Yo Daddy Jokes Novels & Stories

“I need it, Jax. I’m so fucking horny I can’t think straight.” He smirked. “From now on, you call me Daddy when my cock is inside you.” He didn’t wait for an answer. Jax spun her around, and shoved her forward against the marble kitchen counter, and yanked her yoga pants and soaked thong down in one rough motion. Her bare ass and dripping pussy were exposed to the cool air. “Fuck… look at that married cunt,” he groaned, running two thick fingers up her clit. She was drenched. “Already dripping for another man’s cock. What a dirty little slut.”

“Vale!" Shaking my head, I tried to control my laughter. “Her joke, not mine. She’s more crass than I am. She used to derail my dad so bad when he would slip up.” I mimicked my dads voice. “‘Why can’t see what I’m trying to do?’ ‘Because I can’t see you, nitwit.’ His whole argument would go out the window.” Jess laughed. “Christ. I don’t think I could have handled it.” “Seriously though, what are you doing up here?” I looked at her seriously.

“Geez, I'm cooking over here. It's so hot out.” Daddy clears his throat, his hand on his round belly like he doesn't know where else to put it without looking awkward. “You should probably put some sun screen on. The last thing you want is end up like a piece of toast.” He grins ear to ear, and I shake my head. Daddy, how the hell do you think you're cheesy humor would ever be attractive to someone like me? I expect better from the guys who want a piece of this ass. “Do you mind, Daddy?” I ask, pointing to a bottle on the small glass table between our chairs.

I could hear daddy as I came on his cock, the pleasure taking absolute control of me. And I loved hearing my daddy moan. "D-daddy" I moaned. "You little whore... Your cunt is going to milk the cum out of me..." "Fuckkk!" He cursed, followed by a long string of curses before he pulled out of me at once. I moaned as I felt warm his warm cum on my stomach.

He said pulling his head and claiming his lips. "Daddy?" Jordan asked when they pulled apart. "Yes, Daddy, you are my baby and I am your daddy," Jordan started laughing at his words. "What's funny?" He asked flipping him over so that Jordan was straddling him. "You are funny, I am older than you and you say you are daddy," Jordan said as he moved his bare ass over his groin, Liam let out a moan. "That feels so good, Age doesn't matter where, I am your daddy, and you just have to accept it,"

Five-year-old June looked up with surprise at her father, he knew that he was going to get this reaction from her, he never was around by this time of the day, he was always back when she was either sleeping or having her dinner, this was why he knew in his heart of hearts that she was going to be shocked, he had plans for that day and he left the office because he couldn't stop thinking about the void that he must have created between him and his daughter. "I missed spending time with my baby girl, so daddy decided to have fun with you little cutie today " Jordan replied and he could still notice that she was still shocked, he understood what was happening but he wasn't going to let that af

Call me daddy Chapter 8 You don’t look too happy to see me Nora , I thought that you were going to smile and show me all your excitement or at least get naked in front of me like you did the last time” my uncle told me as he smiled . This was the first time since the whole stuff that I have genuinely seen him smile . He never smiled at me after that confession and seems to be getting mad at me but seeing him smile at me brings so much joy to my heart .

I dragged myself downstairs—hair a mess, eyes heavy, walking careful so nothing dripped down my leg. Mom looked up from her coffee. “Honey, you look exhausted. Rough night?” I forced a smile. “Just… couldn’t sleep.” Ethan sat across from me—freshly showered, smirking into his cereal. His foot nudged mine under the table—gentle reminder. Dad grunted. “You kids stay up too late on those phones.” Ethan’s eyes met mine—dark, knowing. He mouthed one word: *Tomorrow.* Later, my phone buzzed.

“Do you think this joke is funny?” “Gr-grant,” Rachel stammers, coming to stand beside his father. “You know that your father has a heart condition. How can you possibly play such a mean…” “I’m not playing anything.” Grant tells her. “What I’ve said is very much serious. Gianna is my wife and I set asked for this meeting to properly introduce her. Now, since I’ve introduced her to father, I’d also like to do the same with grandfather, where is he?” As he speaks, Grant starts to look around as if the man in question will appear out of nowhere and when he doesn’t, a look of concern forms on his handsome face.

She barely managed to roll her eyes, but then, he chortled. "So, you outgrown your old pops now?" His face leaned into a smirk, the smirk that she inherited from him. The cruel, yet tempting smirk. She wobbled towards the door, suppressing her laughter. She pushed the door aside, before she stepped into the hall, her hands wiping away the layer of sweat that lingered around her forehead, she froze in the spot, squinting her eyes a little, and gently, she watched. Zara, her daughter had her tiny hands squeezed around the bodyguard's body, as she whispered a word that Zoey couldn't catch, and then, what she hadn't expected, he actually laughed. He freakin' laughed at her daughter joke.