All Yours Daddies Novels & Stories

"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.

His hand dove under her dress and found her bare, dripping cunt. “Fuck, you’re soaked already,” he growled, pushing two thick fingers inside her roughly. “This greedy little pussy can’t get enough, can it?” Allie moaned loud, hips grinding on his hand. “I need you, Daddy. One more time. Fuck me like you own me.”

I'd happily drown in that one word, let it consume me whole, and die a thoroughly satisfied man. I lean in, searching June's gorgeous brown eyes, but the words catch in my throat. When I finally manage to speak, my voice is little more than a rough, barely recognizable rasp. "You called me Daddy." She blinks, her cheeks flushing crimson. "Um… sorry, I shouldn't—" "Say it again." I cut her off, the words ripping from my throat before she can finish that ridiculous apology. Her eyebrow lifts, a flicker of surprise crossing her features. "Huh?"

He drove us home. He dropped me onto the bed. A wide grin appeared across his lips. He quickly undressed himself, I watched as his dick fell out of his underwear. That big guy was making me smile in my head. " You did a great job by making sure we weren't caught." He breathed, Crawling into the bed, he leaned forward landing his soft lips against mine. I felt a tiny shock wave rushed down my spine, a wave of adrenaline surged through me. "Appreciate me, daddy." I moaned, breaking the kiss.

Like there had been no tomorrow, while my fiancé—or the man who’d invested two million dollars on me and what not just to get me—was there outside our door. At first it was Jax, who took my pussy. And Ashton chose my ass. That delicious combination as it made me moan loud and louder, Henry, before he’d fainted, was banging against the door like a madman, screaming and shouting, and in that moment I’d never been more thankful to my dad for giving me an entire wing. And the other rooms? They were mainly empty. To think of it, it was rather outrageous to be thankful to my dad whilst having Ashton and Jax’s cocks buried deep inside of me whilst my dear fiancee Henry lost his fucking mind on the

The rhythm was hypnotic, a primal cadence of power and submission. "Tell me you're my good girl," he commanded, his voice a low vibration against her spine. "I'm... I'm your good girl," she sobbed. "Again." "I'm your good girl, Elias! Please!" "Who owns you?" "You do! You own me!" He accelerated, his movements becoming frantic, his breath coming in harsh, ragged bursts. The tension in the room reached a breaking point, the air thick with the scent of sex and dominance. With a final, powerful surge, Elias drove himself into her one last time and held her there, his body locking as he released everything into her.

“Please, Daddy. Fuck me. I need you so badly.” He thrust deep in one powerful stroke, filling me completely. I cried out, my nails digging into his shoulders. “Daddy! Yes!” He set a relentless pace immediately, pounding into me with long, commanding strokes that made my breasts bounce and my body slide up the bed. Each thrust hit deep, stretching me perfectly and sending sparks of pleasure through my core. “Do not stop, Daddy! Please, do not stop!” I moaned loudly, my voice echoing off the walls.

I woke up still sticky. The sheets under me were cold and damp where his cum had dried on my thighs and between my cheeks. My ass felt swollen. My cunt was sore every time I shifted. The taste of him was still faint on the back of my tongue. I hadn’t moved much during the night. I was too tired and too sore and too scared of what would happen if I disobeyed. The door opened just after the light started coming through the curtains. Daddy walked in already dressed for the day—dark jeans, black shirt, sleeves rolled. He looked at me like he was checking a piece of property he’d left overnight. No smile. No soft word.

I reply still crying, not wanting to take the medicine. "If you take it I'll give you cookies" daddy says, well cookies do sound good but not the icky pink medicine. I was about to say no again when the doorbell started ringing, I turn to the door direction trying to see who's here no one ever comes. One of my daddies go to the door also shocked and wondered who is at the door. I heard new people and voice coming in, dada took advantage of me being distracted and forced the icky medicine in my mouth.

"I am a little, Ally." I closed my eyes tight to avoid looking at him. I finally did it, I confessed to Ally. One down, one to go. "Look at me, baby girl. I always knew you are a little." I heard him say making me open my eyes. "Really, how?" I asked. "I am a daddy, Nic." he replied. I stared at him for a while. He is a daddy, but he can't be my own daddy. That made me pout. "What's causing the pout, little miss?" Daddy asked. DID I JUST CALL HIM DADDY!!!