Daddy's Coming Home For Christmas Novels & Stories

“I keep waiting for the feeling to crack. For something to remind me that safety doesn’t last. But it hasn’t. Not since we got the news. Not since we came here.” Caspian’s voice is low. “It’s going to last. We’re going to make sure of it.” Zavian lifts my hand and presses a long kiss to my knuckles. “You and the babies are the center of everything now. Nothing else comes before that.” The words settle deep. I lean my head against Caspian’s shoulder and feel Zavian shift closer so that I am fully framed by both of them. The breeze carries the scent of plumeria and salt. Somewhere below, waves fold softly against the sand.

His voice brimmed with affection as he enveloped me in a tight hug, his warmth flooding my senses and instantly melting away any residual distance between us. After eight long years spent living with my mom in California, I had returned to New York to complete my final year of high school. Yet, more than anything, I had yearned for this moment, to be back in the comforting presence of my father, whom I had sorely missed during our time apart. As they say, absence truly does make the heart grow fonder.

His shoulders drop just a little and his jaw unclenches. He comes down the steps in three quick strides, pulling us both into his arms. One around me. One around Jaxon. His body trembles with tension as he exhales into my hair. “Thank the moon,” he breathes. “You’re here.” Jaxon wiggles between us. “Daddy?” “I’m here, buddy.” Ryder presses a kiss to the top of his head, then one to my temple. “How bad is he?” I whisper. He doesn’t answer right away.

"Remember at Christmas time when we came for a visit?" "Do I?" her daddy answers her. "I remember Christmas Eve morning we snuck out to the garage and fucked in the car. Remember how cold it was?" "Yes! I thought my bare ass was going to freeze to the seat," she laughs, while running her hands down her daddy's broad back, pulling him tighter against her as he pumps faster and faster. "Anyway, remember the dinner we all had, the first night we were home?" "Yeah," Frank answers, driving his hard cock into her as he waits for her to continue.

I whispered, my voice catching in my throat. He grinned, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “Surprise!” he said, spreading his arms wide. Before I could react, Mom enveloped him in a tight hug, her laughter bubbling over with joy. Dad clapped Corey on the back, his smile as wide as ever. “What are you doing here? We thought you weren’t coming home for Christmas!” Dad exclaimed, his voice thick with emotion. “Me neither. But I couldn’t stay away,” Corey replied, his gaze finally meeting mine. “I had to be here with all of you.” He emphasized the ‘you’ with a glance at me.

I leaned closer and stole a kiss. "Uh…” He blinked. “Uh… I was saying something.” I sat back. “You said that you have a proposition.” "Oh, right. I just got a call from Janet and she said Father wants us to come home for Christmas." “We are going, right?” His lips tugged at the sight of my excitement. "Of course we are." "Yay!" "And..." I did a little dance with my shoulders and he laughed. "In exchange, all my offences this year would be forgiven."

Ryder left the kitchen, to get ready before they took their annual trip to Durham to get a Christmas tree. Once the door swung closed, she turned to her father, buried behind a newspaper. “So you like him, Daddy?” Her father lowered the paper. “Yeah, I do. He’s very polite, and smart.” A smile widened across her face. “I’m glad you do.” “Come here, baby.” Her daddy scooted his chair back and reached for her.

Or just Ray. “You’re coming home for Christmas, right? We have important matters to discuss.” He continued. “What’s so important that we can’t discuss it over the phone, Daddy?” I asked, already suspecting his intentions. This wasn’t the first time we’d danced around this topic, and we both knew exactly how it would end. Since I got here he hasn’t persisted me about coming home, Christmas or not, until two months ago. “It’s not a matter for the phone,” he replied sternly.

I was going to fucking love tonight. "Daddy, I have to see you. I need to see you badly" "Hell, I will be home soon too. You'll find a lingerie in bed. Wear that for daddy" "As daddy wishes."

"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.