In My Daddy's Belly Book Novels & Stories

he rumbled, the endearment laced with authority, "what's got my needy little baby calling me in the middle of the day? Everything alright?” Katherine bit her lip, her cheeks flushing as she imagined him in his office, that muscular frame tense with work, his thick erection straining against his pants at the thought of her. "Daddy… I just... I want you home for dinner tonight. With me. Please…” He chuckled darkly. “Baby, you know I've got this late meeting. It'll run long, also dinner out with the clients is part of it. Be a good girl and eat without me. I'll make it up to you later.”

My body came aflame and the sounds that poured from my mouth was far from normal. A distant part of warned me to be quiet, to not alert my parents but his tongue shoved deep inside me and I forgot everything. Daddy fucked me in deep strokes while his nose ground against my clit. My hips rolled, my pussy grinding hard and fast against his face. He groaned into me like my cunt was the best thing he’d ever tasted, his mouth working over every inch of my dripping hole, sucking, licking, biting. “Daddy—fuck—your tongue—” I was panting, riding his face, using the headboard for leverage as I rocked my hips. “—please—don’t stop—”

Excitement rippled through me, my nipples, now rock hard, ached even more, and my thighs clenched. “Please… daddy.” His grip on my shoulders tightened. “Don't..” he hissed. “Don't fucking do that.” I smiled. “I want you to fuck me, daddy.” “If you call me that one more time, Lora.” He paused, his breathing heavy, every breath filled with failing reatraint and desire that had been locked away for a very long time. “Then I might not be able to control what happens next.” “Please, daddy.. fuck me.”

I just shrugged my shoulder at him while putting on my seatbelt. "Still the same, nothing new," I answered sparingly but he just stared at me intently as if he was reading my body movements and facial expressions. "Stop whatever you're doing right now, Maclen. You're bad at reading someone's expression." I commented snickering at him. "You've been to Russia for five long months, Zuck. Are you sure you're still the same? Or you're slowly turning into someone, let's say like your father?" Maclen stated and for a moment it makes me think about his question.

He stared at her red lips with a look that was hungry but absolutely ruthless. "Don't come crying to me when I actually do. Because once I start, I won't stop until you're broken." Lona flashed a wicked smirk. "I think I’d like being broken by you, Daddy..." Suddenly, the sound of Bella’s footsteps echoed back. Revan instantly straightened up, stepping away with a fluid, natural grace. By the time Bella walked back in, he was busy adjusting his rolled-up sleeves. "Finished your talk?" Bella asked cheerfully. "Totally, Mom. Daddy Revan is... surprisingly interesting when you get him one-on-one," Lona said as she stood up. She brushed past him, letting her hips accidentally bump his hand.

And it was the girl who first called him Daddy by herself, even before he had seen Sue. At the party the previous day, he had been in the middle of an important meeting on a video call when some thing was happen not far from where he sat but he didn't have the time to check it out and figured that Gail would take care of whatever it was. Not until a little girl, just a tad bigger than his arms wandered over to him and sat by his trouser legs. On bluetooth, he didn't hear anything but just ignored her, hoping the mother would come to carry her baby. But he saw her mouth moving repeatedly, in the same way over and over and was compelled to remove his bluetooth which he did...

Don’t worry babe, you will never have to find out. When Silvy let’s go I get on my knees so my face is at her stomach. “ You hear that little bit. Daddy, is going to help mommy out to make sure you come into this world healthy.” I said. Silvy laughs “ You know it doesn’t have ears yet. It can’t hear you.” “ I’m practicing. Get used to it. I’m going to be talking to your stomach often.” I said. “ I promise daddy is going to take good care of mommy.” I said. Silvy smiles down at me but doesn’t say anything about me calling myself daddy. Good. She is going to have to get used to it. I am this baby’s daddy.

The title made to look as if it was written in lipstick was "Daddy likes it rough!" Ever since Michelle had showed me a book she'd found in her mother's closet entitled "Daddy's good girl" I'd been obsessed with not only daddy daughter fantasies, but most of that book the fathers had been rough on their naughty little girls and I had cum multiple times to every story. I had never thought of rough demeaning sex, but those bad girls being taken like that had me dying to be one! Michelle had been appalled, maybe because it was her mother's and tossed it into the trash. When she left the room to go to the bathroom, I'd snuck it home with me and been hooked ever since.

“But one day soon, you’re going to beg me on your knees to fuck your ass so hard that you won’t be able to see straight.” I grip her stomach, loving how it hangs slightly. I’ve always loved a woman’s belly. Some men like tits, some like asses, but I love the round softness of a stomach. It’s beautiful. As I grope Isla, the image of her belly heavy with my child flashes in my mind. The idea is so erotic that I may lose my damn mind. “Daddy’s going to fill you with cum, baby. I’m going to fill your womb. Watch your big, beautiful belly as it grows with my child.”

No bra underneath. There was nothing between his eyes and my body except a flimsy scrap of cotton. “Is this normal? The pregnancy books didn’t say anything about them getting this big.” Daddy’s grip on the book tightened. I watched his breathing shallow. That’s it. Keep looking, Daddy. Keep wanting. “It’s… normal.” His voice came out rougher than usual. Strained. As though he was forcing each word through gravel. “Your body is preparing to… to feed the baby.”