Oh Daddy Novels & Stories

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! "

Standing firm and unmovable, I held her arms tightly, making every attempt she made to move futile. “You really are a stubborn little thing, aren’t you?” I mocked before I continued. “But don’t try to tame me or you might regret it,” I added, and she began to sob. I was surprised by her sudden change of emotion. Does she want to make me feel guilty or what? "Please, Daddy, please let me go," Stephanie pleaded, the word unexpectedly sending a strange sensation through me. She had never called me "Daddy" before, and hearing it from her somewhat turned me on and made my dick stand out at full attention, painfully straining my pants.

“Daddy. Where are you off to in such a hurry?” I rubbed my fingertips over my beards as I glared back at Ivy who was still waving at me from the dining area. Her eyes were as bright as skies and her lips pulled into a broad smile thay complemented the sharp hue of elation in her electrifying green eyes. I smiled back at her and made sure to raise my hands and wave back at her. After I did that, I proceeded to give her a response, “Daddy has to work darling. You don't have to worry. I'll be back home soon.”

The necessities of my life. Dominic Leone is my daddy. My everything. Fuck the world. We have each other. I know they’ll come for us again, and I know next time they try, I will be right by my daddy’s side. There will be no mistaking me for victim, that’s for damn sure. The End

He didn’t answer. The woman turned, her hands resting on her stomach. My voice came out small. “Dad… who is she?” He inhaled slowly. “She is… someone I’ve been helping.” I almost laughed. “Helping? Helping how?” Sofia looked down, then whispered, “I’m expecting.” I felt something in my chest drop. I looked at my father. “Please don’t tell me—” He didn’t look away. And that was my answer. “Oh my God.” My throat tightened. “You got her pregnant?”

I could hear daddy as I came on his cock, the pleasure taking absolute control of me. And I loved hearing my daddy moan. "D-daddy" I moaned. "You little whore... Your cunt is going to milk the cum out of me..." "Fuckkk!" He cursed, followed by a long string of curses before he pulled out of me at once. I moaned as I felt warm his warm cum on my stomach.

I said softly, “do you know who your daddy is?” “Yeah,” he said, pointing proudly. “That’s my daddy. Ethan.” I tilted my head, exhaling smoke slowly. “Hmm. Sorry to break it to you, kid. He’s not.”

Save me, Mom…" With one fluid smack, Eliza sent him flying. "Get away from me! I don't know this lunatic!" I walked over to Lucius, looking down at him. "What's wrong? Didn't you like calling people daddy? Well, the real one is here, so why are you so quiet?" Then, I turned to Joyce. "See? I told you he wasn't a reliable father, right? When it really comes down to it, there's no one better than your actual parents, don't you think?"

she giggled, “you’re pretty feisty today, I’m going to cut us up some fruit, want to watch a movie?” I followed her inside, but she walks faster than I do, when I entered, I heard daddy growling and snarling in his office. I wanted to go and hug him, he says my hugs are the best and always calm him down, but then he started yelling but there was no one else there. He was saying something about mates that he didn’t need or want one, but that’s not true and I know it isn’t. Daddy told me about mates, how one day I’ll meet mine and he will love me forever, like the princes’ in my books. I just can’t imagine leaving my daddy for anyone else, he’s so strong, brave, honest and the most handso

I smiled despite myself. “I need to stop at Yoda,” Mom suddenly announced. “What for?” “I need to buy pasta.” “We have three packs at home.” Dad said. “I know.” “So… why are we buying more?” “Because I want to.” Dad sighed dramatically. “Amanda, we’ve barely picked Sierra up.” “It’ll only take five minutes.” He shot me a helpless glance in the rearview mirror. “See what I live with?” I laughed. “Just drive, Tony.” With the long-suffering patience of a man who had clearly lost this argument many times before, Dad flicked on the indicator and took the next turn toward Yoda Mart.