When Daddy Is Sleeping Novels & Stories

I moaned "that's right baby girl my name is daddy" "Aaaah mmmm mmm mmm i'm cumming daddy daddy fuck" I moaned while asleep "Alyssa Alyssa ALYSSA" someone called "wake up" I shot up out of me sleep "Girl it's 11 am and your not up yet we have to go shopping to get new stuff for you" Ava said "How long have I been asleep?" I asked "From 5pm yesterday" Ava replied. Damn was I really that tired

[It's really you daddy] "Yeah" "ay lab yuu so much. Bwat daddi ken I slip mow? " [I love you so much. But daddy can I sleep more?] "You can" The princess slept again while holding his father's hand. I'm so happy for you

It took us forever to come back to school, I might have napped on his back on the way back, I only remember waking up to Anastasia voice. "She's gone Adrian you can't keep doing that" she says, daddy answered by growling at her in his dragon form. "Adrian please, shift back so we can talk" Julius says, daddy growls again. I looked down at myself I was only in my diapee and I was cold. Whining I sit up on daddy's back, I yawned and tried to get down. "Daddy can we go sleep now?" I ask him, making everyone break into tears and laugh. I didn't know sleeping was such a happy news.

A soft gasp escaped her lips as Chloe jolted awake. Harvey Fletcher, Rachel’s dad and her father’s closest friend, was the last person she should want to think about like this. But she did. Her sheets twisted around her legs, and her skin felt warm as beads of sweat dripped down her forehead. It was a dream, no doubt, but the wetness between her legs was real. Chloe got up and slipped out of the bed. She refused to look back at the sheets, as if they might accuse her of something.

She casually asked, "Is your Daddy awake?" "Not yet. Mommy, why is Daddy sleeping so much?" Nia has never seen Josiah sleeping in the morning.

My breath hitches when I make it to the top. Daddy lies there looking as if he is peacefully sleeping. His raven colored hair, much like my own, is styled just as he always wore it. You can see the bags under his eyes from his lack of sleep. If I didn’t know any better, I would think that it has all been a nightmare. It’s not, though, and my heart breaks. “Daddy.” I whisper. I know he can’t hear me here but maybe he can hear me where he is now. “I’m not ready for you to leave me.”

Instead, I snuggled in and shut my eyes again. I wanted nothing to interrupt this blissful slumber and… “Come on, Renee… We have to go.” “Go where?” I asked curiously, my eyes opening a little. I stretched slightly on the plush mattress. My vision was blurry due to my drowsy state, but the second I set my eyes on him, the smile on my face widened and I stretched out my limp arms, begging him to accept and fall on the bed with me. “Daddy…” “Renee…” He called out, his voice so deep and sexy that I had to clench my thighs in response.

Daddy ordered. I didn't say anything, I was just trying to catch my breath as Daddy positioned me onto my side, and he spooned me from behind. I honestly felt like a little girl in his arms. I was worrying about what he said, how I would take his cock whenever he wanted, but my body was too exhausted to care about it now. -- I was woken up in the night by Daddy pulling my thong to one side and sliding his cock deep into me from behind. "Urrgh." I grunted as my hole stretched around him.

Damien said, holding her firmly with one hand and putting the other to his lips, gesturing for her to be quiet. Emma was so terrified and panicked that her entire body went rigid. The man she called father, the man who was her mother's husband, was lying on top of her. Emma’s mouth was covered, preventing her from making any sound. She watched him with both terror and vigilance, desperate to find a way out.

You're kneeling tonight. Eliza snorted arrogantly. "Kid, tell that backer of yours to hurry up. I'll teach them how this world works." Twenty minutes later, the doors slammed open, and a middle-aged man stepped in, his presence instantly commanding silence. The room froze. Joyce stared at him, her face draining of color. "...Dad?"