Daddys Friend Novels & Stories

DADDY’S STUBBORN LITTLE SYDNEY My best friend Brittney has her perfect life and mine is still crap. I’m trying to be happy about it. I really am. Hell, for years I fought to try to get her away from the guy who was abusing her and then it finally happened. She got free and he’ll never bother again. Plus, she happened to fall in love with the most perfect man in existence. If there was clay called STUFF GIRLS LIKE, then Timothy was molded right out of it.

I make sure I convey in my words everything I mean; with Robert and Natasha together, I will be more free. And I am right, his face instantly relaxes, and there is a tiny smile cornering his lips. “Smart move, Lexie,” he comments with a double innuendo. “My investigators already did a background check on Natasha’s friends after the pool event, so I agree, he can come help.” “Thank you so much Daddy!” Natasha jumps up and screams. He smiles at her and gently nudges the top of her head. “Just no one else unless you tell me about it, ok?”

“It’s just I tried to lose my virginity all week, and then again tonight, to just get it over with. But the guy bailed when I told him. He wasn’t the first. That makes six times this week alone.” Eva’s expression softens as I finish, and she pulls out a small card from her bra, slipping it into my hand. “This? This is a number that can change everything. There’s a community of men who won’t just stay—they’ll want to guide you. The ‘daddies,’ as they call themselves,” she says with a wink. “Trust me, they don’t run. But make sure it’s what you want.” I look down at the number, my fingers pressing into the card’s edges, feeling its weight in my palm. The idea feels… different. Dangerous, even.

"Over my dead body I call you that stripper name!" Mom snorts into her wine glass. "Told you." Dad leans forward, voice dropping to that dangerous whisper he uses in hostile takeovers. "I've been speaking with an old friend. He has a grandson—brilliant man, apparently." My blood turns to ice water. "What kind of speaking?"

"Race you back?" "Now you're just trying to abuse my old brittle bones," he said with a groan when I took off. He still managed to keep up, seeing as he has longer legs than me. I hope nothing changes between us when I tell him about Michael and Jackson. I'd hate to lose my dad. He's my best friend. ***** "Is this a Bring Your Girlfriend to Work day?" I asked Darren as he ushered Addison into my office. She sent me a nervous smile, and I wondered what this was about.

My great escape. “Are you going to stand there all day?” My blood froze at the sound of that deep, smooth voice. Glacier. My father’s friend. The Alpha of this pack. The man I fell in love with at first sight. The only one. I went down the stairs and found him standing by the car door. His towering height dominated everything around him. He did not smile. He did not greet me. He only looked at me with those sharp gray eyes that made me feel completely exposed.

"I wonder what the school would say if they knew the almighty Captain fucked his little sister right inside the janitor's closet," Bret’s voice dropped, turning distinctly menacing, the playful tease completely evaporating into a cold threat. "It's your word against ours, man," Eden said smugly, raising his chin, trying to play the bluff. But if anyone knew what Bret was truly capable of, it was Eden. They were best friends, after all… they knew each other's darkest streaks. "Oh, really? Hpm... I think this says otherwise," Bret said. A second later, a sharp, clear sound emitted from the other side of the door.

“You have had a very hard few months.” “My new daddy makes me feel better, so I’m not as sad. He gives me lots of hugs, and we play board games. Sometimes he wins, sometimes I win. And he makes me laugh so much,” I tell her. “He’s Mommy’s oldest friend. They met when they were my age and some kids were picking on him, but my mommy scared those kids away. He’s my Uncle Hudson’s best friend. They talk a lot, and sometimes Daddy surprises Uncle Hudson by having me answer.”

I fucked myself harder, imagining it was David’s thick cock stretching me open, his powerful body pinning me down, his low growls filling my ear as he took what he wanted. “Daddy… fuck… yes…” I moaned into the pillow, chasing the edge. My thighs shook. Slick coated my fingers and dripped onto the sheets. I rubbed my clit faster, lost in the fantasy of him using me, claiming me, making me fall apart on his cock. The orgasm hit like a storm. I cried out Daddy into the pillow as my pussy clenched hard around my fingers, waves of intense pleasure ripping through me. I kept going, drawing it out, riding every aftershock until I was a trembling, gasping mess.

“Six-week site visit. Dubai. He mentioned it in the partners’ meeting this morning. Did he not tell you?” The words landed hard. I looked toward James, still on the phone near the bar, laughing at something the person on the other end said. He hadn’t mentioned any trip. Not once. A familiar, tired disappointment settled in my chest. Of course he hadn’t. He never told me things until the last possible moment. I was used to being the last to know. “I see,” I said carefully. William spoke for the first time in a while. His voice was quiet, measured.