Daddy Smut Novels & Stories

“You! Only you. I’m your good girl. Your pregnant little girl. Yours.” He slammed deeper, hitting that spot that made lights burst behind my eyes. This time he didn’t stop. “Come,” he commanded. “Come all over Daddy’s cock like the needy slut you are for me.” The orgasm crashed through me so hard my vision whited out. I screamed his name—*Daddy*—body shaking violently as wave after wave tore through me. Damien followed right after, burying himself to the hilt and flooding me with hot pulses of his release, groaning my name like a prayer and a curse.

“I’m your owned breeding whore. My body and womb are your property.” He kissed the back of my neck tenderly, still buried deep. “Good girl. From now on, when we are alone, you will call me Father… or Daddy when you’re begging to be filled.” “Yes, Daddy,” I moaned softly, clenching around his cock. He rewarded me by fucking me again, slower this time, more intimate, until he filled me with a second massive load. Only then did he pull out, watching with dark satisfaction as his cum leaked from my ruined pussy onto the sacred altar.

And it’s been a week since we had a conversation and he never treated me like he normally would. If anything, we were now closer to one another. We would spend nights in each other's room, talking or having sex. Now Duncan wasn’t holding back because of the respect he had for my dad or anything. I got to see him in his real form. And I got to understand why he was always asking me if I knew what I was asking for. Duncan was a beast! A savage beast! Whenever he was having sex, he loved being dominant, I thought I loved dominant guys but he was on a whole new level.

“You like what you see, little slut baby? … yes… this is what a real man looks like. I don’t want you to go around lusting for little boy’s dicks. You know no one can satisfy you except your big Daddy, right, you slutty girl?” “Oh Daddy!... Your dick is so big and hot!!... Oh Daddy!... I want to taste and suck it like a lollipop!... but Daddy… I feel it’s so wrong!! This must be wrong!” “Slut Kat… beg for Daddy’s dick! Beg to suck it! NOW!” “Daddy! Daddy! Please put your big dick in my mouth! Please fill it in! I need it!” Daddy steps on to the bed and teases me with his dick. He brushes the cock head under my nose.

I could feel it in his tight muscles, in the way his cock got bigger in my mouth. “The deal is off,” Ivan suddenly yelled, reaching for the door. “Sit down, Ivan,” Daddy’s voice was a low, dangerous growl. “The deal is not off. We’re just… making it final.” With a loud, dirty groan, Daddy came, his hot cum flooding my mouth. I swallowed fast, my own dick hurting so bad, needing to cum. Ivan watched, his eyes narrow, as Daddy zipped up his pants. “You are a weird man, Don Moretti,” he said, his voice full of hate.

We stayed like that for a long stretch of time the apartment quiet around us and the outside world distant while the emotional current that had always run beneath the sex with him continued to move through every place our bodies touched and the soft sound of the watcher remaining near the bed kept the undercurrent of tension alive. Eventually he softened enough to slip free, and the slow loss of him left me feeling open and marked and already beginning to miss the fullness, yet the way he gathered me close against his chest and held me there with one hand stroking slowly over my back kept the deeper sense of connection from fading. His fingers trailed lower after a while, slipping between my

" He corrected the kid. The little boy blinked his huge eyes. " Then what should I call you?" " You should call me daddy." With a deep voice, avoid of any doubt, he answered. The little boy widened his eyes. A pair of huge eyes stared fixedly at Gong Yexiao. Which were filled with pleasant surprise. " You're my daddy? You're really my daddy?" Gong Yexiao returned the little boy's stare with a deep, penetrating look of his own and replied with absolute certainly. " Yes, I'm your father and you're my son."

Daddy took my hands and helped me to my feet, then placed me on the conference table in front of all the men I just sucked off and made come. Daddy maneuvered his way between my legs, unzipping his pants and pulling my ass to the edge. He positioned himself at my entrance and pushed himself into me. “God, sweetheart, you look so”...another thrust...“fucking”...another thrust...“beautiful.” My pussy tightened around him, the pressure immediately rising. “You think so?” “Oh, honey, I know so,” he grunted, slamming his cock into me. “With this cum all over your face …” He placed his large palm across my face and rubbed their cum into my skin, over my mouth, ruining my mascara even more. “So bea

"Oh..oh fuck..baby. I'm going to cum...inside you if you don't..." "Cum in me Daddy. Don't let your slut go unmarked. Fill me with your cum. Make me yours forever Daddy. I need it." And then he was growling and grunting and cumming. My Daddy, cumming inside me. Filling me with the cum that made me. I felt so loved and perfect and beautiful covered in his sweat, filled with his sticky seed. I can't even describe how wonderful it was. I came one more time, this time unexpectedly, not as hard, but just as amazing.

Two days after Seamus's confession Charlotte was still browsing the internet on what is the meaning of a Dom, a Daddy, and what was expected as a submissive. And the definition was way more than what Charlotte was expecting. There were a lot of Doms and varieties of kinks, from the Daddy caring type to the hardcore ones who like to smack their pretty little subs into submission.