Daddy Collection Novels & Stories

“What do you think I'm trying to do, daddy?” “Daddy?” She was definitely trying to make me go crazy right now. “Sirena…” “I love how you say my name. It sounds like a prayer. Like a plea.” He was her father's best friend. Her forbidden night. And the biggest lie of her life. Maria has just landed her dream promotion which was supposed to be the start of everything she has worked for. Heartbroken and humiliated by a devastating betrayal, she seeks comfort in the arms of a stranger for just one reckless night, only for him to reappear the next day as her father's best friend and shockingly as her company’s CEO. Petyr is older, powerful and everything Maria should run from but fate k

His mouth lingered on my stomach, pressing kisses over it. "I love you," he whispered against my skin. "Both of you." Then he moved lower, and my breath caught when his hot breaths fanned my pussy. His mouth latched on to my cunt, and I had to bite my lip to keep from crying out. . "Isaiah," I moaned, my hands fisting in his hair. “Say my name,” He rasped. “Say Daddy. I want the whole damn house to know who owns you.” "Oh yes Daddy, please,"

The company runs, the world outside continues, and yet they remain deeply present in this house. Zavian appears mid-morning with tea and a plate of the mild crackers that still help when the nausea lingers. He sets them down, studies the finished necklace, and smiles. “Global Asena,” he teases gently. “Bernard is going to need a bigger shipping label drawer.” I laugh. The sound feels easy. “It’s only a few international orders.” “It’s more than that. It’s you building something that belongs entirely to you.”

Good morning, little one. Come downstairs when you are ready. Wear whatever makes you feel cute. We will make breakfast together. —Daddy Cole, Daddy Grant, Daddy Marcus She read it three times, cheeks heating. Daddy Cole — playful, charming, the one who smiled easiest. Daddy Grant — quiet, gruff, but with kind eyes that lingered. Daddy Marcus — serious, protective, the one whose rare smiles felt like treasures. She showered in the attached bathroom—stocked with strawberry shampoo, vanilla body wash, even a rubber duck on the tub edge.

I knew at that moment I belong to my Daddy. “I feel you trying to hold back, baby, but you’re not going to. Not while your Daddy is fucking your pussy and finger-fucking your ass, getting it ready for later. You’ve got the best hottest pussy, baby girl. Give it to Daddy and squirt all over my cock. Daddy is fucking your pussy so hard you little slut.”

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

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.

His gaze flicked down to my dick ready to spill any liquid the moment I go faster than this. I moaned, as his hips snapped meeting me on the same thrust. His gaze darkened, even under the sun light that reflected into the room. I could still see his face as our bodies collided, thrust for thrust sending a feral sound to my lips. “Do you want my cum, daddy?” I asked him, preparing myself to splutter all my cum into his face. “Yes,” that was all I needed to know, as I pulled away from his cock as I climbed up his body, facing my dick in front of his face.

"He’s different, Lona. He’s independent, runs his own company, and... oh, you’ll see tomorrow. He’s the most masculine man I’ve ever met. I really hope you two get along." Lona’s smile turned crooked, a look that meant everything but getting along. "Don't worry, Mom. I’ll be very good to my new Daddy. I’ll make sure he feels... right at home." "That’s my girl," her mother said, completely oblivious. Lona headed upstairs, her steps light and airy. In her head, she was already picking out her outfit for tomorrow. Something modest enough for Mom, but lethal to any red-blooded man. She couldn't wait to see New Daddy’s life crumble after she laid the trap.

why daddy? 'That's because you’re so fucking hot,' he said, lifting his head, eyes locked on hers. 'I'm gonna make you feel every bit of how perfect you are.' He sucked her clit hard, two fingers thrusting into her, curling to stroke her g-spot. She bucked, tears spilling over. Daddy! I'm... I'm coming!' she cried, pussy clenching around his fingers, juices soaking his hand. He lapped it all up, murmuring, 'That's it, come for me. Let it all out for daddy.'