You Yo Daddy's Son Novels & Stories

I pleaded shamelessly, knowing I shouldn't be giving in to the feeling so easily, but I couldn't hold back. He flipped me so fast, pressing my hard nipples against the cold wall through my light blouse and landed a hard smack on my ass. I winced and moaned. “Call me daddy,” he ordered. “Daddy,” I whispered. “Good girl,” he groaned. I was enjoying every bit of it, forgetting he was my father's best friend and the boundaries that are meant to hold us back. In that moment, I just wanted more. He landed another smack on my ass and this time it was harder.

“It’s beautiful. Just like her.” Caden’s smile widened, his gaze shifting to our son. “And for him, how about Floyd?” I looked at our son, who was already showing signs of a strong and determined personality. Floyd felt like a name that carried strength and resilience. “Floyd,” I echoed, nodding in agreement. “It’s perfect.” Caden leaned in, kissing the top of my head. “Flora and Floyd. Our beautiful children.” We spent the next few moments in silence, simply enjoying the peaceful presence of our newborns. Flora’s tiny hand grasped my finger, her eyes fluttering open to reveal a deep, curious gaze. Floyd nestled closer, his small body warm and comforting.

"You're being such a good girl for Daddy, baby. Daddy's sorry he has to... ah! That I have to fuck you so hard. Fuck, baby, your pussy feels so good!" "Fuck... fuck.... tell me... oh God... tell me you love me, Daddy." "I do love you, angel, more than anything." "OH FUCK DADDY, I'M GOING TO CUM!" "Cum for me, baby girl. Cum for Daddy!"

Dad said. I looked at Zyrous who's now looking at the floor while listening to dad. "Dad you know me. If I just don't know Zyrous then I'm going to punch his face" I said calmly. "This is my daughter Beler! Don't trust your son" Daddy said grinning. I can't understand what they are talking about also because we just came back. I just sighed the same time with Zyrous then laughed a bit. Our fathers just looks like a kid by their way of fighting.

Dylan growled angrily. She stared at his utterly familiar face, bit was filled with rage after what he'd just done. “Let go of me, sir!” She yelled out. Joanna tried her best to remain stable in the arms of her mother. “Daddy, let go of my mummy!” She cried out. Katrina didn't hear wrong, her daughter just referred to this strange man as her daddy. She couldn't understand what was going on. Who Dylan was and why did Joanna call him daddy?

"I'd beg for your cock, Daddy. Whisper how much I want you to fuck me hard, and make me yours. I'd be quiet at first, but you'd make it so good I'd have to bite my lip to keep me from screaming." He groaned, shifting closer, his free hand cupping my breast, thumbing my nipple until it hardened. "God, you drive me crazy. Your mom's a good woman, but she doesn't get me like you do. She doesn't make me this hard." He guided my hand to his crotch, where his erection strained against his pants. "Feel that? That's all for you." I stroked him through the fabric, feeling the heat and girth. "It's so big, Daddy. I love how it feels inside me, stretching my pussy." My voice was husky now, the words tu

“Yeah, I’m sure.” “You said you would be my toy, but toys break.” “Not me. So daddy, fuck me, please.” A strange look passes over his features as he releases them and unbuckles his pants. And I can’t help the gasp that escapes through my tiny lips.

"Only if it's as big and juicy as yours, daddy... Ooooooh... I'm gonna cum... Fuck me hard, daddy. Make your baby girl cum again!" Danielle massaged her clit even harder. Daddy squeezed her tits tight. He slammed his shaft inside her hungry hole as hard and as fast as he could go. Then Danielle cried out loud, a high-pitched sound of unabashed passion. As her cunt contracted hard around his cock, daddy shoved himself as deep as he could and groaned out loud as he shot his heavy load into his daughter's womb.

"I want my real daddy." My chest tightened. "Gio, I am your real...." "No you're not!" His voice rose, cracking. "You're just Floyd! Daddy is Daddy! And I want to go home to him!" He started crying again. Hard, desperate sobs that shook his small body. I stood there feeling helpless, useless, watching my son fall apart because of me. "Okay." I kept my voice gentle. "Okay, buddy. You don't have to eat. Let's...let's try something else. Want to watch a movie? I got that new superhero one you like."

she murmured, her voice choked with emotion as she scanned his small frame for any sign of injury. "I'm okay, Mom," Adam replied, his voice muffled against her shoulder. "Daddy killed the bad man and saved me. I love you, Daddy!" he declared proudly, his words a testament to the bond that had been forged between father and son in the crucible of adversity.