Daddy Kink Smuts Novels & Stories

And it’s been a week since we had a conversation and he never treated me like he normally would. If anything, we were now closer to one another. We would spend nights in each other's room, talking or having sex. Now Duncan wasn’t holding back because of the respect he had for my dad or anything. I got to see him in his real form. And I got to understand why he was always asking me if I knew what I was asking for. Duncan was a beast! A savage beast! Whenever he was having sex, he loved being dominant, I thought I loved dominant guys but he was on a whole new level.

I could feel it in his tight muscles, in the way his cock got bigger in my mouth. “The deal is off,” Ivan suddenly yelled, reaching for the door. “Sit down, Ivan,” Daddy’s voice was a low, dangerous growl. “The deal is not off. We’re just… making it final.” With a loud, dirty groan, Daddy came, his hot cum flooding my mouth. I swallowed fast, my own dick hurting so bad, needing to cum. Ivan watched, his eyes narrow, as Daddy zipped up his pants. “You are a weird man, Don Moretti,” he said, his voice full of hate.

he murmured, voice muffled against her skin, switching sides to lavish the neglected one with the same ruthless attention, sucking deep, hollowing his cheeks, tugging the first until she writhed. Katherine's fingers ruffled his dark blond hair, tugging gently as she caressed his broad back and neck, her body bowing off the bed in ecstasy. "Daddy... oh God, yes, suck me like that. Your mouth feels so good on my slutty nipples." His hand ventured lower, slipping inside her panties to cup her dripping pussy, fingers rubbing firm circles over her swollen clit. She was drenched, folds slick and parted eagerly for him. "So fucking soaked for daddy," he praised darkly, dipping a finger into her hea

I gripped the leather texture of the bed, my whole body bouncing forward, legs pulled apart and dangling in the air vigorously at every following thrust. "Don't dare cum until Daddie says so!" He reprimanded, gathering a handful of my hair, pulling it backwards as he spanked me further, pummeling my inside harder and faster, it was like he noticed the friction that gathered around my core and wanted to burst out. "Please... Dadd... Daddie... let me cum!!! Ah... yes... oh...ah" I cried out crazily as he fucked me senseless until I couldn't take it anymore, I instinctively rose my butt upward more, letting my squirting poured out freely. Shockingly, he quickly hunched down to have a lick. "Hmm

My clit is so swollen and my juice are dripping, then his finger move with purpose against my clit, each stroke faster than the last one and unable to hold it any longer a moan escape from my lip but dad is quick to cover my mouth with the blanket to prevent my mom from hearing. "Not too loud honey, we don't want mommy finding out what kind of slut her precious baby is. Do we"?. dad whispers. Dad is right about that, am a slut. I've fantasize alot about him, wondering what lays beneath his thighs. I've thought about what fucking him would be like . I've longed to be under his mercy while he fuck me senseless .

he states. "Yes, Daddy," I let out. I know using 'Sir' to call Zane was vulgar and out of the things we do when we are in the bedroom, but fuck it, I just wanted to try out something with Zane. Italian men make good Doms and the men I've met on the BDSM website so far are willing to have me at their club while I learn more about the topic. I love the part where Zane punishes me and also pleasures me, but what my body needs is a reminder that I could be open to trying other kinks in the frame.

“Ohhhh. Daddy, you’re such a pervy. Do you like watching your son fingered himself in front of you? Hmmmm. Daddy Damon?” “Fucking hell yes, Baby,” Damon stood up. And he unbuckled his belt and pulled down his pants. Keatton stared at the long fat meat on the screen. He swallowed. “What a big mighty dick you have, Daddy. I want to ride it all day long,” said Keatton erotically.

she cried out loud. “That's it, now call me daddy while I fuck you like a dirty slut” I said to her while I slammed my C*ck into her pussy. “Daddy!“ She cried out, just like I wanted, just like I needed. “Fuck!“ I cursed, (such a sweet girl). SHIMMA'S POV. “Uh-ahh.“ my moan echoed in the bedroom. “That's it, now call me daddy while I fuck you like a dirty slut” Mr Mattias said tighting his grip on my waist and without warning, he rammed his big cock into my pussy.

“When I’m making you moan like this, when I'm claiming your body, you call me daddy. Understood?” I've never had a daddy kink before, but something about hearing it come from Saph’s lips over the last few weeks has brought out a new side of myself. “Yes, Daddy. That feels so good,” she moans, writhing on the couch wantonly. The animal in me is unleashed. I tug her red scrub pants off, discarding them to the floor. Her thin black panties quickly become a mess of silk shreds on the floor. Saph gasps as I pave a path of kisses down her torso, stopping right above her neatly trimmed pussy. I may have a newfound daddy kink, but I still appreciate knowing I’m with a woman. I love that her pussy is

“Daddy—Daddy—fuck—oh my God, I can’t—I just came—I’m still shaking—why does it feel better now—why are you so big—why does your dick curve like that—it’s hitting something—I swear you’re in my soul right now—” He just smirked. Held my wrists tighter. Slammed harder. And then—THEN—this man shoved his fingers in my mouth. Like, in. In. All the way down my throat. I gagged. I moaned. I sucked. Because I’m apparently a fucking feral animal with no self-control and a praise kink the size of Jupiter. “Mmgh—mhm—yes Daddy—I’ll suck your fingers—I’ll be good—I’ll shut up—actually no I won’t I can’t shut up—you’re fucking me too good—your dick’s too thick—my brain’s melting—I swear I’m gonna cry..”