Yes Daddy Novels & Stories

"No, not yet. You don't get to cum until I do. Kitty, my little girl, we're going to seal our deal simply. If you want me to be your Daddy, and you want to be my little girl, you will give me your virginity." He stood tall. Long ago he had done away with his jacket, and all that remained was that collared shirt that contoured his muscular body so well. "So, my Kitty, do you want to give Daddy your virginity tonight?" There was a brief pause. I always thought it'd be with someone I loved. A boyfriend, one I'd been with for months. Not someone who I met the same day, not someone who I was now calling Daddy, and not someone anywhere near under these circumstances. This wasn't a typical circumst

Daddy sucks and licks, his tongue circling my nubs as his lips pull them from hiding. “Oh, daddy...” I groan, the warmth in my breasts transferring to that sweet spot in my cunt, the one that stirred when daddy punished my ass. “Yes, baby. Let go. Let all that tension go. Let it melt away.” His words aren't even necessary. It takes only a minute before daddy's mouth turns me into a puddle. “It feels amazing, daddy.”

Dane’s dick equals instant happiness. After we took our time trying to get through it, I successfully got into the car. “I love you baby.” He started off, looking so satisfied, it thrilled me. “I love you too.” I really did. “Drive safely. See you tomorrow. Seriously, eyes on the road.” “Yes Daddy.” “Fuck,” He groaned, colour returning to his face. He was well pleased. “I'm still your daddy indeed.”

All I felt was him, inside me, filling every empty space I never even knew I had. "Aaahh... daddy... you're so big... uuughhh..." "You like it?" "Yesss... Aaaahh... like it... love it... daddy..." He sped up. I screamed. I shrieked. I cursed. "AAAHHH! DADDY! SHIT! SO GOOD! OOOHHH... YESS... YES... YES YES YES DADDY!" "I love your voice," he whispered in my ear. "I love when you call me daddy."

"I'm your daddy. You happy about that?" "YES‚ DADDY! I'M SO HAPPY! YAYYYYYY! I HAVE A DADDY! I HAVE A DADDY!" Liam was bouncing in Killian's arms‚ his small hands slapping against Killian's shoulders‚ his face split into a grin so wide it took up his entire face. "I'M GONNA TELL TOMMY! AND SARAH! AND MISS KAREN! I HAVE A DADDY AND HE'S MR. WOOF AND HE'S THE BIGGEST AND THE STRONGEST AND—"

“If I call you Dad… will you disappear later?” The question shattered the room. Ethan didn’t answer immediately. He knelt in front of her, eyes level. “I won’t disappear,” he said. “Even when things are hard. Especially then.” Crystal studied him for a long moment. Then, softly, testing the word like fragile glass— “Dad.” Ethan inhaled sharply. Amara covered her mouth, tears streaming freely now. “Yes, sweetheart?” Ethan said, voice breaking. Crystal smiled. That single moment rewrote ten years of absence.

“What exactly is this girls’ night?” “Club.” “Cami.” “What?” “I’m exhausted.” “You’re young.” “So are you.” “Exactly. Which means we should be out dancing instead of acting like we’re forty.” Ariana snorted. “You realize your father is literally forty.” “Forty-one,” Cami corrected. “And he’s basically a robot.” Ariana’s stomach flipped. “Why do you say that?” “He works too much. He doesn’t date. He doesn’t have fun.”

The new intern had a habit of calling my husband "Daddy." "Daddy, I am having the worst luck today. Could you please go buy me some feminine products?" "Daddy, I cannot get the zipper on my dress unstuck. Can you help me?" "Daddy, why do you not have my hair tie around your wrist? I think you deserve a punishment. Wear two. Pink ones, okay?" I frowned as irritation simmered beneath the surface. My husband waved it off with a casual smile. "She is just being playful. Do not take it seriously. She is young and enjoying the novelty. She will get over it soon enough." I said nothing. I waited until the night of the company’s annual gala. She suddenly stumbled in front of everyone and fe

That surprised a real laugh out of me. For one second, things felt normal. Not fixed. But maybe fixable. He touched my shoulder. “I am proud of you.” My throat tightened again. God. Everyone needed to stop saying that today. “Thanks, Dad.” He nodded. “I will let you celebrate with your friends.” “You are leaving?” “I have a flight tonight.” Of course. Still. He had come. That mattered. He hugged me again. Shorter this time. Then walked away. I watched him disappear into the crowd.

Gael Slater: Freddy Frugal is upping my allowance? Lucian rolls his eyes and tousles the boy's hair, earning a groan of protest. Lucian Slater: I think what you mean to say is; 'Thank you, pop. That was so generous. You are the best daddy in the world'. Gael raises an eyebrow as he glances up at Lucian. Completely against the suggestion. Lucian Slater: Twelve dollars. Gael's eyes pop open. Gael Slater: You're the best father in the world, and I love you more than I love your sloppy joes.