Make Me Moan Daddy Novels & Stories

"Damn, you slut! Fuck!" "Daddy! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Daddy!" I moaned even louder, I let my pussy muscle clench around his dick. The massage of his cock entering and exiting my pussy became even more pleasurable. Daddy groaned in pleasure because of what I'm doing. His cock is twitching inside me. And I could feel his cock already quick to cum. "Come on, Daddy! Fill me with your cum! Ahhhh! Yes! Faster! Cum inside my little pussy!"

Thick fingers trace down my spine, over the curve of my ass, then dip between my thighs. “Daddy,” I moan loudly when two thick digits slide inside me without warning, twisting and stroking that spot that makes stars spark behind my eyelids. “So fucking wet, so fucking horny,” he praises, his voice and breath ragged. “This cunt was fucking made for Daddy. For his knot.”

Deep in me I was expecting a spank, but when Matteo starts shuffling with his panties, I lost it, a broad smile playing across my lips. “Daddy, I knew you couldn’t resist me,” I shout laughing as he doesn’t hold back, fixing me down in one single blow. His dick had engulfed larger that usual, and it purred with life as he keeps fucking me. My lips part to a sharp sound, not even me recognizing what the fuck that voice was. “Good girl, moan for daddy,” he orders, thrusting his hips in me.

Daddy sucks and licks, his tongue circling my nubs as his lips pull them from hiding. “Oh, daddy...” I groan, the warmth in my breasts transferring to that sweet spot in my cunt, the one that stirred when daddy punished my ass. “Yes, baby. Let go. Let all that tension go. Let it melt away.” His words aren't even necessary. It takes only a minute before daddy's mouth turns me into a puddle. “It feels amazing, daddy.”

When he finally bottomed out, buried to the hilt, I let out a broken moan. “Oh my God… Daddy…” The word slipped out naturally this time, and it seemed to snap something in him. “Fuck,” he growled, voice rough with lust. “You feel so perfect. So tight around Daddy’s cock.” He started moving — slow, deep thrusts that made me feel every inch. I moaned loudly, unable to hold back. My nails dug into his shoulders as he fucked me with controlled power. “That’s it,” he praised, voice filthy. “Moan for Daddy. Let me hear how good my cock feels stretching this shy little pussy.”

I cling to him, my fingers twisting in his suit, and I kiss him like he's the only thing keeping me from drowning. When we finally break apart, we’re both gasping for air. His grey eyes are darker now, burning straight into my entire being. And as I stare into them, only one thought dominates my mind—a single reckless request I know I’ll regret in a few hours. But I don’t care. I lean in, my lips brushing his ear, and whisper, “Please… fuck me, daddy.”

I exhaled and closed the laptop. I sipped my lukewarm coffee. “Another day, another failure,” I muttered. A show interrupted my thoughts. I looked up to see an interview with my father regarding some new innovation at Monroar Motor Corporation. A conversation at a nearby table started right. “Arggh, he’s so hot,” one girl said. “I wish he was my dad,” the other replied. “Your dad? Girl, I want him to bend me over and load me like a shot gun.”

Inch by inch, he pushed into my already wet pussy untill he was buried completely in me. I moaned out loudly, as I moved up and down on his cock, from a gentle to a faster rhythm. His moan filled the room. I was making him moan. “Fuck hirk, you’re riding Daddy’s cock so well.” Those filthy words only made me ride him faster and harder. I loved that I could make him moan. He lowered his mouth to my breasts, sucking them gently. I tilted my head back, moaning. “I’m coming, Daddy…I’m so close.”

His mouth finds the side of your neck, then your ear, then the soft skin just below it, biting and sucking marks into the flesh. One hand stays on your tits; the other slides down to rub your clit again. You come a second time with a broken cry, walls fluttering around him, ass clenching around his fingers. "Yes...come for daddy" he groaned, you had a smile on your face as your mom's voice had gone low now.

a moan escaped my mouth as I was lost in the moment. “Oh fuck, yeah!” Daddy groaned. “Now come to me.” He ordered, and I did. I crawled, and he seemed satisfied with it as he nodded his head when I reached him. He lifted my chin, looked into my eyes, and then asked me to take his cock into my mouth. “Daddy wants to fuck that pretty mouth.” “Yes, Daddy." I didn't hesitate; I opened my mouth as wide as I could and took the tip first, tasting a salty liquid which, instead of disgust, made me wetter.