Daddy Dearest Book Novels & Stories

Every time I shifted, the faint clink of the lock echoed in my mind alongside the sharp crack of the gunshot, Reynolds’ blood spraying across the weathered deck, and the terrifying calm in Daddy’s eyes when I stepped back from the railing instead of leaping into the dark water. He had won. And I had let him. “You’re awake,” Daddy murmured, his voice still rough with sleep. He pulled me closer, one large hand splaying possessively over the gentle swell of my stomach. His lips brushed my shoulder in a slow, lingering kiss. “How do you feel, babygirl?” I stayed silent for a long moment, staring at the ceiling of the master bedroom. Sunlight filtered through heavy curtains, painting everything i

“Mommy is so beautiful, why does daddy not want us to go to her?” Daniel nods, his expression enigmatic. He speaks slowly, “It’s not that he doesn’t want us to go to her. But daddy does not want us to scare Mommy and let her get used to us slowly. Daisy clenches her small fists, her determination mounting. She had always been a cute and adorable child and all the aunties and uncles in the pack loved to shower her with praises and love. It is only a matter of time before she worms her away into mommy’s heart.

The only other man who was even nearly as strong as him was my older brother, Landon. A moan was pulled from me at the thought of Big Brother. “Let me make you feel good, Daddy.” I moved closer, feeling braver when he didn’t retreat. I sank to my knees when he shook his head, and when he went to take a step back, I reached out to grip the bottom of his flannel. “This isn’t right, baby girl. I have to go.” He cursed when I slid my hands down his thighs and closer to his throbbing cock.

‎“Good boy, daddy's perfect boy. Taking daddy's cock so well.” ‎Damien rested his body against Eli's basking in the warmth his daddy had to offer

“Daddy… it feels so good… it's stretching me… nngh! I’m so wet for both of you… please use me!” “On the desk, legs wide open like the whore you are,” Daddy commanded. I obeyed instantly, lying back and spreading my thighs obscenely wide, exposing my tender, leaking pussy completely. Both men stood over me, cocks out and hard… Daddy’s familiar thick, veiny long and the dean’s… not very long but thick. Daddy went first. He slammed into my aching pussy with one brutal, possessive thrust, making me scream in raw pleasure. “Fuuuuck, Daddy! Yes… nngh! Fill me deeply! You’re so big!”

I was already damaged goods. I walk to the left mountain of books and climb the ladder to the highest shelf near the tall ceiling. This is where Daddy keeps the older reads. I grab the book that I always go for. “Cecilia,” By Fanny burney. I climbed back with the book tucked safely under my arm as I made my way back down. Walking over to my favorite couch I plopped myself down and opened the book. The door opened and I glanced over my shoulder but unable to see who just walked in and I hurried and hid the book under the pillow. Daddy doesn’t like anyone to read his first editions.

"What are you making, daddy?" She whispers under her breath, her voice is sultry as fuck, it sends signals of pure pleasure straight to my brain. If only she knew the effects that calling me daddy has on me. Or maybe she does. The little nymph. I wouldn't put it past her.

Her hands reached for his dick, when she found him, hard and hot, she stroked him with the same fierce rhythm he'd lavished on her chest. She milked the slickness from his tip with her thumb, the pleasure nearly causing his knees to buckle. A moan caught in his throat, buried with her breast inside her mouth. Then slowly, she guided him down between her soaking thighs. She lined up the head of his dick against her clit, her body eager to have every inch of him inside her. “Please,” she whispered, the heat of her breath on his ear. “Fuck me, Daddy.” He throbbed in her hand as she arched forward to help him in, but Harvey stopped with the tip right there inside her and whispered in her ear. “Y

"We'll see about that, darling. Daddy will be so thrilled to know his little girl is dating a man old enough to be her father." I shook my head, dismissing her attempt to provoke me. "Go ahead and tell him. We're not afraid." As Catherine sashayed away, leaving a trail of tension in her wake, I couldn't help but feel the weight of the storm intensify. This battle was far from over, and I needed to brace myself for whatever Catherine had up her sleeve next. **** Dad's call always brought a mix of comfort and tension. Today, it was more of the latter. As I picked up the phone, I braced myself for whatever news Catherine had spun.

“Forget all that happened; I am your uncle, old enough to be your father.” She moved closer to me again, swinging her hand around my neck, her fingers combing through my beard once again. “Can I call you daddy?” It was like that word ‘daddy’ broke every force that was fighting back my desires before. I circled my hand around her waist, cupped her face, and claimed her lips as though it were rightfully mine.