Yes Please Daddy Novels & Stories

I cling to him, my fingers twisting in his suit, and I kiss him like he's the only thing keeping me from drowning. When we finally break apart, we’re both gasping for air. His grey eyes are darker now, burning straight into my entire being. And as I stare into them, only one thought dominates my mind—a single reckless request I know I’ll regret in a few hours. But I don’t care. I lean in, my lips brushing his ear, and whisper, “Please… fuck me, daddy.”

His mouth claimed mine, tongue sliding in like he owned me,i moaned into it, my hands fisting in his shirt while his other hand finally moved between my legs, cupping my pussy over my soaked panties . “Jesus Christ,” he muttered against my lips. “You’re dripping for me,princess,this little cunt is begging for Daddy’s fingers, isn’t it?”. The word Daddy hit me like lightning,my hips rocked against his hand on their own. “Yes… please, Daddy.” He rubbed me through the fabric, slow circles right over my swollen and creamy clit,I whimpered, spreading my legs wider for him. The pleasure built fast, sharp and overwhelming. He kissed down my neck, sucking lightly, while his fingers kept fingering an

I was tired of saying the same thing over and over again. I wrapped my arms tighter around myself and let out a sigh. “I’m calling your father, Jayden. Whatever’s going on with you… I can’t be a part of it. Not anymore.” That seemed to blow his rage sky high but his feet remained planted to the ground. “I’m not a fucking child!” His voice cracked at the end. “I don’t need you calling him. I can do whatever the hell I want.” Marcus raised a brow with a cool tone. “Does that include harassing people?”

“I shouldn’t have said those things. And I’m glad you want to prove yourself to me. Can I still call you Daddy?" His shoulders relaxed a fraction. His eyes lit up with cautious relief. "Of course... you can call me, Daddy." "Well, Daddy, your little girl has a request." “Name it,” he said immediately. “Whatever you need. Whatever money can buy, I’ll get it for you.” I licked my lips slowly, letting my gaze drag down his body until it locked on the massive, throbbing bulge curving obscenely along his thigh. It pulsed visibly, begging to be freed from his slacks.

"I'm your stepmommy." Zanéh scrunched up her face further like the last word was a pungent smell in her nose. She eyed the lady up and down and settled back on her face. "You're white." Murda slowly rose back to her feet, dusting at her knees. It was obvious she didn't know what reply to give to that. Kiersey saw this as her cue to step in. "I take it you didn't know before? " Zanéh shrugged nonchalantly, popping at her gum. "I don't know, I just assumed Daddy . . . where's my daddy?" She glanced about with question, before settling back on Murda's face with an expression that could be likened to accusal.

He's already made it clear to me. I nod, in an almost inaudible whisper. "I didn't hear you, what did you say?" He says, in a shabby tone. Why do you have to make me say it again? "Yes, I do. . . " I mean, in a little muzzle. He raises both eyebrows waiting for me to say something else. I know exactly what you want me to say. "Yes I do, Daddy" I murmur biting my lower lip. He smiles at my answer, a gesture that tells me I will get what I want.

she screamed. "Do what," "Fuck me, fuck me, please!" "You want Daddy to fuck you?" "Yes, yes please fuck me!" "And who am I." "Daddy, you're Daddy! Please fuck me Daddy!" "That's right bitch I'm your fucking Daddy," he said as he slid his cock into her sopping wet pussy.

“Make me come, Daddy.” He doesn’t immediately close the distance between us. “You’re going to orgasm all over my face, and then I’m going to fuck that pretty mouth until you swallow me down.” It’s not quite a question, but I’m already nodding. “Yes. Please, yes. That’s what I want.”

"Spread those legs for me, Isabella. Let Daddy see how wet you are." I obeyed, my pussy exposed and glistening in the low light. "Like this, Daddy?" "Perfect," he growled, lowering his head. But before his mouth touched me, he paused, looking up. "Say it. Tell me you're all mine." "I'm all yours, Daddy," I breathed, my hands tangling in his hair.

He stalked around the table and stopped directly behind her chair. Lona didn't move. She could feel his dominant presence looming over her, the heat radiating off his body. Revan leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear. "Who the hell do you think you’re playing with, brat?" he hissed, his voice low and dangerous. Lona spun around in her chair, facing him defiantly. She arched her back, letting her chest press against his shirt. "I’m not playing, Daddy. I’m just welcoming you to the family. What’s the matter? Are you scared?"