Daddies Novels & Stories

Mom barely cooked and damn, I missed home made meals. “Sweetie, come have a seat.” She beckoned me, and smiled wide. I don't know, but I suddenly had a feeling that I'll really like daddy's girlfriend. Dad walked in too, but with the said visitor. A visitor I knew quite well. Uncle Dane. For sure, I remembered him. One of Dad's younger associates, in his early thirties. He had this terrifying aura to him since I last remembered and yeah, it followed him right to dinner.

“Watch close, boys. This is what ownership looks like.” He thrusts in, one brutal stroke, burying himself to the hilt. My back arches, a choked scream ripping from my throat around the gag. The stretch is overwhelming, pleasure and pain colliding as he fills me completely. The chat explodes, tips, filth, Lilo’s name flashing in all caps: Daddys home: YOU SICK FUCK I’M CALLING THE COPS Daddys home: DAVINA BLINK TWICE IF YOU’RE OKAY

Maybe because I know now how quickly a life can change. But this time, nothing is being taken from me. This time, we are adding something. We spend our afternoons in the sunroom, or in the nursery while we try to decide where everything should go. Should the shelves hold books? But why books? It's a nursery room, not a Gen-Z's room obsessed with dark romance fiction. We even argue on how many stuffed animals does a baby actually need “Three,” Caspian says. “Ten,” I say. Zavian looks between us. “We haven't even had the babies yet and you're already arguing about toys.”

"Shit, that's... that's a lot." "I know it's a lot. I don't know what to do, Maya. I have nothing. I can't help her. I'm so fucked." "There's... there's a way. But you have to be serious about it." Something in her voice made me sit up straighter. "What way?" I asked. "There's this party. Underground. Exclusive. Rich guys. They bid on women for... companionship. One night, they paid big money. I'm talking serious money. Some girls make ten, fifteen grand in one night."

He added a third finger, stretching me open as he attacked my neck with bites and sucks, marking me. “You’ve been teasing me for years, wearing those short skirts and gowns anytime you come around,” he growled, biting down gently on my earlobe. “Sitting across me at dinner, calling me ‘Mr Blackwood’ like such a good girl while I tried not to imagine bending you over my desk and ruining this tight little cunt. Now look at you, creaming all over Daddy’s fingers in my own damn study.”

Aiden looked remarkably calm for someone who had just watched his mother nearly die. I could see Rhysand’s shoulders moving. “Why daddy-daddy?” Aiden gave a small shrug. “Daddy-daddies drink coffee.” “Whose daddy?” “People’s daddies.” That explained everything and absolutely nothing. Rhysand leaned back in his chair, clearly enjoying every second of my nervous system collapsing. “I’m more offended by the old part.” “You’re thirty.” “Exactly.” “Aiden’s four. To him, everyone over twenty is already waiting for osteoporosis.”

Just a short order from a profile called The Group. “If you want to get gangbanged, come to this address. Blindfold yourself at the door. Don't ask questions. Come alone. There are six of us. All older. All masked. You will be used. If you're a virgin, say so now.” I sat on the edge of my bed and read it three times. I'd never been in a relationship. I'd never been fucked. I'd barely been touched. My fingers trembled as I typed a response. All I could think about was six hot daddies taking turns with me and fucking me hard.

Chapter 1 Brief Synopsis – Matt Thompson brings his best friend Chase Dansberry home for the holidays. Little did h know that his best friend would hit it off with his mother, Ellie, who is every young man’s perfect Milf come true “Hey Dansberry!” Matt Thompson yelled down the hall of his dormitory. Three doors down his best friend stuck his head out of his room. “What?” “Why don’t you come to my house for Thanksgiving? You never leave. At least you can get a couple of hot meals and wash your laundry. Not to mention there are some fine looking girls in my neighborhood.”

] This message was followed by a cute emoji. Naomi stared at the screen and smiled. Mister Daddy really knew her. Then several messages popped up in the chat box. [Mister Daddy: You were so brave when spending a hundred million dollars to marry me. Why are you so timid now?] [Mister Daddy: No matter what happens in the future, I will be with you. Don’t believe those feudal superstitions! And please don’t give up. Do you hear me?] At this moment, Naomi suddenly recalled their first meeting.

Their names are penciled right under the figure corresponding to them. My best dada, Dada Dale Daniel. My loving mama, Mama Clarriese Zyah. And it's me, the little one, Dhyrine Denisse. "My daughter is good at drawing," Zyah commented on her daughter's work. "Our daughter, wife," Dale said. "Our daughter." He gave emphasis to the latter. "Let's celebrate your birthday, dada!" their daughter interfered. "You are getting older, dada!" "Am I still handsome even if I am getting older, 'nak?"