Milk Me Daddy Novels & Stories

"Too trusting. Cum for me, Isabella. Think about her gone." I did, clenching around his cock, waves crashing. He followed, filling me. We cuddled after, whispering. "Tomorrow, I'll add more," I said. "And I'll watch," he promised. The next morning, he did—lingering in the kitchen as I dosed the creamer again. Mom drank it, none the wiser. By afternoon, she vomited, calling in sick to work. Daddy texted me: "It's working. Can't wait for tonight."

It might be part of my new business plan. “I love it.” “You want to come down my throat, Daddy?” He shakes his head, “No, no, you're right. I don't need to bust a nut just yet.” I'm feeling it. The nasty girl inside me escaped, lusting at the thought of selling myself. “What else do you want to do to me, Daddy?” Daddy stands up and lifts me to my feet, spinning me and dropping me down onto the couch. “Let Daddy see those nipples,” he says, kicking his pants completely off.

“I’m asking you- why did no one tell me?” She swallowed visibly. Her eyes quivered with fear as she saw her brother fuming in rage and his eyes were bloodshot red like blood had entered them. Before she could answer, the door opened again. Vincent Salvatore stepped inside, closing it softly behind him. “Your mother wanted to surprise you,” his father said evenly, as though that explained everything. Dante rounded on him. The death glare he leveled at his father could have cracked stone. “How is he?” Dante demanded, jerking his chin toward the bed. He needed to know about his grandfather first.

"Especially by a man who looks like he’d punish you for it." I laughed with them, but my skin was still humming. I knew exactly what those hands were capable of. I reached for my wine glass, taking a long sip to avoid Mika’s intense, calculating stare. The mention of Drake always felt like a bucket of ice water, but the direction the conversation was heading now felt even more dangerous. "Speaking of Daddies," Mika said. "I officially ended things with my sugar daddy last night. The monthly allowance was great, but the man was so boring."

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.

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.

As I watched him , so many thoughts ran through my head at the same time and when I felt that slickness in between my legs , I knew what it meant . I was wet again . “Fuck”I cursed out as I rushed to my room . Once I got into my room , I shut the door And went to where I had kept my sec toys . I just wanted to satisfy myself with him being around , why was this urge for him was tearing me apart . ***** “No Brother , please don’t make me do this” I heard him beg my father for the tenth time . “ Please , I don’t think I’m in the right state of mind to watch my daughter. I know Nora is no longer a kid , but I just want to protect her .

The pleasure was too much, almost unbearable as his hand pinched and played with my nipple. “ Free me!” I begged, he laughed, tilting his head to the side as he asked, “ Will you be a good girl?” I nodded, shaking my head like a rattlesnake. “ Use your words.” He said coldly, I wriggled, spitting the words out as I said, “ Yes! Oh fucking yes..” He pulled away from my boobs, sitting up as he asked, “ Who am I?” I bit on my lips, unsure of what to call him but the words crept into my mind as I spat out, “ Daddy!”

The new angle had me seeing stars. “Come with me,” he ordered. “Now, princess. Milk Daddy’s cock.” The command sent me over the edge. I came hard, clenching around him, crying out his name. Lucian followed seconds later, burying himself to the hilt and flooding me with hot, thick pulses. His forehead pressed to mine, our breaths mingling as we rode the aftershocks together.

"A good girl always listens to her daddy so you listen to me when I tell you to fucking hold back that cum" "Daddy!" My breath was sharp now. "I can't... I can't... But I will be a good girl for daddy from now on. Please sir, please daddy" "Oh shit! Do it! Cum now" his words resounded with a small slap to my tit that made it jiggle. "Thank you daddy!!" I screamed as I came hard, my body shuddering and yet stiffening for the first few seconds before I trembled down into the bed, my body shaking violently.