Please Daddy Novels & Stories

I told him and looked at him, expecting for him to say it back. “Aren’t you going to say it back?” I pushed him. He sighed and bent down to move his hand to my stomach. “Daddy loves you, princess.” He spoke before he looked back up with a smirk on his face. “I also miss the old Christian, thanks for reminding me.” He spoke. “Bye, Serena.”

"I'm always happy to help you and Daddy." I kiss his head, my heart overflowing with love. "You're the best son a mother could ask for," I say, my voice trembling. Ezra grins, his eyes sparkling with pride. "Where's Daddy?" he asks, his voice filled with curiosity. I hesitate, a pang of guilt shooting through me. How do I tell him what his daddy has turned into now and the sacrifice he made to protect us all. "He's on a mission," I reply, my voice soft. "He's saving the world again."

"Daddy!." " Hey Angel..." He said in a cheerful tone. "Daddy, how are you doing?." "I'm fine, Alhamdulillah... How about you?." "I'm fine too Daddy. I missed you a lot you know, and you didn't bother to check up on me for the past few weeks Father. This is unfair, it seems like you don't miss your favorite daughter at all."

she argued with a furrowed brow. "Then stop assuming that I'm your father! You clearly ruined Louis' proposal. Doesn't that mean you already know he's your father?" Summer blinked and fell silent for a few moments. "Uncle Louis is not my father. He's my Daddy." Kendrick's head was pushed back. His brain failed to process it. "What's the difference?" "Everyone in this world has a father, but not everyone has a Daddy. A father is the reason why we exist in this world, while a Daddy is the reason why we feel safe and happy living in this world."

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.”

he chuckles you're so lame papa Only for you and your mother dear, see you soon bye bye I put my phone down grinning like an idiot, I know very well how much my dad loves me, he always says my mom has Three mamas' boys so I am his treasure daddy’s girl, I have long since grown from girl-hood into womanhood but hey, no harm no foul, I am what I am to my papa bear.

Looking into his eyes deeply, I slowly got my ass up and slowly lowered my ass back onto his cock. "Fuck" he cursed and I could see just how much my daddy was holding back. I rose from his cock again and went back down slowly. My body shuddered this time around, his cock feeling so good inside of me. Slowly, I built up a pace that was now slow and not fast too. "Cara!" Daddy let out in between gritted teeth. "My daddy wants to cum for me?" I asked in a whisper. "Fuck! You know I fucking want to! I need to!"

"Worse, actually. My legs ache, and I keep getting these dizzy spells. Maybe I should call the doctor." Daddy's eyes flicked to me, a silent warning or was it excitement? "If it's not better by tomorrow, definitely. But rest today. Isabella can help around the house." I nodded eagerly. "Of course. I'll make you some tea later." Tea I could spike too, if needed. As Mom headed back to the couch, Daddy cornered me by the fridge, his hand slipping under my skirt to cup my ass. "You added more?" he murmured, his breath hot against my ear.

His face was like stone, his sharp eyes focused on the village roads as they started to get busy. "Why are you so quiet? Still mad about last night?" Lona whispered. She felt bold. Her hand began to crawl higher, inching toward his groin. She could feel his thigh muscle, hard as a rock beneath her palm. "Didn't you say you were good at disciplining things that were out of place? I’m feeling a little... messy, Daddy. I think I need you to fix me." Lona let out a soft giggle, feeling like she had the upper hand. She was sure Revan was about to snap, just like all the stepfathers before him. She kept stroking his leg, occasionally giving him a little pinch.

"Daddy, please let me come. I'll be a good girl for you." Michele lifted his head from her breast, his eyes meeting hers. The raw hunger in his gaze made her tremble. "You look so fucking beautiful when you beg!" he murmured, his voice dark with satisfaction. His fingers slowed, stroking her inner walls with maddening gentleness. "Tell me who you belong to, babygirl." "You," Anny gasped without hesitation. "I belong to you, daddy." "And Adriano?" The question caught her off guard, but she was too far gone to lie, too consumed by need to pretend.