Im Daddy Novels & Stories

"Oh yeah, Daddy, fuck hmm, so good!! You are a fucking me beastly Daddy," "You bet I am. Who would not turn into a beast when fucking this tight pussy of yours, but guess what? Oh shit, this fucking tight pussy is mine alone!! Yes!! you are squeezing me so hard, fucking ease up if you don't want me to pour all my seed deep inside you!!!" "Yes, Daddy, fill me up with your cum, you know I love it when you do!!"

I asked, smiling as he scrunched his face in thought. "Aunt Hilda?" I shook my head. "Uncle Stefan?" Another shake. "Uncle Alex?" he exclaimed, looking hopeful. When I shook my head again, Liam frowned. "Then who? Those are all the people I know." I crouched down to his level, smoothing a hand over his curls. "It’s your daddy." Liam’s eyes widened. "My daddy?" he echoed in disbelief. I nodded. "He’s in the living room, waiting for you."

Daddy replied, a hint of amusement in his voice. I almost choked on air again, grateful I hadn't taken another bite yet. What's gotten into Daddy? Did Italy change him? Or is he just stressed about the upcoming Mafia War? He sounds like me now! "It's a bit awkward on my part," Zac replied, looking a bit flustered. "Zac, you are part of our family. And we're so thankful to you for protecting our daughter, for helping us! You can call me Daddy. And I'm serious about it," Daddy said, his expression sincere.

My heart is sliced ​​to see Daddy's condition like this. "Daddy ...." Even in this condition, Daddy can still smile. Daddy is indeed a strong person. I hardly ever heard Daddy complain about what happened. He is my role model. I couldn't help crying when I was around Daddy. "Don't cry, Daddy's fine." "Daddy always says that. I am worried," I said and then hugged the body of my first love. While rubbing my back, Daddy said, "Don't cry. Shame on seeing Chiko." "Daddy ...." I whimpered as he let go of his hug. turned towards Chiko who was standing in front of me smiling at Daddy.

dad said grimly. I was confused. "What asshole?" I asked. "Mark Phillips. My sorry excuse of a father," dad said. his eyes were glowing with anger. Wow, he really is a piece of shit.

"Just like that daddy..... no wait.., i didn't mean... stop slapping it like that!" I gasped at the word. Daddy. My dick twitched, I loved the name so much, Even if it slipped out all fuzzy and accidental while he was still half-gone. I froze for half a second, my hand hovering, then burst out laughing. "Daddy? Oh my god, did you just call me daddy? While I'm slapping your hole like it's a naughty little toy? That's fucking gold. You are so out of it right now it's hilarious."

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.

I could hear daddy as I came on his cock, the pleasure taking absolute control of me. And I loved hearing my daddy moan. "D-daddy" I moaned. "You little whore... Your cunt is going to milk the cum out of me..." "Fuckkk!" He cursed, followed by a long string of curses before he pulled out of me at once. I moaned as I felt warm his warm cum on my stomach.

The air seemed to freeze in an instant. Layson paused, frowning, his intense gaze locked on my face. He hadn't heard me address him like that in a long time. When I was a kid and first brought to his castle, I used to sweetly call him "Your Majesty". Later, once I understood the feelings I had for him, I refused to use that title anymore. Sometimes, I called him "my Alpha Daddy" or "Daddy", and sometimes, I was bold enough to call him directly by name, "Layson".

"You are our father?" "Uncle is our daddy?"