My Babys Daddy Book Novels & Stories

Huh? The young Bimantara shifted his gaze down to the chubby baby sitting on the girl's lap, who was watching him with curiosity. His smile softened. He used one hand to stroke Bian's chubby cheek. "Daddy's off to work now," he said. After that, he stood straight up again. "I'm heading out," he repeated, saying goodbye to the girl. "Y-yes. Take c-care..." the nanny stammered back.

I asked him in a baby tone and he nodded his head frantically. "Oh you will. I promise you will, so hard that you will scream for mercy. How about you flip over? On your stomach love, ass up. Dip your back. That’s my good boy. You are my good boy right? Daddy gonna take care of you baby. You are my baby right"? I could see every word was affecting him so bad. He was squirming already. I haven’t even touched him. He is twitching. And ohhh how much I love this? "Let’s start baby boy. Let Daddy make you feel very good all night long". I hovered him and he just dipped his head in the pillow, fully submitting. That’s my boy. ********** Tabby

“So, what are we reading tonight, baby? The Night Wolf? The Little Howler?” He shook his head. A small, firm no. I blinked. “Oh? No bedtime story? You don’t want Mummy to read tonight?” Again, he shook his head. I raised a brow, teasing gently. “Hmm, are you becoming a big boy now? Or… you just don’t want Mummy to read—” “Daddy.” The word came out soft but solid. My heart skipped. Froze mid-beat. Just that one word — daddy. Panic flickered. Was he going to say Gabriel again?

His dick moves with him every time, and I love how it feels lightly shifting, even as it softens, it's still an amazing, submissive sensation. He pulls out, and I sigh in sadness, the emptiness inside me disappointing. But I lift myself to my elbows, picking my coloring book up in the air. “Look, Daddy, look. Look what I drew!” “I see, Babygirl. Very impressive.”

Madie and birdy rhymed a bit. "Because, baby..." Mister D neared his face close to mine and was staring hard. "I'm your Daddy."

“Well, Daddy’s love just looks a little different. He gets nervous sometimes. He works a lot, and grown-ups forget how to show things the right way. But that doesn’t mean he doesn’t love you.” Bibi didn’t look convinced. “Then why doesn’t he ever laugh with us anymore?” I smiled faintly, even though my throat felt tight. “Maybe we should remind him how.” She was quiet for a moment, thinking. Then she said in a small voice, “I think I want a new daddy.” My heart cracked a little. “Oh, baby…” I pulled her closer. “You don’t get to choose new daddies like toys, you know that?” “I know,” she said sadly. “But I still wish.”

I slowly remove his fingers from my mouth with a pop sound and his gaze darkens even more!. "You know you are playing with fire Sarah?" And i swallow and try to keep my knees from trembling upon hearing his words. "What....what if I like to....play with fire, Daddy?" I mumble shyly and he lets out a shaky breath. He slowly pulls me into his chest with his big strong muscular arms. His scent drives me crazy and my head starts to spin. "Daddy huh......You sure like to play with fire kitten....because once that fire starts you can't stop it....it will consume you!!" He whispers in my ear while slightly licking my earlobe making me moan softly and he chuckles.

“Every time Claire’s gone. Every late night. You will wear her lingerie. You will wait in this bed. You will take my cock like the dirty little secret you are.” I smiled, trembling, full of him. “Yes, Daddy.” He fixed his clothes. Left me there—wrecked, leaking, marked. In Mommy’s torn lingerie. Already counting the days until Claire’s next trip. I knew some babysitters don’t just watch the kid. They become Daddy’s favorite toy. And once he plays with you… you are his forever.

Isabella managed to mutter in between her moans. “Yes, babygirl. Cum. Cum for daddy. Fill your daddy’s mouth with your sweet cum.” His muffled voice came and his movement became more ferocious and within seconds she came, filling his mouth wholly. He drank her each and every drop of cum and finally hovered her, aligning his dick on her hole. “Ready to be filled by daddy again, babygirl?” “Ye… Yes, daddy.” Isabella replied, breathing heavily.

"Oh, men! That's the problem with old people." "Ha ha, are you calling me old?" "Mum is always tired and has no time to play. When I ask grandma, she says she is old and can't play with me." "Well son, I'm not as old as grandma is. I can play all day but not anymore, it's past your bedtime." "Okay dad, but will you read me a story?" Seeing his father nod, Tommy got off the bed taking a storybook from the bookshelf for his dad to read.