Daddy Breeds Novels & Stories

When I asked him about his family, I didn’t expect it to be that painful and complicated, but I guess, I should have known better. There was a reason that Anthony wasn’t the CEO of AandD Industries. There was a reason that he was allowed to marry my mother despite her not having anything beneficial. There was a reason that Grant had to go overseas and there was a reason that his father didn’t have a wife, but had two sons.

“What the hell is a daddy dom?” Glancing around, she shrugs. “What we have isn’t technically a daddy dom thing. The daddy sex thing doesn’t have a thing to do with wanting to fuck your daddy. Sure, some women might be into it. But it’s about how your daddy is the first man who ever loves you unconditionally—supposedly.” Our eyes meet, emphasis on supposedly.

' His hand splayed over her belly, feeling the life inside, the primal connection fueling his dominance. 'I’m yours, daddy! Fuck—harder! Pound this pussy, make me scream! I need your cock destroying me!' She begged, voice breaking into moans, the raw urgency making her submit completely. Between his rough thrusts, he slowed just enough to tease, pulling almost out before slamming back in, forcing her words. 'Say it—beg for my cum again. Tell daddy to breed you deeper!' Bentley snarled, one hand gripping her throat lightly, the other pinching her clit, sending sparks through her.

“It’s okay, I won’t hurt it!” Amara smiled, kneeling beside her daughter. “You’ve got a big heart, Crystal. Just like your father.” The words slipped out before she could stop herself. She froze instantly, heart thumping. Her daughter had never known the truth. Crystal tilted her head, curious. “Daddy?” Amara swallowed. “Your father… he’s far away, baby. But he’s proud of you, I promise.”

DAISY I felt Daddy Luxuria's cock throb madly inside of me. "You want to take us both at the same time?" Grayson daddy asked, disbelief and horniness mixed up on his face. "Yes... Yes, daddy. I want to have your cock and daddy's cock inside of me at the same time"

"That's right. Because I'm going to take care of you the way a good daddy takes care of his precious girl." The endearment, combined with his touch, made Emma's knees weak. She'd never understood the appeal of age play or daddy dynamics, but something about Alexander's protective dominance made the word feel natural and right. "Are you ready to learn what it means to be my good girl?" Alexander asked. "Yes, Daddy." "Excellent." Alexander stood up, his hands still on her waist. "Your first lesson is about trust and obedience. I'm going to ask you to do things that might feel strange or uncomfortable at first. Your job is to trust that I know what's best for you and obey without question."

Trying to take in their features to try and pin point what family they are from. “Our dad was the alpha Yorks beta”

she giggled, “you’re pretty feisty today, I’m going to cut us up some fruit, want to watch a movie?” I followed her inside, but she walks faster than I do, when I entered, I heard daddy growling and snarling in his office. I wanted to go and hug him, he says my hugs are the best and always calm him down, but then he started yelling but there was no one else there. He was saying something about mates that he didn’t need or want one, but that’s not true and I know it isn’t. Daddy told me about mates, how one day I’ll meet mine and he will love me forever, like the princes’ in my books. I just can’t imagine leaving my daddy for anyone else, he’s so strong, brave, honest and the most handso

“I will not call you Daddy. That’s a hard limit. No way.” Oh. An uncomfortable flush of unease washes over me. She won’t call me Daddy. Jesus, I hadn’t even thought about it before I said it. The daddy dom aspect of my personality is such a part of who I am, I forgot some subs hate that.

As he walked up the steps and out of the water, my breath hitched in my throat. Jesus. He was wearing nothing but a pair of wet, clingy black swim shorts that left absolutely nothing to the imagination. His chest was broad and heavily muscled, glistening with droplets of water that caught the sunlight. A light dusting of dark hair trailed down his sternum, disappearing into the waistband of his shorts. He possessed the kind of mature, rugged physique that only came from years of disciplined strength—not the gym-bro aesthetic of the guys my age, but something raw, commanding, and utterly masculine.