Oh Daddy Novels & Stories

A tall, elegant man walked in—the very same Boss she had seen the night before. May instantly stood up and ran over to him, helping him remove his coat while speaking to him tenderly, like a devoted wife. “Darling, our daughter and I have been waiting for you to have dinner together.” Damien glanced at Emma. She was so frightened she didn’t know what to do until her mother gently reminded her, “Emma, aren’t you going to greet your father? From now on, Mr. Thorne is your father.” Emma quickly stood up, bowed her head low, and spoke softly, “Father, welcome home.”

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.”

"Yeah? What's the opposite of that one? FDLG?" "Huh? Oh... umm, DDLG. Daddy, not father." "Daddy. Right. You needin' a daddy, Cherry?" he asked, taking hold of her face and making her look at him. His eyes were dancing with a wild sort of need. "No," she whispered. "No, I..."

His eyes were locked on Leo’s face, on his tear-streaked, desperate expression. "You look so fucking pretty like this," Daddy grunted, his breathing growing ragged. "On your knees, collared and crying for my cock. This is where you belong." Leo watched, mesmerized, as Daddy’s hand flew over his shaft. He could see the muscles in his stomach tensing, the heavy tightening of his balls. He knew what was coming. "Open your mouth," Daddy commanded, his voice a strained, guttural bark. "Stick out your tongue. Don't you dare fucking spill a drop."

I pleaded shamelessly, knowing I shouldn't be giving in to the feeling so easily, but I couldn't hold back. He flipped me so fast, pressing my hard nipples against the cold wall through my light blouse and landed a hard smack on my ass. I winced and moaned. “Call me daddy,” he ordered. “Daddy,” I whispered. “Good girl,” he groaned. I was enjoying every bit of it, forgetting he was my father's best friend and the boundaries that are meant to hold us back. In that moment, I just wanted more. He landed another smack on my ass and this time it was harder.

“One older guy I’m trying to fuck. He’s got a thing for girls touching each other. Figured a nice close-up of us playing with our tits should get his attention.” “No, Sash.” “I’m not taking no for an answer, Bet—” She cut herself off mid-word, eyes flicking over my shoulder. “Oh. Mister Gray.” I turned. Daddy stood at the top of the stairs in jeans and a fitted black shirt. Fully dressed. Looking completely normal. Like he hadn’t been standing naked in front of me five minutes ago with his heavy cock on full display. The unfairness of it made my stomach twist. “Hello, Sasha,” he said, voice easy. “I didn’t know you were here.”

Nothing had prepared me for my son, half asleep on a dinosaur pillow, asking the one question I had no answer for. "You have me," I said. "And Grandma Clara. And Grace. And Oliver. You have so many people who love you." "But do I have a daddy?" He wasn't going to let it go. He had his father's stubbornness, and he didn't even know it. "Yes," I said. My voice cracked on the word. One syllable. The heaviest syllable I'd ever spoken. "You have a daddy." "Where is he?" "He's far away right now."

she whispered her name, but it almost came like a moan. The lights in his room were dimmed, but she could still clearly see his large frame and his defined body. He's got a much larger physique than his nephew. All along, Catherine believed that it was one of the factors that contributed to her fear of reaching out to him. But now, on what's currently happening, it felt like she couldn't afford to be scared of him anymore. Her throat ran dry as she watched him pull down his pants, down to his last entry; his boxers. Her eyes widened especially when she saw its now standing proud member. She could already feel it being hard earlier. But she never imagined that it would be that big... and long

"Just like that daddy..... no wait.., i didn't mean... stop slapping it like that!" I gasped at the word. Daddy. My dick twitched, I loved the name so much, Even if it slipped out all fuzzy and accidental while he was still half-gone. I froze for half a second, my hand hovering, then burst out laughing. "Daddy? Oh my god, did you just call me daddy? While I'm slapping your hole like it's a naughty little toy? That's fucking gold. You are so out of it right now it's hilarious."

All I felt was him, inside me, filling every empty space I never even knew I had. "Aaahh... daddy... you're so big... uuughhh..." "You like it?" "Yesss... Aaaahh... like it... love it... daddy..." He sped up. I screamed. I shrieked. I cursed. "AAAHHH! DADDY! SHIT! SO GOOD! OOOHHH... YESS... YES... YES YES YES DADDY!" "I love your voice," he whispered in my ear. "I love when you call me daddy."