Daddies Novels & Stories

she says lazily. My blood chills. No, no, please don’t... don’t you dare. I shake my head fast and hard, urging her not to do this. Mark turns toward her. “What does that mean?” She smirks and leans forward, resting her elbows on her knees. “You’re still hoping to make money from ransoms? That’s old news. There are apps now. Daddies Kingdom, Daddies Underground, Domme Kingdom.” Mark squints, confused. “Can you say that in simple terms?”

But this? “F–fuck! Oh my God! This is insane. I’ve never—Daddy! Oh my God! You’re gonna break me! Ohmyfuck—I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna—Daddy, please! It’s coming! I’m cumming so fucking hard! Daddy, you’re going to make me die—” “Good,” he grunted. “Die on my cock.” And I did. I swear I did.

Brad's cock exploded like a geyser, his cum flying around, without a single touch. "You liked that huh? Yeah, you did. Here, baby boy, another dose of daddy's milk in your tight little shitter. Guhhh ughhhh. FUCKING CUMMING AGAIN! DADDY SPERM IS FILLING YOU UP AGAIN BABY BOY! TAKE ALL THAT SEED IN YOUR FERTILE SHITTER! FUCK YES!"

"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!"

This was the place where dirty daddies told you exactly how to finger your dripping cunt on camera, how to spread your asshole wide and show them how tight and pink it was, how to slap your swollen clit until your legs shook and you were begging like a pathetic slut. They made you do all kinds of nasty shit live, moaning their names, stuffing both your holes with toys, and they tipped heavy when you got even filthier, when you spread wider, when you fucked yourself harder and showed them exactly how messy your cum looked dripping down your thick thighs in long shiny strings. This particular “DADDYHUGECOCK” was the filthiest one yet. Even though I had never see

“Bigger groups, but I choose the new Daddies. And I get to direct the first round. After the party, you’re mine for the entire night. No exceptions.” I nodded, my pussy already throbbing at the thought. The four new regular Daddies were introduced gradually through private meetings Liam arranged. Each one was a carefully chosen addition to the circle, bringing new energy, new kinks, new ways to push my limits while keeping Liam in control. The first new Daddy was Adrian, a tall, commanding lawyer in his mid-40s with a silver tongue and a reputation for control.

“Daddy’s got you. We walk out there together, heads high. Let them see exactly who you belong to.” The word *Daddy* in that possessive tone, even now in the middle of this chaos, made my thighs press together. The confrontation with my father—where Ethan, Lila, and I had finally stood up to him—still burned fresh in my memory. Ethan’s recovery had been touch and go after the stress of it all, but his text this morning had helped: *I’m better. Lila and the baby are my focus now. You handle your man and that storm. We’re with you.* Sophia had blown up my phone too, her messages a mix of fierce support and excited emojis: *Own it, babe! The world needs to see how hot your sugar daddy is. Call m

“No more running. No more shadows. Just this — you, me, our children… growing our family exactly how we want.” He leaned in, lips brushing the shell of her ear while he kept Alexander cradled gently against his chest. “And tonight, when our boy is asleep…” His tone turned darker, more possessive, the daddy kink threading through his words like silk over steel. “Daddy’s going to lay you down, kiss every inch of this beautiful pregnant body, and remind you exactly who you belong to. I’m going to slide so deep inside you that you feel me for days. Fill you again and again until you’re dripping with me. Because this belly… this pussy… these children — they’re all mine. My wife. My princess. My f

Noah’s POV My father called me at seven in the morning. That should have been my first warning. He never called that early unless something was wrong. Or unless he wanted to ruin my entire day before breakfast. I stared at his name on my screen while lying in bed. Dad. I considered ignoring it. Then the phone stopped. Three seconds later, it rang again. Of course. I answered. “Hello?” “Noah.” His voice was already serious. Good morning to you too.

Eager to have them split her tight pussy up with their cocks. “Do you know what Daddies are about to do to you?” Ryker asked, gripping her jaw and shoving her face the other direction so that she could see him clearly. Her chest did a loud somersault, her pussy starting to chime again. A tiny part of her thought she knew, but every nerve in her body wanted to hear it from them. “No…” She stammered now. Damian didn't give her the chance to learn the answer, his hand sneaking to the back of her head as he grabbed her neck, snapping her head forward before pushing the cap of his cock against her mouth.