Yes Please Daddy Novels & Stories

“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—”

He glared at Avery and rebuked, "What do you think you're doing?" He was irritated. How could there be such a careless nanny in the world? Did she even understand his son's physical condition? Would she take responsibility if he fell ill? Avery looked up at his highly annoyed expression and pushed him away, but he didn't even stagger from her push. It was as though her weight had no effect on him. "Damn, you dare to push me," Elliot fumed. Just then, a childish voice interrupted their argument. It was Daniel. "Daddy, I'm hot."

“Please touch me daddy, I worked hard for it.” His lips meet my lips in an enchanting kiss, my eyes bulged and I cry out, my toes twisting and dancing as his mouth worked my pussy lips, he was kissing me as he would kiss my mouth. My eyes rolled around in their sockets, “Yes daddy, yes, yes, yes...” I cry, Evan groaned and grunted, “Yes, eat that beautiful pussy like it is your last meal on earth. Stick your tongue there.” I could hear him pumping at himself, going faster, my body only tightened with this information, I could tell Aryan liked it too, he stuck his face harder against my body. His mouth cupping me.

“And why on earth am I not the right man?” “BECAUSE I LOVE YOU, YOU IDIOT!” I scream, my voice echoing around us. “You’re a horrible fit because I love you. I’ve been in love with you since you saved me from the rain that day. Now do you get it? We can’t be family because that would mean that I’ve always been in love with my own dad.”

a moan escaped my mouth as I was lost in the moment. “Oh fuck, yeah!” Daddy groaned. “Now come to me.” He ordered, and I did. I crawled, and he seemed satisfied with it as he nodded his head when I reached him. He lifted my chin, looked into my eyes, and then asked me to take his cock into my mouth. “Daddy wants to fuck that pretty mouth.” “Yes, Daddy." I didn't hesitate; I opened my mouth as wide as I could and took the tip first, tasting a salty liquid which, instead of disgust, made me wetter.

“Mmm. Yes, baby girl. Beg me. Tell me what you want.” I whimpered as he rolled his hips again, so deep it stole my breath. “Please.” His smile curved against my skin, dark and satisfied. “Please what? Use your words.” Heat flooded my face. He was still moving—slow, relentless, perfect—and it was driving me insane. “Harder.” He chuckled low, the sound vibrating through my chest. “Okay. Now all together.” I was trembling, nails digging into his back. “Please… harder.” He stopped moving entirely, buried to the hilt, and lifted his head so I had to meet those storm-dark eyes. “No. You say, ‘Harder please, Daddy.’”

“How about oral? You like oral Shonda?” God save me from that voice. I never knew I was such a pervert for the male vocals. “Y-Yes. Oral’s fine.” I wait with bated breath for the feel of his lips enclosing my bare pussy lips. But he doesn’t go in for the kill just yet. He’s yet to touch me in any way. It adds to the suspense in the air.

"Would you like me to use you like a slut?" "Yes," I cried out desperately. "Yes, daddy. Please, I'm your slut. Yours to do whatever daddy pleases," I stumbled over my words, wanting to please him. I purred watching his face stretch into a smile. "There's my little sinful angel," he said brushing my face gently. "How's your arm?" "Good," "No pain?" "No Daddy," "Good, 'cause what I'm about to do, I'm going to make it hurt," I let out a shaky breath, moaning, my body moving on command.

"Am I doing a good job, Daddy?" "Oh God yes sweetheart. You're amazing." "Good," she replies with a self-satisfied little smile. "This time I am going to try really, really hard to get it all in my mouth. Would you like that, Daddy? I want you to be proud of your little girl."