Nala Daddy Novels & Stories

“Get. Out.” If Nala had considered the note to be some practical joke before, the way her father smiled in the face of her anger as he left told her it was true. He looked at her like she was a child throwing a temper tantrum over a sweet, rather than a woman who just had the most basic choice of her life stripped away. 'We need you.'

“And with so much money, Big Daddy, why not get that pleasure from a virgin? Don’t you want a little girl all your own?” “Goddammit, no. A virgin?” His hands leave my breasts and grip my hips, as if he’s trying to convince himself to push me away. Instead, he yanks me up against his big body forcefully, dislodging my hands from his arousal. “Ah Jesus. No. I can’t. I can’t. I could be your father.” “No. But you can be my Big Daddy.” I open my thighs wider around his hips, arching my back enticingly. “Big Daddy gets to put it anywhere.”

Mabel told Christian. **** When Nala and Dorian got home, there were some visitors waiting for them. “That’s my dad,” Nala said when she saw her father resting on his car outside the gates of the mansion, and alongside him was her brother. “Looks like John has ratted you out,” Dorian chuckled as the driver parked the car and they got out. “So it's true,” Nala's dad sneered in disbelief. “True that you're an asshole, yeah,” Nala insulted her father as she walked up to him. The man was ready to lose her rather than to pay the ransom Dorian had demanded. That told her exactly what she meant to him.

Nala-As long as we are Mom and Dad, he call your parents Asshole and Bitch. Me-Can he? Nala-No. Nala gives me a look of annoyance.

"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.

Daddy? She feels like a naughty girl who is jumping on her daddy's lap, she is a feverish slut for this man who is fucking her mercilessly. She never called a man daddy during sex, but the dirtiness of the idea makes her insides pulsate around his cock. "Oh! You are squeezing me so hard." He groans and smiles at her arrogantly. "Are you gonna come, babygirl?" "Ahh, yess.." She breathes out and clenches her hands on his shoulders, looks at his eyes. "I am gonna come, daddy! "

I gasped. "Life's not fair. Promise me, Natalie. Say you'll leave your husband and be mine." "I—I can't—" He pulled away completely and I whimpered at the loss. "Then I guess you don't cum yet." "Ryan, please—" "Promise me." His fingers slid inside me, curling to hit my G-spot. "Say the words and I'll make you cum so hard you forget your own name." "You're not playing fair," I accused breathlessly.

NYLA The mahogany doors of my father’s office clicked shut behind me. The air in here always smelled the same. Expensive cigars and old paper. My father, Nolan, didn't look up from his desk. He simply tapped his gold fountain pen against a stack of legal documents. "Nineteen minutes, Nyla," he murmured, finally lifting his gaze. "You're cutting it close. I suppose the King boy is proving to be quite the distraction." "What do you want, Dad?" I asked, keeping my voice steady, despite the panic rising inside my chest.

“What daddy wants a child who can’t even stay dry?” My stomach hurt, hot with shame. I wanted to shout back, but the words stuck in my throat. “Daddy, is it?” Her eyebrows folded. “How sweet. But do you really think he’ll come? Men like him are busy with pack duties. They don’t always have time for little girls. Even their own.” The words stung like nettles, but I shook my head hard, harder than I thought I could. “He’ll come.” Her nails lifted my chin, scratching lightly. “So sure. Maybe he’ll listen better if I tell him.”