Im Daddy Novels & Stories

**Heath's POV** I was overwhelmed when Charles Madrigal told me to call him Daddy. I miss my own father and the word Daddy is too precious for me. I was wrong when I told Shiloh that his father would not be coming back. Well, maybe not my own father in flesh but Shiloh's father is as gentle as my own father.

“Daddy. Where are you off to in such a hurry?” I rubbed my fingertips over my beards as I glared back at Ivy who was still waving at me from the dining area. Her eyes were as bright as skies and her lips pulled into a broad smile thay complemented the sharp hue of elation in her electrifying green eyes. I smiled back at her and made sure to raise my hands and wave back at her. After I did that, I proceeded to give her a response, “Daddy has to work darling. You don't have to worry. I'll be back home soon.”

Standing firm and unmovable, I held her arms tightly, making every attempt she made to move futile. “You really are a stubborn little thing, aren’t you?” I mocked before I continued. “But don’t try to tame me or you might regret it,” I added, and she began to sob. I was surprised by her sudden change of emotion. Does she want to make me feel guilty or what? "Please, Daddy, please let me go," Stephanie pleaded, the word unexpectedly sending a strange sensation through me. She had never called me "Daddy" before, and hearing it from her somewhat turned me on and made my dick stand out at full attention, painfully straining my pants.

Until a few seconds later, "Are you that fond of Daddy?" The four-year-old boy was silent for a while. Then he answered, "I love you and Daddy. Don't tell me to choose?" "Forget it, sweetie. I'm just curious. It's okay. Later I'll try to get Daddy to meet you again." "Daddy?" "Yes, Adrian, the real your daddy, not the current one," Lily said with a smile. She then kissed the top of her son's head repeatedly. "Be strong, son. We still have a lot to go through until I can see you grow up."

We never actually realized how angry Daddy was. “Ok, man, I get it. You’re their 'daddy'.” – The man said, using his fingers in air quotes, when he emphasized the word 'daddy'. The man laughed, as daddy looked at him: “They’re my daughters, you sick fuck!” -He barked.

She usually addressed him in this manner whenever she is angry with me and he does play along without calling her a pet name so she is not irritated. “ Your fiance is here Miss Blair and your presence is of pivotal important. ” Her father said in a calm collected manner . It was not of his nature to give out other informations with the tone or urgency in his voice. “ ugggghhh ” Isabella grunts with a clearly frustrated face “ what does he want ? ” “ What does he want ? ”

“I-I’m so close.” “I missed the part where that’s my problem.” Addison doesn’t know whether she wants to cry or scream. “Please… Please, daddy … I-I’ll do anything...” Just like every other time when Addison addresses Javan as ‘daddy’, the man seems to get weak. “Aw… My poor baby. Are you that desperate to cum?” Blushing a little, Addison nods. She sighs in relief when Javan flashes her a soft smile. “Then I guess I'll have to do something about that."

Daddy. Daddy is the sweetest word of this world. Daddy gives us love, care, and protection. Our, mommy said our daddy lived far away. When we asked why did he live far away from us? Mommy said he was working there. And one day daddy will come back to us. He will bring a lot of toys for us. Saying this Ethan held Evans's hand and nodded at him. Evan smiled and spoke up," And daddy came back to us. But mommy lied to us. She said daddy will bring toys only but daddy brings happiness too. He plays with us. He gives us piggyback ride. He helps us to do our homework. Daddy is our hero. Daddy loves us very much.

"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."

Are we supposed to have two daddies? “Grandpa is my daddy.” “Eh, that can’t be. Your grandpa can’t be your daddy. Why don’t you have a real daddy?” “What’s a real daddy?” I asked because I was curious about what it was. Teacher must have heard what we were talking about because he went over to us.