Daddy Dom Novels & Stories

I enjoyed having both Draxton brothers and wasn't sure I would ever be able to stick with one man in this lifetime. I doubted so. "Hmm... Yes, daddy. I can feel your cock throbbing inside of my cunt. Is... Is this slutty whore going to make her daddy come?" Daddy gritted behind me. "Yes, fucking yes. This whore cunt of yours is going to make daddy come." He said roughly to my ears, his breathing just as rough as his voice. And then he fucked me harder but only for a few seconds before pulling his fat cock out of my pussy and cumming on my ass.

The words tumbled out, and I felt my pussy squeeze around his dick when I realized what I just said. A stunned silence stretched on the other end. Then, Val’s voice, a whisper of disbelief. “Your daddy?” Dom chuckled, a low, guttural sound that vibrated through my body as he began a slow, deliberate thrust. His hips ground against mine, his balls slapping softly against my ass cheeks. “Yes,” I whimpered, feeling his immense length fill me completely. “My old black stepfather. He has… he has a gigantic cock.” “Don’t hang up,” Val commanded, her voice suddenly urgent, a spark of something new igniting within it. “I want to listen.”

Dom The word Daddy, coming from her… it hit me. It was the sound of her surrender. It was the sound of a woman who wanted to be taken, not just loved. My self-control didn't just break; it vanished. It turned to ash in the heat of her gaze. There was no Beta left. There was no protector. There was only Dominic Vormos, and I was about to claim what the universe had been trying to keep from me.

"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.

Dad calls through my door. “The bathroom door is locked, I bet he is in there,” I say, pushing Gabe toward the bathroom and opening the door. Before I can walk away, Gabe pins me against the door and whispers, “the next time you see my cock it will be on my terms and you will be behaving like the good boy I know you can be. I am the dom here. You will not be in control ever again, do you understand?” I feel my cock twitch and nod then whisper, “yes, Daddy!”

Lazarus pov The look on her face as soon as I mention the word daddy is priceless. I know I may be too straightforward, but I prefer to express my thoughts rather than keep them to myself. I do find pleasure in being addressed as someone's daddy. Honestly, I'm pretty sure I'm into the kink. Perhaps even too deep. I enjoy dominating my women in the bedroom, but I also love taking care of them in all other areas of life, so yes, I'm sure I'm a daddy dom.

“Your daddy’s friends are running a train on you in his dining room, and you’re still talking shit. I fucking love it.” He fucks me hard and fast, one hand fisted in my hair, the other gripping my hip with bruising force. Dom doesn’t have Vincent’s patience or Marcus’s brutality. Dom fucks like it’s a sport — competitive and cocky and angled perfectly because he’s been watching the other three figure out what makes me cum and he’s using every piece of information against me. “Your little college boyfriend fuck you like this?” he pants, driving deep enough that I feel him in my chest.

“Say it again,” he demanded, slapping his heavy cock against my clit once more, harder this time. “Tell Daddy exactly what you want on your wedding night. Beg for it like the naughty little slut you are.” “I want your cock,” I moaned shamelessly, tears of desperation in my eyes. “I want my father-in-law to fuck me. Please, Dom… fill me up. Ruin me for him. Make me yours tonight.” With a deep, guttural groan of pure primal hunger, Dominic thrust into me in one powerful, claiming stroke.

fuck, why can't you stop with that voice. "Okay, Daddy. I'll be waiting, very..." I dragged out the word. "Very impatiently," he chuckled lowly. "You're going to behave for me, alright? I'll reward you," "I'd like that," I said immediately, submitting to Daddy Jackson. He's a soft Dom. They're just as bad as the hardcore Doms, that I'm aware. Jackson has a way of being gentle while messing with you most sensually. It's pure torture. I was interrupted by the knock on my door. I stood up to go and open. "I'm getting off the phone now, okay?"

If someone had told them this before, they would not have believed them. The moment Chad saw him, he rushed to him and hugged his leg, “Daddy, are you here to take me home? Have the bad guys let mommy go?” Dominic looked at Chad and frowned. His face looked familiar, like he had seen him somewhere. But if he remembered correctly, he did not have a child, so why was this boy calling him daddy and clinging to him? Dominic bent over and said, “I think you got the wrong person. I am not your father.”