Milk Me Daddy Novels & Stories

Hard and fast I jack hammered my dick into her rippling cunt her inner muscles gripping me once again so hard, too hard, even her ass flexed around the dildo. “Fuck! You’re making your Daddy cum, you filthy slut! Daddy is emptying his hot cum deep inside his dirty little whore’s pussy! Milk my dick, baby! Milk your Daddy’s big fucking cock, baby girl. Get it. Get every drop. Fuck, my daughter is giving up her hot tight wet pussy! Grrrrwl!”

I begged, voice breathy and needy. He chuckled darkly, nipping my earlobe. “Beg properly, baby. Tell Daddy exactly what you want. You know I love hearing dirty words from that pretty mouth.” I whimpered in embarrassment, but the ache between my legs was too strong. “I… I want your finger inside me. Please, Daddy… slide it in. I’m so wet for you.” “That’s my nasty little girl,” he growled, rewarding me by pushing his thick middle finger deep inside my soaked pussy. He curled it immediately, stroking that perfect spot while his thumb continued rubbing my clit.

“Beg better.” The shame burned through me like fire, but the need was stronger. I broke completely. “Please breed me, Daddy,” I sobbed. “Please use my sloppy hole. I feel empty without you inside me. I’ve only been without your cum for thirty minutes and I’m losing my mind. I’ll do anything , please fill me up again.” I begged. Aiden finally took mercy. He unzipped his pants, pulled out his massive, leaking cock, and fed it straight into my eager mouth. I sucked desperately, gagging and drooling as he fucked my throat with deep, controlled thrusts.

"There are plenty of other choices out there, ready for you to fulfill your perverted desire. Why don't you try Sunny Meadow Ranch?" "Sunny Meadow Ranch?" Damien gave her a quizzical look. "It's a pig farm." "Exactly!" Melissa smirked. "It's the perfect place for you to find your ideal match. After all, you're all members of the same species." Struck dumb, Damien had no idea how to respond to that. He had been called many names before, mostly by his business rivals. But he'd never been insulted by a woman in this ‘Creative’ fashion, and right to his face."

“I’m your daddy.” Maya was the first to react. “Yay!” she screamed, bouncing in her seat. “I have a daddy like Lilly. Can you come to drama week at school? Please? I want to show you off to her.” I blinked. So all this time, she wanted a father so badly she compared herself to her classmates. My heart cracked a little. Milo chimed in loudly, “So I won’t call you Uncle Desmond anymore? I’ll call you Daddy?” Desmond nodded. “Yes. Daddy.”

“Every time I touched myself—I thought about your cock. About you pulling it out of her covered in cum and making me suck it clean. About you fucking me instead—” He groaned against my tit, the sound vibrating through me. His fingers slammed deeper. I fucked myself on them harder, hips rolling in desperate circles. “Uncle, I’ve wanted this for so long.” “It’s Daddy to you, princess,” he corrected darkly, lifting his head just enough to look at me. “While I’m touching you, while I’m inside you. Say nothing but Daddy.” “Daddy,” I murmured under my breath, testing the word in my mouth, rolled it around my tongue and found it sent a lick of fire through my gut.

Breed Me, Daddy Alpha: The First Mark Chapter 23: Ryder Asks His Question Ryder — First Person I had been building toward the question for ten days. The question had a shape before it had words. I understood the shape — I knew it was about the cycle and the document and why this time was different from the previous two. But the words required more precision than the shape, and I was not willing to ask the question until I could ask it exactly. I found my mother in her office on a Thursday afternoon.

“Mommy’s tit are already full again. And this cunt? It’s addicted.” I groan, cock twitching back to life. “Fuck, Mom. You’re gonna kill me.” She laughs, low and throaty, arches into my hand as I squeeze her tit, milk squirting between my fingers. “Oh, baby…” She rolls on top of me, tits dragging across my chest, milk smearing everywhere, pussy grinding on my half-hard cock. “We’re just getting started. By the time Dad gets back, I’ll be dripping with your cum 24/7. And these tits? They’ll never run dry.”

His voice broke through the ringing this time, barely. “Catherine,” he barked, shaking me gently. “Talk to me. What happened?” I blinked, forcing the world back into focus. The docks slowly came into view… the steel gates, the distant hum of machinery. Marcus’s face hovered in front of me, concern and something else etched into his expression. I opened my mouth to speak but no sound came out. Your father isn’t dead. “She-” My voice cracked. I swallowed hard, forcing air into my lungs. “She said… my father isn’t dead.”

“That’s my good girl. Tell Daddy how the saddle’s been ruining you. How it makes this pretty young pussy throb every time you ride.” The word “Daddy” from his mouth sent a fresh gush of wetness into my panties. I rocked back against him shamelessly. “It does… it rubs my clit with every step. I’ve been going back to my room after and touching myself, thinking about your hands. About you. I know it’s wrong you’re my guardian, you’re so much older but I can’t stop.”