Daddy Collection Novels & Stories

Daddy is in casuals–a polo and faded jeans, and his shoes twinkle like lacquered gold. He looks up when i step in and I greet him. "Amie, how was school today? " There's a box on the bed, and he is stuffing the neatly folded clothes on the the bed into its trunk. "It was fine." Three lettered sentences. Daddy hates them too. He doesn't seem to notice, because he's engrossedtugging at the zipper of his over-stuffed box. I know what is coming next

Lord Royale D'embert whispers softly, with his dark eyes dancing funnily “ Where is the package Father ? ” Harry asks driving to the main reason why he was here , he removes the dagger from his father's shoulder without a warning making an eye contact with his father “ I'll go and get my package Father , tell your men to stay out of my way else it will be bloody. ” he Added walking out of the lord's chamber with the dagger stained with blood . Harry takes a turn to the storage unit ignoring the questioning look from Shade . He reached the storage unit and ordered the duo

Hidalgo stood to his mighty feet and my anxieties knew no bounds as he got to us, nuzzling his hand in my red long hair as if he was feeling the texture. These men were lust-hazed in Hunger. Désire. Carving. Darn it! Both father and son imprisoned me intensely and enthusiastically, jailing my body possessively and offering me no vacuum to breathe! Gosh!!! “Daddy!” I hysterically cried out, burning sensation and adrenaline submerging through my body.

she argued with a furrowed brow. "Then stop assuming that I'm your father! You clearly ruined Louis' proposal. Doesn't that mean you already know he's your father?" Summer blinked and fell silent for a few moments. "Uncle Louis is not my father. He's my Daddy." Kendrick's head was pushed back. His brain failed to process it. "What's the difference?" "Everyone in this world has a father, but not everyone has a Daddy. A father is the reason why we exist in this world, while a Daddy is the reason why we feel safe and happy living in this world."

“So tight I know I’m doing something that’s just plain wrong. Feels so fucking right, though. Feels like you’ve got a crush on your big brother and asking for homework help is just an excuse to lie beside me on the bed in your little plaid skirt. You were asking for this.” “Daddy knows his pain, don’t I?” Clement growls, pressing Dasha tighter to me so she’s flattened between us, receiving my thrusts with little whimpers because she has no choice but to take this fat cock she owns now. “How are we supposed to keep our pants zipped when you don’t bother wearing any? You should have known this was coming when Daddy started buying your panties. That shouldn’t be my job, but you made it my busin

Bouncing one of my tits in one hand, Hayes took my other nipple in his mouth and sucked harshly on it. "Oh, fuck! Oh, fuckkkk! Yes, you're gonna take every drop of my cum. I'm cumming," I must’ve clenched down hard on Daddy because he curled his fingers into my hips and continued to thrust harder and harder and harder until he groaned loudly in my ear and released his cum into me. After a few moments, Daddy pulled himself out of me and leaned against the headboard. I lay on his chest and spread my legs, letting him look over my shoulder and watch his cum drip out of me. Master Hayes crawled over, hard cock in hand.

"I hope that one day, you'll proudly say I'm your mate." "I love you, Daddy. I'll grow up exactly how you want me to." The whole place fell dead silent, and my face went pale in an instant. Those things... I had torn them up long ago. Why were they here now? Everyone in the werewolf pack seemed stunned, and the whispers around me grew louder and clearer. "Layson has already chosen his future Luna Queen, but she still clings to him. How shameless." "She brought out these love letters at Grace's birthday party. Is she trying to provoke her?"

"Daddy, please." "Mmm, begging me now? Tell me how much you want Daddy's cock." "Fuck, please, Daddy. I need you inside me." "Mmm, that's it. Beg me more. You're so fucking hot begging for Daddy like that." "Please, Daddy. Claim my tight, dripping wet pussy. It's hungry for Daddy's cum." "Oh, yes. Good girl."

Damian sat across from them, watching them with soft eyes. “Daddy, can I have more cheese?” Katty asked. “Sure. Add anything you want tonight,” Damian replied, handing over the menu. “Daddy just got paid.” Alva looked serious. “What’s a paycheck?” “Money from work,” Damian explained softly. “Daddy works as a ‘cleaning hero.’ If the office floor is dirty, Daddy cleans it.” Delya smiled proudly. “So Daddy’s awesome! Without Daddy, everyone could slip and fall.”

The force sends our bodies nudging, with his cock assaulting my slit. “Not now, darling.” He bends me over and palms the back of my head, trapping it to the bed. “Daddy likes what he sees.” And daddy takes it. Without hesitation, he runs the tip of his cock around my swollen cunt, teases for a short while, and rams in. Hot as coal! “Oh… god!” I cry, visible veins popping along my strained neck. I wriggle, finding freedom that refuses to come. Desperate and in deep torture, I bite down on the bed sheet, holding back the deep cry that pours out of my soul. My nails dig into the sheets while the second hand continues to fondle my breasts.