When Daddy Is Sleeping Novels & Stories

You never know when I might catch him sleepwalking again. Out of the corner of my eye, I see the catalyst of the evening that ended with daddy fucking his little girl. My sandwich! I'm still kind of hungry, but I might just be able to sleep for the first time in a long while.

He growled. I cried and cried into the pillows until I had no tears left. The intense slapping of skin against skin, flesh against flesh was the most stimulating sound I had ever heard. “Who fucks you?” He demanded, and I was so stuck in the pillow, I could only murmur. “Daddy.” “Who?” This man dragged me upwards by my hair. It hurt like a bitch. “Daddy!” I screamed at the top of my lungs.

“You like that, don't you?” I was so lost in pleasure that I couldn't respond. “Call me Daddy,” he commanded. “Daddy…” I breathed. He stripped the rest of his clothes away, revealing himself. My breath caught. He locked his arms around my hips and buried his face between my legs. I was shocked. I felt his tongue right on my wetness, as he stroked and laced me intimately. He slowly got up as his hands found my breasts, and started foundling them gently. He teased me mercilessly, rubbing himself against me until my body begged for more. I needed him inside me.

I rested my head on his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. “Did you have fun today, baby girl?” he asked, his voice soft and soothing. “Mmhmm,” I mumbled, already feeling myself drifting off. “It was the best day ever. Thank you, Daddy.” He kissed the top of my head, his arm wrapped securely around me. “I’m glad you had a good time, princess. I love you.” “I love you too, Daddy,” I whispered, my eyelids growing heavier by the second. We lay there in the quiet, the room filled with the gentle sound of our breathing. I felt safe and loved, wrapped in Daddy’s warmth, and before I knew it, sleep took over.

I make my to the bed with my arms stuck out, she rests in them the moment I sit on the bed. She silent but her grip on my top says everything. "Why does daddy sleep for days?" She asks looking up at me with those eyes. "Well," I opt for the truth although I don't think she'll understand a word I say. "Your dad sort of has insomnia; that's a condition where someone can't sleep, chronic sleeplessness.

“Daddy!!!” (STOP IT!!!!!) ~~~~~~ I shoot up in bed, what is going on? I feel tears streaming down my face and my pillow is damp with sweat. I look over to my mate and the dread is coming down in waves. Her tears are flowing freely in her sleep, and she is calling for her dad. My heart is breaking, what could she be dreaming?

"Daddy?" When I opened my eyes and saw him between my open legs, I said, "Daddy?" in confusion. I softly moaned when his fingers rubbed my slit, which was already wet. Maybe that is the reason why I was having a wet dream about him. I stare at him as he caresses my center, his hands palming my cunt. My mouth opens, but no sound is coming out. The lampshade on my side table has turned on, making my room dim. I can't sleep when there is no light. "Daddy, what are you doing here?" I whispered to him. My mother is sleeping in the other room, and she might hear us.

I just nodded and climbed up on the bed. As I lowered my head to Daddy's sheet covered cock Daddy said, “Our secret,” and I immediately said, “Forever.” I plopped Pinky down and as I settled my head down, I could see Daddy's hands. It looked like he was pulling the sheet down just a little further. He must have because as I settled my cheek down onto his cock I could feel something warm touching my ear. My heart did a flip! That had to be his cock touching my ear, it had to be sticking out of the sheet. I was so excited that I forgot about my bare bottom. I twisted my head just a little and I heard Daddy gasp a little. He said, “You have no panties?” And I instinctively looked down, twisting

Sleep well, and daddy loves you. When the phone of Dylan notified, he read it silently, and a broad smile is surfacing. Turning off his phone and sleep tight with his daddy's permeated scent on the sheets.

" I nodded against his lips, my sobs quieting down with each moan. The fire came back, hotter than ever, licking what was left of my head. I clung to Daddy as I screamed out, cumming so hard my vision blurred. "God, fucking...hell, you're getting tighter," Daddy moaned, stilling and spilling inside me. My body locked around his while I started crying again. We were still for a long time; Daddy was still buried inside of me. He raised his head from my neck to look at me. "Breathe for me. You did so well today. Just breathe for me, nice and slow," he caresses my face gently, coaxing me back to reality. When my eyes focused again, he smiled warmly. "There's my good girl." The words alone brough