Daddy S Novels & Stories

I wrap my arms tight around him, holding on for good measure as Daddy starts to pull his hips back. His first push-through sends an electric jolt along my body, a crackling energy pulse. I moan at the delight, standing on my tippy toes as Daddy's cock nearly reaches my cervix. It's so tight, he's so big, the feeling so intense, to the point of being nearly painful. “I don't want just your pussy,” Daddy says, his thrusts driving me slowly into the air. “I want to stick my dick up your ass.” “You can't

he asks, voice rough. “Yes. Please.” He begins to move in long, measured strokes. Every thrust is controlled. Every retreat is slow. His eyes stay locked on mine. One of his hands remains spread over the side of my belly, steadying, feeling. Zavian stays close on my other side, kissing my mouth, my cheek, the corner of my eye. His fingers stroke through my hair and then trail down to rest over Caspian’s hand on my stomach so that both of them are touching me and the babies at once.

why daddy? 'That's because you’re so fucking hot,' he said, lifting his head, eyes locked on hers. 'I'm gonna make you feel every bit of how perfect you are.' He sucked her clit hard, two fingers thrusting into her, curling to stroke her g-spot. She bucked, tears spilling over. Daddy! I'm... I'm coming!' she cried, pussy clenching around his fingers, juices soaking his hand. He lapped it all up, murmuring, 'That's it, come for me. Let it all out for daddy.'

Without wasting time, he lined himself and thrusted in one swift stroke. “Fuck… me… harder… harder!” Rose held onto the desk tightly as he thrusted into her like a baberian, slapping and groping at her fat ass. “You’re so sweet baby. You like daddy fucking you this way, right?” He rasped out. “Yes!… Dadddy..” she moaned out. .” He slowed his pace, pulled out and slammed back in hard while his hands reached down, stroking her dick. The desk creaked as her body shook but he didn’t stop pounding into her. Every thrust was precise, deep and earth shattering as he silenced her screams with his hands.

“I’m going to split you wide open, stretch you full, you’re going to scream, for me to continue for me to stop, and even then I won’t stop, I’ll ravage your tiny holes because they are mine, just call me daddy, and my cock is yours” I clenched my eyes shut, my breath was ragged. Heavily turned on No, I had only one daddy. I was only soaking wet because I was ovulating, only Daddy Vincent could be my daddy, not Daniel. “You can’t touch me, daddy will put a gun into your dick…” I moaned, rubbing myself against his hardness some more. I angled my neck, so I could stare at his dark features. A smile broke out on my face, and then I started laughing, excitement stirring and pouring from my womb.

she giggled, “you’re pretty feisty today, I’m going to cut us up some fruit, want to watch a movie?” I followed her inside, but she walks faster than I do, when I entered, I heard daddy growling and snarling in his office. I wanted to go and hug him, he says my hugs are the best and always calm him down, but then he started yelling but there was no one else there. He was saying something about mates that he didn’t need or want one, but that’s not true and I know it isn’t. Daddy told me about mates, how one day I’ll meet mine and he will love me forever, like the princes’ in my books. I just can’t imagine leaving my daddy for anyone else, he’s so strong, brave, honest and the most handso

"Daddy!" "Good girl," Daddy praised, his voice coming in short pants. "Good fucking girl. Now, pick up a toy," he said. With shaky hands, I reached for the vibrator and lubed it up, not that I needed to; I was already soaking wet. I turned it on, moaning lowly when its soft vibration could be felt on my hand. Looking back at Daddy, I see him stroking his hard cock, his hooded eyes on every inch of my body. Feeling his intense gaze on me, I lowered the vibrating dildo to press against my aching clit. My body buzzed with a blinding sensation.

“One older guy I’m trying to fuck. He’s got a thing for girls touching each other. Figured a nice close-up of us playing with our tits should get his attention.” “No, Sash.” “I’m not taking no for an answer, Bet—” She cut herself off mid-word, eyes flicking over my shoulder. “Oh. Mister Gray.” I turned. Daddy stood at the top of the stairs in jeans and a fitted black shirt. Fully dressed. Looking completely normal. Like he hadn’t been standing naked in front of me five minutes ago with his heavy cock on full display. The unfairness of it made my stomach twist. “Hello, Sasha,” he said, voice easy. “I didn’t know you were here.”

Sophie cried out, gripping the sheets. “Fuck—Daddy, it’s so much—” “You can take it,” he growled, starting a deep, rolling rhythm. One hand fisted her hair, the other reached around to rub her clit. “This weekend I’m going to ruin every hole. Fill you until you forget what it feels like to be empty.” The daddy/little dynamic deepened with every thrust. He made her call him Daddy with every stroke, praising her prettiness, her obedience, how perfectly her body gripped him.

“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!”