tonight i wanted him badly ,it didnt matter that my mum was a few doors away . " Your cheeks are red ,mot so tough anymore uh ?" His voice was doing things thsat i never imagined they could " I need you daddy please"