In My Daddy's Belly Book Novels & Stories

“Carrying my child. Preparing our home. There’s nothing more perfect in this world than you right now, babygirl.” I looked up at him, exhaustion weighing on my shoulders. The fight that used to burn so brightly had dimmed to embers. “I feel trapped, Daddy,” I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper. “Not just on the island… but in my own head. Like I can’t think straight anymore.” He crossed the room without hesitation and knelt in front of me, his large, warm hands covering mine on my belly. The baby responded almost immediately, kicking firmly against the place where our hands overlapped. Daddy’s gray eyes softened with satisfaction.

"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

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When he finally shot his seed into me we were so tired we fell asleep like that, cock in cunt. My pregnancy was a worry. I'd heard scary stories about the monsters that girls who were made pregnant by their daddies gave birth to. Fortunately there were several men who fucked their daughters in daddy's club. One of them was a doctor and he took care of me throughout my entire pregnancy and our daughter was perfectly normal. Daddy is so proud of me. My tits have grown to a DD-cup and our little baby is perfect. Daddy says she looks just like me. I've had my check-up today. I no longer have to satisfy daddy with only my mouth. Tonight I'll welcome him home, back into his little slut's cunt.

For a long moment he didn’t speak — just stared at me with wide, glistening eyes, the moonlight catching the emotion written across his face. Then he shifted closer, rolling us so we were facing each other, his hand never leaving my stomach. “Hey, little one…” His voice was low, soft, almost reverent as he spoke directly to my belly. “It’s Daddy. If that was you saying hello… we heard you. We can’t wait to meet you. Your mommy and I… we’re already so in love with you.” The flutter came again — or maybe I imagined it because I wanted it so badly — but the feeling was there, warm and real in my chest.

Already giving me shit, just like his mother. "Hey buddy, sorry, didn't mean to disturb you." He went back to eating and wrapped his little fingers around mine and I felt that shit in my heart. "He has a nice strong grip look at that; he knows I'm his daddy." He should! She'd had me talking to him while she was carrying him because we'd read in one of the million books the women have floating around here that it was good for him.

I hate pregnancy. Sandy squeezes my shoulder. “You don’t have to love him.” I look at her. “Definitely not. I would rather jump off the balcony.” She bites her lip, trying to hide a smile. “I know.” A shaky breath escapes me. Silence settles between us. Finally, I square my shoulders. “Fine. I'm doing this.” Sandy smiles. “Great.” “I'm doing this because my father is blackmailing me. And because Mr. Bossy Billionaire somehow predicted my future.” I add a smirk. “And he smirks once. I'm leaving. My father can throw me out for all I care.”

'6 weeks later' "Bright?" I called. Hmm... To where did he disappeared to.. "Bright?? It's time to read the bed time story!" I said aloud. I made myself comfortable under the blankets and tuck a little pillow behind my back for extra support and comfort. My back was hurting really bad and well... the bump was bigger than before. It was bigger than a balloon. Baby was growing. "Hmm, you naughty Bubble. You are giving mommy a really hard time here mm. Wonder where your daddy is now. He went missing after we came to bed huh? Maybe he fell asleep somewhere." I talked to Bubble touching my big belly.

I bob my head in a weakly and smile at him. When my brother is gone, I try to stand up, but a bout of nausea hits me. My knees buckle and I lay back on the bed. Heat radiates from deep within my core, sending a dizzying spin through my skull. Then, just as fast as it hit, the sensation passes, leaving me breathless. "What the hell . . ." I gasp, clutching my belly. "It's the baby," a deep voice says from the door. "Dad?" My father walks into the room, his hands shoved deep into his denim pockets. He walks over and sits down beside me on the bed.

I whispered, cradling my stomach as best I could with the drip fixed to my hand. As I felt my babies kick inside me, my saddened heart swelled with joy. The warm feeling spread in my chest. "Dad, Dad, Granny, feel this – my babies just kicked!" I exclaimed, beaming with the brightest smile. My dad and granny placed their hands on my tummy, and the babies kicked again. Granny's voice trembled. "Oh, my little munchies, Granny can't wait to meet you three." A tear escaped Dad's eye, his voice cracking. "You'll all be fine, darling. I'll do everything to find the money and blood donor. If only I could donate, or even if it was my heart that's needed, I would give it up with everything in me."