Please Daddy Novels & Stories

His mouth claimed mine, tongue sliding in like he owned me,i moaned into it, my hands fisting in his shirt while his other hand finally moved between my legs, cupping my pussy over my soaked panties . “Jesus Christ,” he muttered against my lips. “You’re dripping for me,princess,this little cunt is begging for Daddy’s fingers, isn’t it?”. The word Daddy hit me like lightning,my hips rocked against his hand on their own. “Yes… please, Daddy.” He rubbed me through the fabric, slow circles right over my swollen and creamy clit,I whimpered, spreading my legs wider for him. The pleasure built fast, sharp and overwhelming. He kissed down my neck, sucking lightly, while his fingers kept fingering an

I looked at him, lips trembling, shame twisting low in my stomach, but my need swallowing it whole. “P-please me…” His gaze didn’t change. I swallowed again, breath shaky. “Please me, Daddy.”

“What’s that, baby? You have a lot to say to Daddy? I do, too. Let’s tell him a lot about you today.” X

Of course, not everyone says Mommy, some say Mama. “I’m with Didi,” he added. “Oh, I see. Who is Didi?” I asked curiously. “Didi Leo. He’s my godfather. He went somewhere far but came home today,” the boy said proudly. I nodded slowly. So he was with his godfather. "Where is your Papa?" I asked. The boy's smile faded. His expression turned sad as he shook his head. "I do not know where Papa is. Mama said he’s far away," he answered softly.

“Let me drive you, it is on the way to the church.” I smile in thanks as he leads the way to the car. “I hate it when men speak to you like that.” he grumbles. “If you hate it so much, do something about it... daddy.”

"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..."

**Heath's POV** I was overwhelmed when Charles Madrigal told me to call him Daddy. I miss my own father and the word Daddy is too precious for me. I was wrong when I told Shiloh that his father would not be coming back. Well, maybe not my own father in flesh but Shiloh's father is as gentle as my own father.

" Happy Birthday, Neela baby. I hope you have liked the cake. Daddy baked this cake only for you. How are you, pumpkin? I hope you are fine. I know that your Mommy and Papa are taking proper care of you. I am sorry that I am not with you anymore. But, trust me, child, I miss you every day. I miss your tantrums, I miss your cute voice, I miss how you used to call me Daddy. I miss everything about, my baby. I love you a lot. The day I came to know that you aren't well you won't believe how much I have cried for you. Every day I pray to God for your wellbeing. I hope you will be fine very soon. Maybe I am very far from you right now but I promise that soon I will come to meet you. I love you, b

"Hey sexy lady, I'm home!" "Hi daddy, thank you for telling me and for this date!! I enjoyed it very much!!" "Me too!" My little Minx! Can't wait to see you again!" "Well i have some busy days coming up at school so that's going to I have to wait a bit, unfortunately daddy!" ":(.....ah well i understand but i miss you already!" "I know Daddy Boo!, I'll miss you too but my grades are important for later in life you know....but we can always talk over phone, video chat,

Are we supposed to have two daddies? “Grandpa is my daddy.” “Eh, that can’t be. Your grandpa can’t be your daddy. Why don’t you have a real daddy?” “What’s a real daddy?” I asked because I was curious about what it was. Teacher must have heard what we were talking about because he went over to us.