In My Daddy's Belly Book Novels & Stories

He came with a helper she arranged all the dishes near the table, and bowing her head she left. “What happened,” Daddy asked. “Mamma was fat, to see her picture,” She said showing our photo frame. “No baby, She was pregnant,” Daddy said. “Pregnant” Jessica asked. “Yes, You and your brother were inside her tummy, That's why she is looking fat” Daddy explained. “How will she carry me inside her tummy,” She asked, thinking. “You were so tiny, so she carried you inside her” Daddy replied, taking her to the dinner table.

Daddy had come back from the training grounds, his face a little sweaty but his eyes warm. He smiled at me and crouched down in front of the bench. “What’s this? Are we talking about pudding?” he asked, trying to sound cheerful, but there was something sad in his voice. I looked at him seriously. “Daddy, why weren’t you with Mommy when I was in her tummy?” His smile faded, and for a moment, he looked like he didn’t know what to say. Then, he sat beside me and pulled me onto his lap.

Firm arms held me, moving from under my arms to my belly to rub on it over and over. The sparks would kill me even in my death yet such a relief it brought. I could not help but dig myself deeper into the body behind me. Warmth spread all over my body, warmth I had not felt in a long time. It was my baby, it was my little baby, moving in my belly. All I could do was cry and gasp out as tired as I was. “ I am here baby, daddy is here.” The words got louder and clearer, hoping I was not dreaming, hoping I was not hallucinating.

"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."

“You are our heart, Mia. Our home. The light we didn’t know we were missing.” He stepped closer, hand over hers and Grant’s on her belly. “I promise to be your strength when you need it, your calm in every storm, and the Daddy who will move mountains to keep you and our baby safe.” Then it was her turn. Tears streamed freely now. “My Daddies,” she began, voice wobbly but sure. “You found me when I was lost and alone. Gave me a home when I didn’t understand mine. Taught me that being little doesn’t mean being weak—it means being brave enough to trust completely.”

My belly was getting rounder every day now, and it rubbed against Dad’s hard abs with every thrust. “Fuck, look at that belly,” Dad groaned, gripping my hips. “My baby’s growing nice and big inside my own daughter. Today’s the big dinner party, princess. Lots of important men are coming. You and Mom are gonna be the main entertainment all night.” I moaned loud, my voice already hoarse. “Yes, Daddy… I’ll serve them with my holes… let them see how pregnant and slutty I am…”

I was trying to impress her. “She has outgrown us now.” Mom said and I shook my head and planted a kiss on her cheek. “You know that’s not true. I’ve been swamped with work…are these for me?” “Yep.” My dad handed me the flowers with one hand and took my duffel bag with his other hand. “Did I tell you Hank is here?” We walked over to their Toyota Camry. “Yes mom, you mentioned.” Hank was her friend’s son, I can’t remember which one of her friends. She joined this book club where they spent half of their time drinking wine and the other half to matchmake their single kids. It was either that or gossiping about their married kids.

Daddy’s gonna fuck you proper—turn you every way until you’re screaming my name in every position. He untied her wrists with quick, rough tugs, the silk whispering free, but before she could rub the red marks, he rolled her onto her side, his massive frame curling behind her. Spooning her close, his chest pressed to her back, one arm sliding under her head like a pillow, the other hooking her top leg up, opening her wide. Madison’s belly rested safe between them, no pressure, just the heat of his body enveloping her. 'That’s it—side by side, my little pregnant whore. Feel daddy’s cock sliding back in slow.'

"Oh fuck. Oh yeah. Please fill me up daddy. Fill my ass with all that cum." "Yeah, my baby boy is going to take all of his daddy's cum like a good little belly boy. Yeah, fuck, that's what you are. Daddy's belly boy. Say it. Oh fuck, say it." I was so close to erupting. I moved my left hand to play with my balls. "Say I'm daddy's belly boy. Daddy's fertile little belly boy."

He sounds sad. "Are you okay?" Jordan smiles and nods. "I'm fine," I don't buy it. "In all fairness, she has been telling me for a while I need to find her a Daddy. She woke up this morning asking me if I was ready to start looking. So yes, some of what she said was an act, but the whole wanting a Daddy thing wasn't." It obviously moved him that Dakota wanted to call him Daddy, and that makes my heart flutter. Jordan smiles as we all finish our food.