Yes Please Daddy Novels & Stories

"OK Daddy... Daddy is my uncle handsome?' My Dad laugh so hard before saying "yes dear he's so handsome " On our way I saw a man selling ice cream and told Daddy to buy it for me,he park his car to one side and bought it for me...on our way going I told Dad to take a sip but he refuse "Daddy please just this one time" "Princess you know I don't like things like this" "Daddy please just this one time...for me please?!!!!" "OK princess just this once"

"Hey sexy lady, I'm home!" "Hi daddy, thank you for telling me and for this date!! I enjoyed it very much!!" "Me too!" My little Minx! Can't wait to see you again!" "Well i have some busy days coming up at school so that's going to I have to wait a bit, unfortunately daddy!" ":(.....ah well i understand but i miss you already!" "I know Daddy Boo!, I'll miss you too but my grades are important for later in life you know....but we can always talk over phone, video chat,

♣️♣️♣️♣️♣️♣️♣️ >>>HIDALGO POV <<< “Get dressed quickly!” Father whisper to Gabrielle's ear, and he shifted away from her afterward. "Yes, d-daddy!" Gabrielle nervously shuttered, and I knew she was pushed to say those words. She better gets used to them! Father unhurriedly walks back to the table, he snatches up the document with a smile circulating expansively on his face.

He asked, "Feel good, baby?" I stuttered through my moaning, "Yessss...Dddadddyyy...So good...Do you like it, Daddy?" He was right, he knew what he was doing. It still hurt slightly, but the pleasure of what he was doing was overwhelming. "FFFUUUCCCKKK...Dad," I cooed as my father picked up his thrusting.

"Oh yeah, Daddy, fuck hmm, so good!! You are a fucking me beastly Daddy," "You bet I am. Who would not turn into a beast when fucking this tight pussy of yours, but guess what? Oh shit, this fucking tight pussy is mine alone!! Yes!! you are squeezing me so hard, fucking ease up if you don't want me to pour all my seed deep inside you!!!" "Yes, Daddy, fill me up with your cum, you know I love it when you do!!"

Until a few seconds later, "Are you that fond of Daddy?" The four-year-old boy was silent for a while. Then he answered, "I love you and Daddy. Don't tell me to choose?" "Forget it, sweetie. I'm just curious. It's okay. Later I'll try to get Daddy to meet you again." "Daddy?" "Yes, Adrian, the real your daddy, not the current one," Lily said with a smile. She then kissed the top of her son's head repeatedly. "Be strong, son. We still have a lot to go through until I can see you grow up."

After some teasing, he picked up the pace, fucking me faster and faster. “Ah, fuck baby, you feel so good. You’re such a good little slut for Daddy. Is this what you wanted, baby? You wanted Daddy to fuck you?” “Yes, Daddy. Oh god, yeah. Oh, oh fuck, yeah Daddy, slam your cock into my hot pussy. Oh fuck, I’m such a dirty slut, Daddy. Fuck me. Show me who I belong to. Oh shit. Oh fuck, Daddy. I’m gonna cum. I’m—I’m—OH YES, FUCK ME DADDY, YES!”

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.”

"Do you like it, baby girl?" My body answered before my lips could. My head nodded over and over, eyes squeezed shut, pleasure coursing through me. "Yes... yes, Daddy," I cried out, my voice breathless. "Good... because Daddy likes it too," His voice low, heavy with heat. "Take off your top," he ordered his eyes never leaving mine as his hands moved to his belt, the sound of it loosening making my stomach flip in excitement.

Maybe… “Tell him Daddy misses him.” Everything inside me stopped. Lungs refused to draw breath. Heart thudded painfully. Vision blurred. Tell him… Daddy misses him? I waited for him to correct himself, to laugh and say, “I mean Uncle Sam.” Anything. But he didn’t. His voice remained tender, warm—tender in a way he had not been toward the life growing inside me. And in that moment, the truth settled like ice: He wasn’t talking about his nephew or Veronica’s children.