Yes Please Daddy Novels & Stories

Daddy laid next to me and pulled me into an embrace that put a big smile on my face. He kissed my ear, then whispered. “You’re still not spending money on makeup or keeping the pajamas. And if you do something like that again, I’ll be forced to take you in your bottom, really stretching you good.” I pulled in a rushed breath and jerked my head in his direction. “You wouldn’t dare, would you, Daddy?” He gripped my chin, and the look in his eyes said it all. “Just try me.” Daddy may have been a lot of things, but a liar he was not.

I let out a cry, scratching his back as my toes curled from the pleasure. "Can I cum, daddy? Please?! Please may I cum?" "Cum for me, slut!" His words resounded with a spank on my other tit before he pressed both together and shoved both nipples into his mouth. "Oh god! Fuck! Fuck!" I scratched his back even harder as my body began to buck from the pleasure. Tears of pleasure rolled down as the pleasure tore through me. "So good, daddy! So... So so fucking good, daddy!" I humped my pussy against his leg that was in between my legs.

Daddy Grayson was spanking me. "Aaahhhh... Oh fuck... Yes, yes..." I was out of breath in fact. "Yes, your cock feels so good, daddy. It feels so good and I want to come on your big cock, daddy... May... May this slut come on your cock, daddy?" I asked for permission, my toes curling up already.

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."

11 - Yes, Daddy James “Will you let me fuck you, Mia? If I make you cum like the good girl you are, hm?” Say no. Please. For the sake of my sanity, pull away, slap me, curse me, do anything but agree. “Y-yes,” Mia whispered, her hazel-green eyes dilated and hazy as she answered, “Yes, Daddy.” Fuck, fuck, fuck. This wasn’t supposed to happen. Any of it.

he said as his eyes met the floor and sadness filled his blue little orbs. Please, let me just find a way” she said in more of a whisper. She made her puppy dog eyes hoping he was going to let her do this. He could pave them through, his parents where always punctual with. His allowance but she didn’t want that. Looking at her with sad eye he finally nods in acceptance. Her phone began to ring again and she looked it was her dad. “Hi Dad” “Yes Leo, how are you doing, I called all night and got no response” he said.

Yes. “Say it,” he demanded. “Yes,” I whispered, like a child submitting to punishment. “Yes, what?” He asked. “Yes…. Shawn?” He asked. I kept quiet. “Say it like you mean it. Like you love every inch of my body on yours. Like I own you.” His voice…. Goodness, may it never stop. “Yes… daddy.”

She usually addressed him in this manner whenever she is angry with me and he does play along without calling her a pet name so she is not irritated. “ Your fiance is here Miss Blair and your presence is of pivotal important. ” Her father said in a calm collected manner . It was not of his nature to give out other informations with the tone or urgency in his voice. “ ugggghhh ” Isabella grunts with a clearly frustrated face “ what does he want ? ” “ What does he want ? ”

“I beg you.” “You aren’t begging yet. Trust me. But you will. When I’m done with you, you will be begging for more. You will beg for my cock to be inside of you. You will plead with those tears in your eyes for my tongue to go lower and deeper. You will beg, dirty girl. Trust me. You will beg.” He pressed the knife a little harder against my mound. “Now say it. Say yes, Daddy.” “Yes, Daddy,” I whispered. “Say it louder.” The knife went even lower, rubbing my clit with the burn of seduction on its descent.

“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—”