Milk Me Daddy Novels & Stories

When I reached him, he gripped my chin hard, forcing me to look up into his dark eyes. “Look at you. Barely out of your teens, no panties, already creaming down your thighs for a man old enough to be your father. Pathetic… and perfect. Say it.” “I… I need a Daddy,” I whispered, voice trembling. “Louder, little girl.” “I need a real Daddy to use me!” I cried out, loud enough that anyone nearby might hear. His smirk was dark and satisfied. “Good girl. Stand up, turn around, and bend over the table. Show Daddy that tight young cunt.”

I bring my lips to her chest, growling like a dog as I kiss and suck each nipple as I reach down and free my cock from my jeans. Irina's eyes move down and widen. "That—that's enormous," she gasps. "I don't think that will fit in me." "You don't think that will fit in me...?" I eye her and wait. It takes her a second, but she gets the message. She smiles, tilts her chin down, and bites her lower lip. "I don't think that will fit in me, Daddy."

“ Dad ,do not say that . You mentioned you could pass for you loved her . I did not want to loose another parent again after Mom passed . I told you the first day she scalded tea on my arms you — ” “ It was a mistake ” Mr Blair interrupted Isabella . “ Yes , every evil she does is a mistake . I am done with everything related to your wife . You promised you won't be with another after mom's death but you are did the opposite and with a she-devil who doesn't care about others just herself. You just ruined my mood .I hate her and Dad if she tries to be nice towards me in pretence , I would sting her hard like a deadly scorpion with no remorse .” Isabella blurts out her eyes red and full with t

He slams his cock all the way inside of me and I cry out in pain, squirming under him, he’s stretched my pussy lips making it fit around his hard shaft. “You want me to stop?” He asks me, licking and teasing my nipple now. “No, fuck. I don’t care how much it hurts. Fuck me big daddy, please and you can have this milk. But fuck me.” I whimper at him. I can’t believe the naughty words that are coming out of my mouth. Daddy doesn’t care though, he loves it. “You’re going to cum in me? Are you going to give me that creamy cock juice the way I’m giving you my creamy milk?” I whimper against his ear.

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.”

It didn't matter what I should or shouldn't be doing because the next thing she said was too fucking hot to be disregarded. "Da...Daddy, fuck me, please." Daddy. She said the word, Daddy. I knew a kink like this existed, yet I never in my life heard a girl say it, let alone get off while dreaming it next to me. I thought it was weird. I mean, no girl would want to call her boyfriend Daddy, yet Mila was writhing on the bed. She was touching her breasts and fingering herself as she begged for it. She was begging to be fucked. I would have never pinned Mila to be the kind of girl who enjoys this stuff. She was too innocent and shy and could barely meet your eyes when you spoke to her.

Chapter 7 Lila’s POV Fresh cream leaked out around his shaft with every thrust, running down my ass and soaking the sheets even more. “Daddy,” I breathed out helplessly, the word tumbling from my lips with every hard slam of his cock. “It is your pussy, Daddy. Breed me deep, please. I need your cum inside me” “That is my filthy good girl,” he groaned, his hand tightening around my throat a little more while his hips kept pounding me without mercy.

His teeth grazed the sensitive peak, making me cry out, then he sucked so strongly my toes curled. Milk poured into his mouth in heavy spurts and he groaned again, louder, eyes rolling back slightly like my taste was driving him crazy. “Fuck… so sweet,” he mumbled around my tit, voice muffled and filthy. “Your milk tastes like sin. Keep leaking for me, baby. Give Daddy every drop while you soak my pants with that dripping cunt.” I was moaning like crazy now, hips grinding faster on his cock, hands buried in his hair, holding him against my breasts.

my dada and papa aren't here yet! "You can't go hungry, let's go, baby, you want daddy's milky or your bottle?" he asks giving me two options. "Daddy's milky" I pout, even though it makes me sleepy. I do love daddy's milk more than the bottle. I get to cuddle close to him and feel the bond growing stronger.

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.”