Yes Please Daddy Novels & Stories

“Daddy- oh fuck- I can’t- it’s too sensitive- I’m gonna-!” “Not yet,” he snapped, voice dark and commanding. “Hold it. Rub those folds again. Edge that greedy cunt for me. Tell Daddy how much you love being his desperate little toy.” “I love it- I love being your desperate toy!” I sobbed, switching back to rubbing my dripping folds, spreading the wetness everywhere. My pussy was visibly pulsing, clit swollen and red, asshole clenching rhythmically. “I’m so close, Daddy… please… I need to cum so bad… I’m shaking… I’m your nasty kitten… please let your kitten cum…”

I lit my cigar and drew in a slow breath before letting the smoke drift lazily into the air. The smell of tobacco mixed with the damp scent of the abandoned warehouse. Across from me, the boys huddled closer to their mother, trembling so badly they could barely stay still. I couldn't look away. There was something fascinating about watching hope fight against fear. I exhaled another stream of smoke and smiled. "Don't worry, boys." My eyes remained fixed on them. "Your daddy is coming." I leaned back in my chair. "And I do hope for your sake he hurries." A faint laugh escaped me. "I've been looking forward to meeting him.”

I nodded frantically, "Yes, Daddy, yes!" "You need me to fuck you mercilessly with this member of mine till my name's engraved in your heart and brain?" He asked me, still wearing that impish smile. "Yes, please, Daddy." "Well then...good things don't come easy, you know." "What do you want me to do, Daddy?" "I want you to twerk. If I'm pleased, you can then ride my dick." Oh god, so he wouldn't fuck me right away? Oh well... At least he'd allow me to ride his cock. That was something.

That's when I considered that my apology did not satisfy him and I began to utter all sorts of things to make- up for the fact that I could not moan out loud and beg him touch me. "Please forgive me, daddy, I did not mean to anger you, please believe me, daddy. I want you pleased, always, I only want to please you, please, tell me what will pleass you, daddy, I will whatever it takes, anything you ask of me, anything at all. I am ready to receive my punishment, any form of punishment you see fit… please…" Without a single strand of thought, I grabbed both his hands and started directing them up my thighs, opening them a bit to allow him easier access. The bulge cushioning my panty- clad butt

“He has the same eyes as Logan. And the same dimple. Is he our real daddy? Did you forget him?” Tears burned behind my eyes. How did I explain five years of protection, of choosing their peace over truth, when the world was throwing fragments of our past at them daily? Logan appeared in the doorway, rubbing his eyes. He had overheard. “I don’t want another daddy. Uncle Darius reads us stories and makes the monsters go away. The painting man just gives toys and leaves.” His words carried a child’s raw honesty mixed with confusion and budding resentment. I opened my arms, and he climbed into bed with us. The three of us cuddled together under the blanket as thunder rolled outside…

he says pulling me close toward a hug, I smiled, enjoying being praised and hugged, it makes me feel so much better. "Daddy demon," I say deciding to ask him the question that was in my head. "Yes, princess? It's daddy no need to call me a demon," he says, but he is one. "What's your name?" I ask him, I keep calling him Mr. Demon Daddy in my head. "It's just daddy for you," he says making me whine, no fair.

“Every time I touched myself—I thought about your cock. About you pulling it out of her covered in cum and making me suck it clean. About you fucking me instead—” He groaned against my tit, the sound vibrating through me. His fingers slammed deeper. I fucked myself on them harder, hips rolling in desperate circles. “Uncle, I’ve wanted this for so long.” “It’s Daddy to you, princess,” he corrected darkly, lifting his head just enough to look at me. “While I’m touching you, while I’m inside you. Say nothing but Daddy.” “Daddy,” I murmured under my breath, testing the word in my mouth, rolled it around my tongue and found it sent a lick of fire through my gut.

"Keep talking, bitch." "I'm your slut, daddy. I'm your whore. I'm your tiny little hoe. Ouuu, I fucking love the way you fuck me, daddy. You're so fucking good, daddy! Keep fucking your fucking slut's tight fucking pussy, daddy!!! Oh! Yeah… dadd… y." ‘Yes poppy, he’s your daddy, and you’re not doing anything wrong. Spread it wide for him let him pound you… you need it,’ my thoughts echoed in my mind and I screamed wildly.

He rubs me harder. "Shit, please, Daddy. I need you so much, fuck." "Better." His tongue digs deep into my folds and transfixes me. "Do you like that, baby girl?" "Yes, oh God," I breathe, and I throw my head back from the storm of pleasure. "The proper way to answer is 'Yes, Daddy.' Say it, baby." "Yes, Daddy. Fuck." He smiles and returns to indulge in my sex. His finger thrusts inside me, while he licks, the dangerously sweet combination heating my blood with pleasure. I thread my fingers through his hair and tug at the strands. He licks harder and goes deeper.

“Say something, please.” “Yes… Daddy.” He inhaled sharply, his pulse racing, blood turning to lava in his veins. He pulled her closer, making her crash against his body. He wanted her to feel what she was doing to him. “I want to ride you, Daddy. I want to feel you inside me and have you make me moan and scream with pleasure.”