Daddy S Novels & Stories

“Anyway, we’re running late. We’ll catch up soon,” Dad said, turning to look at me. “Sweetheart, come say hello to Brad. Why are you so quiet?” “Christ! Baby girl. You’re all grown and beautiful,” Brad said, his deep voice sending a shiver straight to my core. “Come here and give Daddy a hug.” The word *Daddy* hit me like lightning. My pussy throbbed even harder, a fresh rush of wetness soaking my panties. I stepped forward on shaky legs.

“You call me Daddy when this is on your tongue. Not Mr. anything. Not sir. Daddy. Same as the boys will when they’re in you. Understand.” “Yes, Daddy.” He smiled like I had passed something. He pushed into my mouth slow, teaching me the weight of him, while Holt and Vance each took a thigh and kept me spread. Reid stroked my hair out of my face with a tenderness that did not match the fact that his father was using my throat. “Good girl,” Daddy murmured, thrusting deeper. “Your husband did well picking you. Tight. Wet. Obedient once you stop pretending you didn’t want the hallway.”

he growled, wrapping one strong hand around her throat. “Letting that worthless boy cum inside your greedy cunt in the orchard like a cheap slut. Sucking my cock on your knees while your mother was nearby. And now here you are, tied up and begging for your stepfather’s dick. Say it. Tell Daddy what you are.” “I’m… I’m your filthy little whore,” Daphne gasped, voice strained by his grip on her throat. “Please fuck me, Daddy.” Jeremy aligned the fat, leaking head of his cock with her soaked entrance and pushed forward. The stretch was immediate and intense.

I heaved a sigh of relief because he answers my call after a minute or two that I thought he's just ignoring my call. "When are you coming back? Zeke is looking for you." I said and simply looked at Zeke who was still hugging Zuck. I heard daddy sneeze on the other line. "I don't know, maybe this weekend. Tell Zeke that I'll be back soon." Daddy said and I suddenly heard a man calling him, I want to think that it was just his staff but I am not a stupid fool, I know he is with his mistress again. Until now, I still can't believe that my father, a former soldier who was muscular and gym fit, was fucking another man.

Dad's loud voice jolted me out of my thought "Ohhh….no dad I was off for a bit, so what were you saying" "Okay, so hope all is well?" "Yeah…sure, all is well Dad I just want to talk to you about something" "Wow, so come on darling I'm all ears" "Mmmm…." I cleared my throat trying to form a sentence "Daddy……" "Yes princes, I'm listening" "Daddy I'm ready to take over the company as the CEO" I finally voiced out my thought "Wow….darling that's good news, I'm so happy to hear this, you wouldn't believe how long I've been waiting for g to hear this from you" I could sense the humor and happiness in his voice right now

I'm not innocent, I already killed someone before but I'm trying my best to be clean as much as possible. "Just fucking do your thing and meet me here at the hotel that I'm staying. Find where in hell the Maxwell is hiding right now." I said and immediately hung up on him because I don't want to hear him laughing at my frustrations. I quickly put on my boxer brief, my plain-white shirt, and my pants. I looked at my reflection in front of the full-length mirror and I couldn't help but gasp when I saw the bruised on the side of my neck, it was all my father's fault. We're doing a sparring yesterday and he was a bit aggressive that I thought he forgot that I'm still a fucking human and not the

Something deep and dark and forbidden. It felt right to call Jay Daddy. I don’t know where this is coming from. It's not like I have deep-seated daddy issues, but Jay is my daddy. The man who takes care of me. The man I want to run to when there's a storm. The man who gets me so hot and bothered I’m tossing and turning and aching all night. And he liked me calling him daddy as much as I did. There was this animalistic look in his eye—like he couldn't control himself.

] This message was followed by a cute emoji. Naomi stared at the screen and smiled. Mister Daddy really knew her. Then several messages popped up in the chat box. [Mister Daddy: You were so brave when spending a hundred million dollars to marry me. Why are you so timid now?] [Mister Daddy: No matter what happens in the future, I will be with you. Don’t believe those feudal superstitions! And please don’t give up. Do you hear me?] At this moment, Naomi suddenly recalled their first meeting.

"I'm your stepmommy." Zanéh scrunched up her face further like the last word was a pungent smell in her nose. She eyed the lady up and down and settled back on her face. "You're white." Murda slowly rose back to her feet, dusting at her knees. It was obvious she didn't know what reply to give to that. Kiersey saw this as her cue to step in. "I take it you didn't know before? " Zanéh shrugged nonchalantly, popping at her gum. "I don't know, I just assumed Daddy . . . where's my daddy?" She glanced about with question, before settling back on Murda's face with an expression that could be likened to accusal.

my father replied, enveloping me in a warm hug, though my gaze remained fixed on Jake, who seemed to wear a pleased expression. "I'll do my best to make your father's absence a very memorable one for you, Avery, I promise." Jake added with a playful glint in his eyes, his words carrying a subtle tease that sent a thrill coursing through me. Somehow, I just knew that this week without my father was going to be very interesting indeed.