Daddy Smut Novels & Stories

] 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.

The Jogging Quickie (5) I was in this gorgeous man's sauna on my knees, rocking over the first few inches of his cock, and I felt unbelievably sexy doing it. "That's a good little pet. That's Daddy's perfect cocksucker." He called himself Daddy again, and the word hit me like a jolt. My cock twitched instantly. He wanted this roleplay just as much as I did. "Yes, Daddy. I love this cock. I want all of it. You make me so fucking horny."

"Daddy, please." "Please what Bambina. What does Daddy's little slut need?" "You, I need you. I want you." "Just remember this is what you asked for." He pulls out of me, I start to protest but before I can even find the words, he slams back into me in a repeated rhythm. "Fuck GreenLee, So wet, tight. That's it choke daddy's cock." My walls start to squeeze him. Before I can come undone he pulls out and flips me to my knees and slams back in causing me to scream out in pain and pleasure. "FUCK DADDY!"

And it looked like he wasn’t. Prue basked in the warmth of the sunlight on her back. Dotty was right. Her tits were her treasure and sexual trigger. It was unfortunate that Doug wasn’t much of a boob guy and didn’t take time to stimulate her there no matter what she told him. He had become this adolescent boy who wanted to try everything out. It didn’t make sense to Prue because it didn’t give her pleasure.

"My mom said you're just an ass. Not an asshole, though. Just an ass." He laughs, the sound rich and genuine. "That sounds exactly like something Gemma would say." I hook my fingers into his waistband and tug his boxers down. His cock springs free, nearly hitting my face, and a bead of precum lands on my cheek. I swipe it away with my finger and taste it. "Salty and sweet. Just like you, Daddy." He laughs again, his eyes crinkling at the corners. He looks so cute when he smiles like that.

“Soaked like a little slut who’s been waiting for daddy to collect.” I moaned around him—broken, desperate. My hands stopped pushing. They slid up his thighs, fingers curling into the denim, holding on as he started fucking my face in earnest. Long, deep thrusts that made my throat bulge. My nose pressed into his pubic hair every time he bottomed out. The smell of him filled my lungs—sweat, musk, faint soap, overwhelming. My eyes watered constantly now. Tears streamed down my cheeks, mixing with spit, dripping onto my chest in messy rivulets.

My prostate is stimulated repeatedly which leaves me unable to contain my sounds of pleasure. "Does my little slut like being used by another Dom?" Daddy asks as he pushes his cock into my mouth. It almost goes past my limit but is quickly pulled back to avoid making me gag. I nod my head the best I can with his dick in my mouth which makes daddy chuckle. "Such a little cock-slut."

"I think I'd like to be watched." Daddy grinned. "My little girl is turning out to be quite the little slut." "Do you mind, daddy?" "Mind? Not at all. I love it. I'd love to share your cunt with someone else." "Only if it's as big and juicy as yours, daddy... Ooooooh... I'm gonna cum... Fuck me hard, daddy. Make your baby girl cum again!"

"Come on, Daddy! Fill me with your cum! Ahhhh! Yes! Faster! Cum inside my little pussy!" "Oh my god, Layla! I'm almost there! Here's my cum!" "Yes! Daddy!" I greeted his cock as if Daddy would enjoy it even more. "Cum inside me please! I'm almost there!" "You’re better than your mommy, you slut!! Layla, ugh! Daddy's cumming already!” "Daddy!”

It's not like I had a problem with him getting close to Amil but he didn't plan on replacing me, right? “ You reek,” he squinted his eyes at me. “ I reek?” I repeated while sniffing myself. I didn't even take alcohol though. “ I know what you're thinking but that's not it,” Amil said. “ He's talking about Dylan's pheromones on you,” he explained. I hadn't realized that I smelt of Dylan's pheromones. I know I'm recessive but for it to be this unnoticeable, that must mean he hadn't done it intentionally.