Daddies 소설 & 이야기

The moment their fingers got to her entrance, their bodies stilled—and so did Isadora’s. Damian and Zavian stared at each other with hate in their eyes but desire in their blood. Just this once. Just this once and never… that was the thought that ran through their minds before they both moved their fingers, the tips of them piercing into her pussy entrance. Isadora’s eyes widened and her back arched upward, but a wave of sensation rolled into her. “Daddies…” she called out, unsure where the words came from. Their bodies stilled at the name, but their hearts fluttered because they liked it—every inch of it.

Looking up at our state, it was so magical and so carnal that all I could do was cum again and again. "That's right. "Come all over my cock," he said breathlessly. "I love watching you cum again and again," Daddy said, pulling back to grab my legs, bracing them over his shoulders before he resumed pounding into me harder than ever. I fisted the sheets, screaming for the heavens to hear me. "That's it, baby. Scream for me."

“No! He never has.” “Who owns this pretty mouth?” Jaxon asks. “You, daddies!” Aaron screams again. “S—Sarah? Sarah? You bitch! This is what you’ve been doing isn’t it? You fucking…” “Whose cum do you want dripping down your ass hole?” Ronan speaks next. I whimper as he thrusts himself even deeper. My face falls flat against the mattress, sweat drips down my forehead. “Yours, daddies!” “Whose cock do you want in your warm pussy?!”

Ty’s POV “Promise me you will come to the party tomorrow,” Jax said after dinner. “Don’t worry about that, son. I will make sure that Ty is there at your door with a birthday present in his hand,” Daddy winked at Jax making everyone laugh. “Dy !” I wailed. Dy was short for Daddy and it was an endearment that we used for Daddy often. “I know you kids have planned an after party too in the club,” Dad said with a grim face.

-GREENA'S POV- When I saw my friends with their daddies earlier, I really couldn't believe it. I initially misunderstood the situation and thought it was going to be a partner-swapping event, similar to what is depicted in adult films. Well, I really can't agree with that! My daddy fucking my friends? No way! He should only be fucking me and no one else! Now that they told their partners, I agreed. Daddy wants it, so I'll give it to him. I don't want to lose to my friends in pleasuring their daddies!

“Hold it. You’re going to come when both your Daddies fill you up at the same time. Understand?” “Yes—yes, Daddy!” I sobbed, trying desperately to hold back even as my body screamed for release.

“And to tell the tale of your father’s alcohol collection?” A slow smile tugged at the corner of his lips. Something about that smile made my stomach sink before he even finished speaking. “We added drugs to all of them.”

“Do you think a human can withstand the scrutiny of the pack, the judgment of the Elders? You are nothing here.” I felt anger flare, hot and sharp, a counterpoint to my fear. “I may be nothing to you,” I said, loud enough for the Elders to hear, “but I am everything to my son. And as long as Damien allows me to be near him, I will stand. You don’t get to dictate that.”

I turned. My four daddies stood in the terrace doorway, all of them covered in blood. Darius had a gash split across his brow, half his face smeared red. Rex's left sleeve was gone, his arm a mess of bruises and claw marks. Orion's chest was soaked through. Cormac's wings were half-spread, the feathers slick with blood. Darius spoke first, his voice shaking. “Emma, it's all been cleared up. We were wrong. We wronged you.”

“Dad 1: Heros — the leader, the one who decides when things get serious. Dad 2: Luther — the strategist, the one who plans everything. Dad 3: Noah — the calm one, the one who calms everyone down. Dad 4: Lohan — the shooter, the one who protects from a distance. Dad 5: Zedekiah — the one who burns everything when necessary.” Darya laughed. “And if I need all of them?” “Then you scream ‘Red.’ It’s the emergency code. They all come running. Including Grandpa Pyotr when he’s here.”