Daddys Game Novels & Stories

“Look at this pretty cunt. Dripping all over my boardroom floor because you couldn’t stop thinking about Daddy’s cock.” His fingers plunged inside me two thick digits curling instantly against that spot that made me see stars. I moaned loud, unable to hold it back. He leaned over me, chest to my back, mouth at my ear. “You were such a good girl in there. So wet for me while you talked business. Did you like knowing anyone could have seen how desperate you are?” “Yes—Daddy—please—” He pumped his fingers faster, thumb finding my clit, rubbing ruthless circles.

I had no idea where he got it from. I raised my voice sharply, hoping he would stop waving it around. "Dad." The word dad came out of my chest like I was vomiting my entire heart. He lifted his head, then rushed toward me with a face dark with rage. "So you are here. How many times did I call your name and you did not answer?" I was about to step back, but his hand shot forward and grabbed my hair in a painful fist. "Did I not tell you yesterday to leave the liquor money on top of the TV before you went to your damned job?"

“This pussy was made for Daddy, wasn’t it? Greedy little thing, sucking my fingers in like it’s starving.” I moaned softly, hips rocking against his hand. The city sprawled out behind him through the windows anyone with binoculars could potentially see, but Damien didn’t seem to care. That only made it hotter. He added a third finger, stretching me wider, his thumb pressing firm circles on my clit. Pleasure coiled tight and fast in my belly. “Please…” I whimpered. “Please what?” He leaned forward, lips brushing my neck. “Use your words, little one. Tell Daddy what you need.”

"That sounds exhausting." ​"It is," Jake agreed, turning his head to look at me. "Your turn. Give me the trauma." ​I hesitated. I obviously couldn't tell him the truth. I couldn't tell him that I was completely addicted to a man I was supposed to hate, or that my stepdad had f**ked me in the backseat of the car on the way up here. ​"My dad died a long time ago," I said softly, keeping it simple. "And my mom remarried. Now we just... pretend everything is this perfect, happy picture. But it's not. I just feel trapped all the time."

Eager to have them split her tight pussy up with their cocks. “Do you know what Daddies are about to do to you?” Ryker asked, gripping her jaw and shoving her face the other direction so that she could see him clearly. Her chest did a loud somersault, her pussy starting to chime again. A tiny part of her thought she knew, but every nerve in her body wanted to hear it from them. “No…” She stammered now. Damian didn't give her the chance to learn the answer, his hand sneaking to the back of her head as he grabbed her neck, snapping her head forward before pushing the cap of his cock against her mouth.

He gripped my hips and started fucking me in long, hard strokes. Julian stayed in front of me. I took him back into my mouth, bracing myself on one hand while the other rested on his thigh. Cassian moved to the side and reached under me, rubbing my clit in tight circles while Rhys used me. It was overwhelming. Every thrust from Rhys pushed me forward onto Julian. Cassian’s fingers on my clit never stopped. I could feel another orgasm building already, heavier this time. “She’s close,” Cassian said. Rhys fucked me harder. The sound of his hips meeting my ass was loud and filthy. I came with a muffled cry around Julian’s cock, walls clamping down on Rhys hard enough that he cursed under his br

Rachel said, raising her brows. "I take gaming very seriously, and besides I live with destructive humans who couldn't maintain a toy for three days when they were four, now they are all grown up, they will wreck this place before I turn twenty five," Yandel said, inputting the password. The game room was on fire, it was lit with a LED purple light that surrounded the top angle of the walls, there was an xbox 360, a 5D game, glow hockey board, a makeshift basketball half court, it now made a lot of sense why the house was so huge.

LEMUEL’S WORDS INTRIGUED Michael and he paid rapt attention to him. “Consider me a schoolboy right now.” He said lightly, eliciting a slight chuckle from him. “Well, here we go. One day two young women decided to play a dark supernatural game called the last dare.” “Hmm.” “Yeah. So in this game, they must give each other a life-changing dare.” “That is reckless.” “I agree. One’s dare was to frame a guy for pregnancy and follow it through to the end.”

“Sofia’s cooking, so I’m heading upstairs for daddy duty. You wanna go up with me?” The Dax I knew two years ago and this fatherly Dax are two entirely different people. I think about heading upstairs with him but decide against it. The last thing I want is a reminder of what I’ll never have. “No, I’ll let you have some private daddy time. I’ll talk one of your guys into a game of pool. I’m still trying to win a bike off one of these suckers.” I knew a few of Dax’s men were listening to our conversation and I’m unsurprised when the smack talk begins.

“Hello my babies.” “Mommy, mommy, we missed you!” Riley exclaims. “How’s Daddy?” Paisley adds anxiously. “Your Daddy is being really hard headed.” I confess, trading out my girls for Parker and Ryder. They’re quickly getting too big for me to hug them all at once, and I miss the days when I could fit all my pups in my arms at once. “But we’re not going to let him get away with it, okay?” I search their young faces for understanding. “I’m going to need your help, my loves. We have to beat Daddy at his own game, and it won’t be easy.”