Daddy Shrek Novels & Stories

"Yeah? What's the opposite of that one? FDLG?" "Huh? Oh... umm, DDLG. Daddy, not father." "Daddy. Right. You needin' a daddy, Cherry?" he asked, taking hold of her face and making her look at him. His eyes were dancing with a wild sort of need. "No," she whispered. "No, I..."

His eyes were locked on Leo’s face, on his tear-streaked, desperate expression. "You look so fucking pretty like this," Daddy grunted, his breathing growing ragged. "On your knees, collared and crying for my cock. This is where you belong." Leo watched, mesmerized, as Daddy’s hand flew over his shaft. He could see the muscles in his stomach tensing, the heavy tightening of his balls. He knew what was coming. "Open your mouth," Daddy commanded, his voice a strained, guttural bark. "Stick out your tongue. Don't you dare fucking spill a drop."

The word daddy was enough to shock him, to make him submit himself all to me, to make him tremble in my hand and look at me with bloodshot eyes that scream how much he wants me bent over while he fucks me like crazy! Curling my lips with my eyes brow raised, I stick out my tongue to lick my dry lips making it more plump which added to my glow. “You’re so beautiful, Kiera. And…” He pauses, making me a bit nervous for whatever he is about to say. “…I want to make you scream “Daddy” as I fuck you today.” Darm! That's it! All I need are these words to make me wet, to make my pussy throb and curl in want.

Daddy can't blame me for screaming, I wasn't supposed to scream anymore, but the guy scared me, daddy was quick to hide me behind him, and both of my hands went into his shirt, hiding my face into his shirt. "Trent, what are you doing here?" daddy growls at the guy. "I'm here to visit, can't you see?" the guy answers with a dark smile, I peeked behind daddy's back and saw his eyes were silver just like daddy, he's another demon lord! "You're not welcome, why didn't you say you're coming?" daddy asks him. "We're brothers, no need to call in first," he says, but I don't agree. "What do you want?" daddy growls at him.

"Shoot all of your cum here daddy, let me swallow it all." "Daddy", he grunts, "I like that" he says before holding my neck and shoving his length all the way through, so when he shoots his cum, it goes straight through my throat. I can feel the warmth go all the way down. When he's done, I raise my hand to feel my already expanded throat. "Now get out! I've got work", he commands without giving me time to recover and without any words of complaint, I crawl my way out to the couch in the living room.

She was grinding into him naughtily as she kissed him hungrily. He broke the kiss, staring into her eyes. "Fuck! you feel good," he growled against her lips. "Grind on me, babygirl. Show me how much you want it." "Daddy," she breathed, the word slipping out naughtily before she could stop it. His eyes darkened, his pupils blown wide with hunger. "Say it again." "Daddy!" she moaned louder. "You naughty little thing!" He spanked her ass, a sharp crack that made her gasp.

“It’s Daddy to you, Liv.” “Daddy?” I slurred as his pace increased. “But… that’s what Jenna calls you.” His grip on my waist tightened. “She isn't the only one allowed to, so whenever I'm fucking this pussy, you call me Daddy. Understood?!” “Fu…fuck yes, Daddy.” He bent down, shoving my breasts into my mouth. I sucked as he went faster, ramming harder, each stroke deeper than the last. My body shook as a tear slipped down my cheek.

For fuck sake, why can't he stop calling me daddy for now, till I figure out how I was his father. “Daddy!” his voice pierced the air again as he gripped my shirt, shaking me and trying to jolt me out of my thoughts. I forced a smirk on my lips, “He sure looks adorable,” I replied, trying to sound casual “Do you like him, Daddy?” he asked, his eyes fixed on mine. I exhaled, trying to keep my temper in check. “Can you quit bothering me?” I coughed out, unable to contain my anger, my voice harsher than I had intended.

The realization settled over me with quiet force. I now understand the man who said I should call him daddy was not just rich but also powerful enough that even without him being there, he can define his rules.

"Oh, please you little pig! Even calling me daddy is a tease, giving me those big eyes and pouting with your little cock sucking lips." "Daddy!" I exclaimed, knowing damn well I didn't sound as shocked as I was trying to be. "You're always strutting around here in those little shorts, wearing that little fucking bikini in front of me." He was starting to breathe heavier and I could feel his hand shaking in my hair. "Showing off that firm ass and those perky little tits." "I'm sorry Daddy," I whispered and gave him the pout he'd just spoke of. "Wouldn't be so bad if your fucking mother put out once in awhile, but she doesn't." he sighed,