I Want My Daddy Novels & Stories

I was tired of saying the same thing over and over again. I wrapped my arms tighter around myself and let out a sigh. “I’m calling your father, Jayden. Whatever’s going on with you… I can’t be a part of it. Not anymore.” That seemed to blow his rage sky high but his feet remained planted to the ground. “I’m not a fucking child!” His voice cracked at the end. “I don’t need you calling him. I can do whatever the hell I want.” Marcus raised a brow with a cool tone. “Does that include harassing people?”

The only thing I wanted was to have a real dick inside of me and what scared me the most was that I didn’t care if it was going to be his dick or someone else’s. All I knew was that I wanted it, badly. Holding his neck, I moved my hips humping on him, while saying. “Just fuck the world and fuck my mom too….I fucking want you daddy…I want your dick mmmm.” I closed my eyes feeling the blissfulness of humping on him.

The way his eyes lit made her look away. With a big smile, he revealed his dimples “then I will look for a daddy for us so that no one will scare us…no one will ask me where your daddy is, at school anymore.” She smiled and kissed his forehead. Deep down, her heart was arching “Do not worry, my love. A daddy will come.” “You have been saying that for months, mummy”, Juan yawned again. “Sure. You can look for a daddy for us” Isabella said. She wanted him to sleep, but he wouldn’t until she said yes.

And I wanted nothing more than to have him break me apart. “Spread those legs for Daddy.”

"Hey sexy lady, I'm home!" "Hi daddy, thank you for telling me and for this date!! I enjoyed it very much!!" "Me too!" My little Minx! Can't wait to see you again!" "Well i have some busy days coming up at school so that's going to I have to wait a bit, unfortunately daddy!" ":(.....ah well i understand but i miss you already!" "I know Daddy Boo!, I'll miss you too but my grades are important for later in life you know....but we can always talk over phone, video chat,

That's where I get my money, and Daddy is very supportive. Even though he is not here, he calls me every day to say hello. But it's not enough. I want to be with him. I aspire to share my friends' experience of receiving love and happiness from their father. I'm jealous of them, especially when they talk about their experience. I want that pleasure too. How can I flirt with Daddy if he's not here? "Pinklyn! Buy me more wine!" Mommy spoke loudly to me as she descended the stairs. Good thing she didn't fall, since she seemed a bit unsteady.

“Feels so good, Daddy. I think I’m… I think I’m going to, um…” My whole body is on fire and my brain is getting fuzzier by the second. I can barely think and definitely can’t manage a complete sentence at this point, but it doesn’t matter. Daddy knows exactly what I need. “Gonna come for me, sweetheart?” he finishes for me. “Be a good girl and wait for Daddy, okay? Can you hold out just a little while longer?” I nod even though I’m not sure I can. “I’ll try, Daddy. I’ll be good.”

And I wanted nothing more than for him to break me apart. "Spread those legs wider for Daddy."

Daddy: Emily, talk to me, please, what’s wrong? Daddy: Whatever it is, baby girl, let me in, let me help you. Daddy: I love you, baby girl.

I grind my hard, needy cock against her, trying desperately to summon my self-restraint. “I want to, baby,” I murmur. “I fucking want to. But we can’t. I’m your daddy, sweetie.” “Not really,” she argues, squirming underneath me. “Please.” “Yes, really.” I hold her gaze. “I wouldn’t want it to be any other way. You’re my little girl and I love that.” She groans, helplessly, and I grind against her again. “But you’re such a fucking sexy little girl. Look what you’ve done to me. Look what you’ve done to your daddy.”