Daddys Game Novels & Stories

and the hands released completely. I turned, and in the bit of moonlight steaming into the study, I saw the bastard’s face. “I was wondering when you would show up,” I told Dad, cracking my neck. “Where is my wife?” "Somewhere you'll never find her." Dax snarled, lunging at me. I managed to block his fist, but his legs came up, driving into my stomach. I grabbed his hair and yanked it to the back. “After I kill you, I'm going to fuck her right here in this study,preferably in your blood!”

Standing firm and unmovable, I held her arms tightly, making every attempt she made to move futile. “You really are a stubborn little thing, aren’t you?” I mocked before I continued. “But don’t try to tame me or you might regret it,” I added, and she began to sob. I was surprised by her sudden change of emotion. Does she want to make me feel guilty or what? "Please, Daddy, please let me go," Stephanie pleaded, the word unexpectedly sending a strange sensation through me. She had never called me "Daddy" before, and hearing it from her somewhat turned me on and made my dick stand out at full attention, painfully straining my pants.

Daddy? She feels like a naughty girl who is jumping on her daddy's lap, she is a feverish slut for this man who is fucking her mercilessly. She never called a man daddy during sex, but the dirtiness of the idea makes her insides pulsate around his cock. "Oh! You are squeezing me so hard." He groans and smiles at her arrogantly. "Are you gonna come, babygirl?" "Ahh, yess.." She breathes out and clenches her hands on his shoulders, looks at his eyes. "I am gonna come, daddy! "

“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.

“Daddy feels so good.” And so does Daddy’s little girl. Even now her pussy is like a vice, crushing me tight as my balls tense and threaten to blow. I’m going to blow deep. Real fucking deep. Deep enough that our sweet little two becomes three. It makes it all the sweeter that these games of ours won’t come so freely when our little family changes shape.

Everyone agrees, and soon, we’re about fifteen standing around my kitchen island with an empty bottle of gin in the middle of the polished white wood. Kevin lays the rules. Head gets to dare the base. “No truth questions,” he says, holding his right index finger up as his eyes scan every face in the room. “We are not here to know each other’s deepest, darkest, secrets. We’re here to have fun.” Thank goodness. Julian stands by my left hand, and Ronan fixes himself by my right hand. They both exchange glances over my head, and I roll my eyes and lean forward. The game starts, and base lands on Hailey, while Jaxon gets the head. He dares her to kiss Kevin.

Within a few seconds, I’m cumming. The next day, Becks puts on a show in the exact same spot, only this time, she’s got a vibrator. One of those colorful ones, that functions as both a dick and a clit stimulator. The toy buzzes against her clit and she trembles and fights the urge to scream. The vibrator dick stretches her pussy hole. A pussy like that could take two dicks easy. A third dick in her asshole and she would be stretched to full capacity.

I gasped for air, chin wet, eyes glassy, chest heaving. Dade looked down at me, still half-hard, and wiped the mess across my cheek with his thumb. “Good girl. Now it’s your turn to suffer again.” He walked to the low shelf and came back with toys...a thick vibrating wand, a curved plug, and a slender egg. He did not ask. He simply pressed the egg against my soaked entrance and pushed it inside until it disappeared. The vibration started low, then climbed higher as he adjusted the remote. I cried out at the sudden intense buzz right against my walls.

Zephyr produces an entire stack of games—cards, a battered Monopoly set, something with colored dice, a truth-or-dare style deck that looks homemade and slightly wicked. We settle on the floor in a loose circle, knees almost touching, the morning light turning everything soft. “Ready?” Aeron asks, and we all nod, my nodding more incessant than the rest. “Okay, calm down.” Aeron says, turning to me. “You’re going to have your fill of fun, we’re going to make absolute sure of that.” He adds before planting a small kiss on my nose. The first game is simple: cards with escalating dares. Lose a round and you draw a penalty card, and you must do whatever the cards say, there is no way out of that.

I watched with hungry eyes as Daddy pulled me later into a tight, romantic hug, beads of water still clinging to his tanned skin. My pussy clenched at the sight of him, needing pooling low in my belly. He was yet to take me on round three. He wanted to give me some time to relax. He's so gorgeous, his body toned and muscular from daily gyming. He has one in the pack estate and takes a street run every morning from when I knew him as a little girl.