I Want My Daddy Novels & Stories

I moan, the words slipping out of habit. He stops, pulling back just enough to meet my gaze, his gaze dark and feral. “I’m sorry, I just got—” “You can beg better,” he growls. “Tell Daddy exactly what you want.” Daddy? Oh God, that demand goes straight to my clit, making my pussy clench around nothing. “I want your cock, Daddy,” I sob. “I want you to stretch me open and ruin me with your huge cock, I want you to fuck me.”

The name had just slithered out of my mouth somehow in that salacious moment. Given how Jett raised a brow, amusement tinged with lust written all over his face, it was clear he liked it. “Call me that one more time, princess,” He husked, and I beamed. “Daddy,” I uttered, my pussy vibrating with lascvicious intensity. “I want you to call me that in a different setting, princess. If you can catch my drift.” He uttered. Riding on the conscupicent flame of passionate love, I replied, “Of course, daddy. I do.”

I said. “I want to see daddy.”

Fuck, what's wrong with me? "Tsk, that's not funny." He said trying to act as if he’s angry at me but I bet he doesn’t. "By the way, did you like your new look baby?" I whispered to his ears, I wrapped my hand around his waist and pressed our body until he can feel my boner poking at his butt. "Yes, Daddy." My brows furrowed at his response, I didn’t expect him calling me daddy but damn, it sounds so arousing and seductive, I’m gonna fuck him right here right now if only we don’t have an event to attend to.

"Good fucking girl. You came for Daddy." "No more Daddy," I whined, pulling myself back with my elbows. Daddy followed me, his lips closing around the throbbing bud, making me see stars. "Fuck," I shuddered. "Poor baby," I let out a shaky breath, managing to catch my breath when he rose to look me in the eyes. His cock pressed against my entrance, once again clouding my already fogged mind. Despite my body screaming for me to stop, my slutty self wanted Daddy to pound me until I lost myself completely. I needed his cock like I needed air to breathe and I loved the desperation that consumed me whenever I think about my daddy's cocks. "Look at you. So perfect," Daddy hummed to himself, cupping

“Ivy, sweetheart, we’re leaving.” “Okay, Mommy!” Ivy chirped, her excitement evident. She looked up at me with those big, curious eyes, the same eyes I saw every time I looked in the mirror. “Are we going in Daddy’s car?” I felt a small, unexpected warmth spread in my chest at the sound of that word—Daddy. It was a title I hadn’t earned, and one I wasn’t sure I ever would. But hearing it from Ivy, so innocent and full of trust, made it seem almost natural.

day. I'M SORRY, DAD!

“I need you, Daddy... I’ve always needed you.” That name, and the sound of it… I missed it.

"I'm sorry, Daddy. But you have to listen to me. I can't hold on anymore. My heart stopped beating just now. You know how people faint in movies and never wake up? I think that's what is about to happen to me. The pain is too much. My belly also feels like it's about to burst. "I know that I'm only five years old, but I am happy that you are my daddy. I love you. Tell my mommy that I love her too. I know she can't come to see me because she's in prison. I saw it on TV. You are the best daddy in the whole world."

Dad explains. “I'm trying to daddy. Thank you, daddy.” I cry.