Daddy Breeds Novels & Stories

“He calls her his Omega. He says she’s going to carry his pups. He wants to breed her, Tasha. Your father’s going to put a baby inside her” Tasha’s eyes slammed into mine. And for a second I thought she might throw up. Her gaze swept down to my lips—still kiss-bruised and swollen—then to my hips, where Damon’s hand was still gripping me like a brand, like he’d rather burn alive than let go. And then— She looked at her dad. At his shirt, rumpled. At the hunger still simmering in his eyes. And I saw it. I felt it. The moment her heart cracked in half.

He was always making my eyes white and dripping my saliva because Daddy Damon was delicious as he fucked my entrance. It wasn't long before Daddy was done getting dressed. I waited downstairs because maybe if I was waiting for him upstairs, my pussy might be ruined and wet again. Daddy has come down. He was really handsome to look at. Dapper. He is a blessing to me in the sky. Not to be flirty but look at Daddy Damon's appearance. Handsome, beefy. And the other thing I adore to him is the beautiful fit on his beard, tanned skin, many tattoos that made him exceedingly attractive. Let's not forget the giant snake hiding in his boxer. It spews out white venom that I also swallow occasionally. "

So, instead of wasting more time and money, I've settled on a breeder, at my father's request because he wants to see his grandchildren to me. My father has pushed me to use a breeder, saying they are easier to get a hold of and from them come really strong children, just look at you he said to me. I am the eldest son of an Alpha and a breeder, a strong one, so my father pushed me harder to use a breeder, but I had hoped for my mate.

“It makes me yours, Daddy.” “Damn right,” he snarls, gripping my waist, driving into me at a pace that makes the bed frame groan and the mattress shift. “You’re mine. Not some college boy’s. Mine. I’m going to breed you, Sloane. I’m going to fill youup so deep it leaks for days.” “Do it,” I cry, grinding down onto him, taking every inch. “Breed me, Daddy. Cum inside me. I want it so bad. I want to carry your seed in me. Give it to me, please —”

"D-Daddy--please, please cum--oh my--cum inside m-me!" "Ugh that's it... take every inch of Daddy's fucking cock," he grunted through clenched teeth as he forced his cock deep inside my gaping pussy. I was ripped wide open and felt his cock spreading me be even wider. "Fuck--you feel too good, my tight whore... you feel too f-fuckin'--ugh, fuck. Daddy's gonna cum inside you. Daddy's going to breed my good fucking whore!" "Fuck--Daddy!" I gasped as the fucking sped up to a sprint and my thighs shook like an Earthquake as my orgasm peaked and Daddy kept fucking me like a piece of meat.

"An hour? That's too long... Please, daddy, hurry. I need you to fuck me again, dominate me. Tell me what you'll do, make me wetter while I wait." “Oh, I'll tell you, kitten," he growled, his tone turning commanding. "When I get there, I'll tie your hands, eat that pussy until you're sobbing, then flip you over and fuck your ass if you're good or maybe your throat first until tears run down your face. You want that? My little submissive slut…" “Yes, daddy...Just come home soon…" Her breaths came quicker, fingers circling faster, but she obeyed, stopping short of the edge.

“This fertile little womb is going to take every drop. I’m going to breed you until your belly swells with my child and you have no choice but to admit you let your best friend’s daddy ruin you forever.” The sun warmed my skin while he railed me mercilessly. He hooked my legs over his shoulders, folding me in half so he could watch his cock disappear into my stretched cunt. Cum from earlier frothed white around his shaft with every plunge, the filthy sight making him growl like an animal. “Say it louder,” he demanded, thumb grinding my clit in rough circles. “Tell the whole fucking sound who owns this breeding hole.” “Daddy owns it!” I screamed, voice hoarse and broken. “Please knock me up…

Two days after Seamus's confession Charlotte was still browsing the internet on what is the meaning of a Dom, a Daddy, and what was expected as a submissive. And the definition was way more than what Charlotte was expecting. There were a lot of Doms and varieties of kinks, from the Daddy caring type to the hardcore ones who like to smack their pretty little subs into submission.

The driving need of back and forth as her father jammed his cock into her pussy and OH GOD! "Daddy... Oh DADDY. It feels..." "I know baby," James said, barely able to form the words, "It's your first time and Daddy wants to be careful with you but..."

I say as sternly as I can. His eyes widen, just as predicted. I knew this was the one thing that would kick the fundament from under his feet and leave him speechless. However, once Octavius regains his senses and raises an eyebrow at me, his following words are everything but what I expected. “Like daddy kink thing or daddy dominant? There’s a difference, you know. For example, some men love it when someone calls them daddy in bed while they fuck, but absolutely resent the idea of being addressed by the title on an everyday basis. Dominants, however, like it every day, all day, at all times. But then, there are different types of daddies. Some take full control over their partners' life and