Daddy Breeds Novels & Stories

-IRIS (newbie) I hit send quickly still feeling kind of silly for asking this girl for this type of guidance. I smiled, closed my computer, and laid back on my bed. I started to scroll on my phone searching Google for more information about daddy-doms, and what it meant to be a baby girl. In all seriousness, it seems as if a daddy is more protective, more nurturing, and more caring than a regular dom. They enjoy punishments like spanking, making their girl stand naked in the corner, edging (What the hell is that?), and quickies that only please them. Rewards would be shopping sprees, movies, cuddling, orgasms, and doing his baby's favorite things. I also read about bratting, which I am prett

I rolled my eyes and took a sip. “Yes, my roots are Italian. My dad's father spent some time in the UK and acquired a taste for tea. This was before he took a claimed mate, and chose a breeder to conceive my dad. His father was disappointed he was a Delta 3. He was even more disappointed when he found out my dad was submissive. My dad loved his father, even though he didn't love him. He tried everything to get his attention, and one of those was to join in his love of tea.

] 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.

With one of his hands reaching to my boob, he began to tweak it, and the other went up to seize my neck, pulling me up gently and pressing my back against his chest. “Da…Daddy!” I choked, my saliva trickling onto his hand. He brought down his hand and began to stroke my clit, playing and slapping it harshly, not leaving my ass out, as he continued to shove into me. He bent over and kissed my neck harshly, and then my back, my shoulders. “You’re so fucking sweet!” He hummed. “Daddy…I’m going to cum again.” I cried out and he went back to stroking my clit, more aggressive than before.

The way she phrased it made it sound like I could knock her up. My cock swells with the thought of her belly bulging with my child. I roar as my release shoots inside her, coating her cervix. I lean against her back as I come down from the high. My half-hard dick was still lodged deep inside my step daughter. My hand drifts to her stomach. “When you said… did you mean?” Her cheeks blush, and she nods. “Yeah, Daddy. I’m not on birth control.” My cock perks up, and I growl. “I’m gonna breed you every day. Even when you’re swollen with my child, I will stuff you full to make sure you never forget this pussy belongs to your daddy.”

He turned back and kicked Joyce sharply. "What are you standing there for? Get on your knees and apologize to Henry!" Joyce froze. What did her father say? She was the precious daughter of the Foster family, born with a silver spoon and raised with privilege. Since when had she been disgraced like this? "I'm your daughter! How could you tell me to kneel to him?" "It's precisely because you're my daughter!" Terrence roared. "Henry's your fiancé, and you work together with an outsider to mistreat him? Who else are you going to kneel to, this fake 'daddy' of yours?!"

“I only work part time, it makes life a bit easier.” “And how would you explain it to the baby? Daddy one and Daddy two?” The thought made me laugh and it shouldn’t. “Sorry,” I said. “This is just surreal.” “It’s alright,” Max said. “And we don’t know yet. We don’t know what the baby would know us as.” “Daddy Soren and Daddy Max,” Soren said. “I like that.” He smirked at Max across the table. “I really like Daddy Max, it suits you.”

he gasps, his fingers digging into Ryder’s shoulders. Ryder pulls back slightly, his hand moving to wrap around Adrian’s throat, not squeezing, just possessing. He looks Adrian in the eye, his dominance absolute. "No," Ryder says, his voice dropping an octave. "It’s Daddy to you." Adrian shudders at the command, his cock throbbing where it presses against Ryder’s abs. He nods, his eyes glazed with lust. "Daddy," he whispers.

I smiled despite myself. “I need to stop at Yoda,” Mom suddenly announced. “What for?” “I need to buy pasta.” “We have three packs at home.” Dad said. “I know.” “So… why are we buying more?” “Because I want to.” Dad sighed dramatically. “Amanda, we’ve barely picked Sierra up.” “It’ll only take five minutes.” He shot me a helpless glance in the rearview mirror. “See what I live with?” I laughed. “Just drive, Tony.” With the long-suffering patience of a man who had clearly lost this argument many times before, Dad flicked on the indicator and took the next turn toward Yoda Mart.

Daddy liked giving pleasure more than he received it. I wrapped my fingers around his neck, and he let me, his hooded eyes intoxicating. I was ready to cum, just looking at him. God, he's so hot. I felt the vibration of his growls as he finally refocused and took control. I whimpered when he sank his nails into my hips, harshly slamming me down to take all of him. "Daddy," I gasped, my eyes widening.