Daddy’s Pet Novels & Stories

“Not unless I catch you.” Then his mouth claimed mine again, hotter this time, more demanding, and my hands curled into the sheets as his palm slid down, and in between my legs, teasing me. I gasped into his kiss when his fingers gripped the lace at my hip, tugging it down just enough for his knuckles to touch my bare skin. And then his teeth grazed my throat, his hand sliding lower, and finding my clit which was now throbbing. “Now spread your legs, princess. Daddy’s not asking twice.”

"I have to tame myself too. The... This... We are fucked up. It... It can't get out. It will be too messy so I need to... I need to tame myself" "You are aching for me to touch you right now, Daisy. I don't think you are going to ever do a good job taming yourself. You are too wild to be tamed and you are so fucking beautiful while being wild. Don't try to tame yourself, Daisy. It won't work..." "Daddy..." My voice was breaking down. "You are so hot... Ughh" Daddy moaned as I undid his zipper and reached for his hard cock, still clothed in his briefs.

Adam followed up with a barrage of voice messages. "Everyone, take a look. Kyrie is acting like Sarah's dog again. He is just a boy with no backbone at all, kneeling the moment he sees a girl." Several parents quickly chimed in below. "Oh my. He is only five and already such a shameless suck-up. Did he learn this from his dad?" Another laughed and said, "You had better watch what you say. What if his sugar mommy comes after you?" "This kind of boy is going to grow up to be a freeloader for sure."

I tugged the sweatpants and boxers down his hips together—freeing him. His cock sprang out—heavy, thick, veins pulsing along the length, head already glistening with pre-cum. I wrapped my hand around the base—fingers barely meeting—and stroked him once, slow from root to tip. “Fuck, look at you,” he groaned. “On your knees for Daddy like a good girl. You love this, don’t you? Love being my filthy little pet.” “Yes, Daddy,” I breathed—leaning in to press a soft kiss to the tip. “I love making you feel good. Love tasting you.”

When he is done I change Lauryn and it’s time to get off the plane. “I see you are doing well,” Daddy smiles and offers his hand to Dexter. “We had a few good years. Projects this year look extra promising. I think my connection to the Royal Pack is helping,” Dexter shakes Daddy’s hand and they both laugh. “Poopa!” Lauryn calls seeing Daddy. They have a regular facetime date where Daddy sends her a box and we open it together. As Daddy snuggles Lauryn I scent her before I see her. Ro-Kill!

His gaze flicked down to my dick ready to spill any liquid the moment I go faster than this. I moaned, as his hips snapped meeting me on the same thrust. His gaze darkened, even under the sun light that reflected into the room. I could still see his face as our bodies collided, thrust for thrust sending a feral sound to my lips. “Do you want my cum, daddy?” I asked him, preparing myself to splutter all my cum into his face. “Yes,” that was all I needed to know, as I pulled away from his cock as I climbed up his body, facing my dick in front of his face.

He drove us home. He dropped me onto the bed. A wide grin appeared across his lips. He quickly undressed himself, I watched as his dick fell out of his underwear. That big guy was making me smile in my head. " You did a great job by making sure we weren't caught." He breathed, Crawling into the bed, he leaned forward landing his soft lips against mine. I felt a tiny shock wave rushed down my spine, a wave of adrenaline surged through me. "Appreciate me, daddy." I moaned, breaking the kiss.

Yaya Lita laughed, "Sir, you are billionaire, you wear Divisoria apron? You will cook adobo in Divisoria apron?" He laughed, "Yaya, I am nanny now, nanny wears apron, nanny cooks adobo, nanny does not wear Armani in kitchen, nanny wears apron, nanny learns from Yaya, Yaya is head nanny, I am assistant nanny." Leo woke up, dinosaur pajamas, frowning, "Mommy, why is Daddy here? Why is Daddy wearing apron? Is Daddy our nanny? Is Daddy going to cook? Does Daddy know how to cook? Daddy knows how to sign papers, not cook adobo."

Hidalgo stood to his mighty feet and my anxieties knew no bounds as he got to us, nuzzling his hand in my red long hair as if he was feeling the texture. These men were lust-hazed in Hunger. Désire. Carving. Darn it! Both father and son imprisoned me intensely and enthusiastically, jailing my body possessively and offering me no vacuum to breathe! Gosh!!! “Daddy!” I hysterically cried out, burning sensation and adrenaline submerging through my body.

She quickly put the toothbrush and cup into the cart. A few minutes later. "Mister Daddy, can I buy this yellow ducky towel?" "No, put it back!" "Please!" "Only this time! There will be no next time!" "Yay! You're the best!" "Mister Daddy, can I buy this pair of Starry Lou sandals?" "No! Put them down!" "Please, pretty please!" "Only this time…" "Mister Daddy, can I buy a bouquet of flowers?" "No…" "Please!"