Who's Your Daddy Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

ROXETTE Chandler’s eyes darken at my words, a primal hunger flashing across his face. “Fuck,” he growls softly. “You have no idea what you’re asking for, do you?” He stands abruptly and lifts me easily into his arms. My legs wrap around his waist instinctively as he carries me toward the stairs. “Daddy,” he repeats, the word rolling off his tongue like both a promise and a threat. “I’ll be your daddy tonight, sweetheart. I’ll fuck you so hard you’ll forget your own name.”

Chapter Four The rhythm of the affair had become the only reliable constant in the house, and every departure of my mother’s car from the driveway sent the same immediate current through my body. I tracked her shifts with the same quiet precision Daniel did, and the moment the engine faded, the waiting began. Sometimes he found me within minutes. Sometimes the delay stretched until the need had grown so sharp that I paced the hallway outside the guest room with my pulse already heavy between my legs. Either way, the lock turning behind us sealed the rest of the world out and left only the heat of his skin and the heavy stretch of him filling me until there was nothing else.

“I’m yours. I belong to you.” “Good girl. And who am I to you? I want to hear you say it.” “Huh?” “Who am I to you?” “You’re… you’re…” “I’m your Daddy!” He answered for me. As he let go of my hair, I felt his dick poke my entrance. He was playing with me, teasing me, sexually tormenting me. “Come on! I want to hear you say it.” “You’re my Daddy.” I replied hoarsely, my whole body trembling.

"But, who should we choose? It's not like we can just take any person off the street, mommy is special and has to have a husband that is just as special." "I know." Miguel agreed and placed his hand on his chin in thought, humming. "Just who would be a perfect fit for mommy?" He mused his question out loud. "Oh," Michelle perked up. "I know. Uncle Handsome. Uncle handsome can become our new daddy." She said, grinning from ear to ear. "Uncle Handsome? Ah, you mean uncle Zach. Yes, he's handsome and rich. But, I feel that he and mommy don't really get along."

my father's announcement hung in the air, casting a shadow of unease over me. "Leaving? And what do you mean I won't be alone?" I questioned, my brows furrowing with confusion. "Mr. Ortega has agreed for you to stay with him while I'm away," my father explained, his words causing my eyes to widen in disbelief. "What? Why would you do that? I'm seventeen years old, Dad, not twelve! You've got a billionaire babysitting me as if I'm a child. I could have been left alone at home because I'm no longer a minor. At worst, you could have arranged for a babysitter, but this? This is beyond crazy!" I whispered-yelled, my frustration bubbling to the surface as I directed my disbelief at my father, my v

She bit her lips lightly, pulled down his neck with force and leaned forward to kiss those cold lips of his. If you are seeing this then it obviously means that you read both the first and second chapters and here you are thanks very much for reading to the third chapter and I hope you are loving it so far. Please let me know what you think drop reviews to encourage other readers it would be really useful. Thanks for joining the team.

A slow grin spread across his face, eyes gleaming with approval. 'That's my dirty girl. Show Daddy just how much you want to be his plaything. Prove it to me.' Amelia's heart raced, a soft groan escaping as she pushed him back gently, straddling his hips. He lay there, still clothed in his club shirt and pants, but she didn't care—her naked, cum-streaked body hovered over him, breasts dangling invitingly. She leaned forward, cupping one full breast and guiding the nipple to his mouth. 'Like this, Daddy? Take it... maul me,' she whispered, voice husky.

“Crawl.” I move on my knees across the rug until I’m between his spread legs. He frees his cock—already hard, thick, the head dark and wet. He doesn’t tell me to open my mouth. He just fists my hair and pulls me forward until my lips stretch around him. I take him deep on the first stroke. He holds me there, nose against his stomach, until my throat flutters and spit runs down his shaft. Then he starts using my mouth in slow, deep thrusts, guiding my head with both hands as he does so. “This is what happens when you sneak out,” he says, voice calm while he slides over my tongue. “You don’t get to run off to some boy who doesn’t even know how to fuck you properly. You stay here and you take i

The air punches out of my lungs. He looms above me, hair falling into his eyes, sweat dripping from his jaw. His pupils are black holes. Rage and hunger and something darker twist across his face. “Who am I?” he rasps. The words are torn out of him. “Tell me. Right now. Who the fuck am I to you?” I stare up at him, tears still wet on my cheeks. My lips tremble when I speak. “You’re my Daddy.” The last thread snaps.

“I told them not to bother us. I didn't want anyone screwing with our flow. They'll be here five minutes before our entrance. Now, let daddy take care of his baby.” His nimble fingers unclasp my bra and slip the support from my ample breasts. The chilly air hits my nipples and I throw my hands over them. Daddy thinks it's my modesty. “No need to be like that. If you can't trust me, who can you trust?” He gently removes my hands before bending over and taking a nipple in his mouth. The warmth of his mouth solves my nipple dilemma, and I reach back to support myself as daddy devours my tits. Daddy sucks and licks, his tongue circling my nubs as his lips pull them from hiding.