Please Me, Daddy Novels & Stories

“Daddy please.” “Please what?” “Daddy, please fuck me,” “Fuck you? Just fuck?” I teased again and she swallowed hard finding it hard to contain the pleasure my action was doing to her. “You know what to do when you want Daddy! So, beg. Beg for daddy’s cock.” “Daddy, please.” “Please what?” “Please fuck me, bang me, fill me up with your mighty member, and ride me to heaven!” “Fantastic,” I grunted driving myself into her warm pussy.

“You want Daddy’s dick? You want Daddy to fuck you?” “Yes, Daddy,” I gasped. “But that’s not on today’s schedule.” He smirked, then rubbed the head of his cock against my dripping entrance. I cried out, tears slipping from the overwhelming pleasure. “You like that?” “Please don’t stop, Daddy.” He rubbed again, slower this time. My hips pushed to meet him. “Let me get a condom, baby.” I shook my head frantically. “Please, Daddy. Don’t go.” “But, baby—”

“Feels so good, Daddy. I think I’m… I think I’m going to, um…” My whole body is on fire and my brain is getting fuzzier by the second. I can barely think and definitely can’t manage a complete sentence at this point, but it doesn’t matter. Daddy knows exactly what I need. “Gonna come for me, sweetheart?” he finishes for me. “Be a good girl and wait for Daddy, okay? Can you hold out just a little while longer?” I nod even though I’m not sure I can. “I’ll try, Daddy. I’ll be good.”

I look around for my momma but she's not here. {{ Daddy.... w-where's my mommy? }} daddy looks sad, I pat him on his face {{ what's wrong daddy? }} I turn and strain to see what he's looking at, people rolling a bed and my mommy is on the bed, why is she like that? I can feel my eyes burn because I remember back at the bad place that people where on those beds when they went bye bye forever. I look up to my dad and he's looking down at me, daddy is so very sad {{ d-daddy...w-why is mommy like that? is mommy gonna go bye bye forever? is she gonna leave us alone?! DADDY!!! WAKE MOMMY UP!! MOMMY WAKE UP!!! WAKE UP MOMMY !! }} I try I really try to reach out to her but daddy holds me so tightly.

"I have two boys, Mom. They’re Alphas. They’re everything." Leo stepped forward, his eyes shimmering with a joyful light that mirrored my own. "Two grandsons? We are always praying for the moon goddess to watch over you from above, Eli, and we have never been more proud. You carried the weight of the world and bloomed in spite of it." "I wish you could hold them," I whispered. "I wish you could see them." "We will," my father promised, his hand resting on my shoulder. "In time, the path will open. For now, know that you are loved, and your children are blessed."

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.”

he asks me, turning to his side, petting my head, I yawned, I was tired, but wanted to go to the park. "Nu-uh, me want the park," I whine, it's why I'm awake. "Cici, it's four am, the park is close, let me get you some milk," he says trying to get out of the bed, but he can't leave me alone in the dark, I began to cry. "No tears, no crying, come here," he says picking me up with him, it's been almost a month now, a full month since I summoned him by mistake, and he became my daddy, I don't cry over everything much, but sometimes I just do.

His voice was quiet, but every single word hit me like a blow to the chest. "A real dad stays when you're sick and feeds you soup. That's what Uncle Darius does." The air tore out of my lungs. I froze on one knee, the case heavy in my palm, feeling as if someone had plunged a blade directly into my heart and twisted it. I looked up at Priscilla, but she wasn't gloating. She was looking down at me with a sad, quiet finality that hurt a thousand times worse. Leo turned away, grabbing his mother's hand. "Can we go home now, Mommy?"

"And you don't touch what's mine without permission." "Then touch me," I whimpered. "Please, Daddy, I'm so wet for you."

"What part of no one touches you but daddy does my baby girl not understand?" "Fucking touch me then," I demanded, my voice breaking with emotion. "I'm lonely, daddy. What part of stop leaving don't you get? Touch me all night long."