Daddys Obsession Novels & Stories

Fresh slick drips down my thighs. Daddy gives me one last cold, almost bored look. “Maybe if you’re still wet and needy tomorrow,” he says, gesturing lazily at Bob’s heavy cock, “I’ll give you the real deal. We’ll have fun…” I shake my head fast, tears already spilling. “I didn’t sign up for this. It’s not part of the play. This is—” “Oh but the fans love it,” Daddy cuts in smoothly. He glances at the camera. “Am I right, guys?”

I growled, jerking faster, imagining her legs spread for him, but her eyes closed—seeing me. "Fuck, princess! Fuck, I'm going to come for you. Daddy is gonna cum for you. Right in your mouth." I growled, stroking my cock a little too harder, staring hungrily at her picture of my computer. I came hard, spilling over my hand, chest rising and falling in short, uneven breaths. But there was no peace after. No satisfaction. Only obsession. I stood, paced the office. Tried to open work documents. Tried to read intel reports. But every line blurred into nothing.

It’s not just the way she looks when she comes—mouth open, eyes wild, hands gripping me like I’m the only solid thing she’s ever had to hold on to. It’s her entirely. I ran both hands through my hair, dragging my fingers down my face with a growl that got stuck somewhere in my throat. Fuck. Am I getting obsessed with her? Is that what this is? Because I feel it. That pull. That need. That sick, addictive spiral that’s dragging me deeper every time I hear her say Daddy in that desperate, fucked-out voice. God, what is she doing to me?

She doesn’t need to try for these male leads to fall head over heels in love with her. Cassie stared at the folder with a scowl, but her face beamed at the comments. She held her phone and deleted the data right in my face. “Poppy, save your idiot’s guide to yourself. It’s not for me. “Watch and learn. I’ll have Camden under my spell. He’ll be smitten with me, even if all I do is talk about SpongeBob SquarePants.” Not the least bit upset, I smiled brightly. “Good luck to you.

Dario is crazily obsessed with my tits. “I would love for you to pierce these nipples,” he murmured while licking my right nipple. I glanced down at him with an amused smile. “A year ago, I had thought of that, but my Father would kill me.” “Well, your Father can’t do shit now.” “He can’t.” Then he moved down my abdomen, placing sweet kisses as he pushed below. My legs opened without delay, and he growled low before wrapping my pussy in a wet French kiss. “Hmm, just like that…” I praised, grabbing my breasts and massaging them as he ate me up.

And I gave my girl what she wanted. “Your pussy was made for me, baby doll. And this is Daddy’s cunt. Tell me, Victoria. Tell me you’ll always be ready for my gigantic cock. You’ll take me whenever I want it.” “Yes. I’m yours to use,” she moaned, whimpering and begging for it harder. “That’s my good little slut. Be ready, Victoria, because now that I’ve had a taste of my little girl’s tight pink, I’m addicted and will want it all the fucking time.”

he answered me and suddenly entered the entirety of his pet "Ahhh fuck, are you damn I told you that this is my first, right?" I yelled at him as if I knew him "oh sorry baby" he apologized and started walking away ___ "Ughh ughh uhhm hm ah" "Ugh daddy uhh ahh" I growled madly quickly and he pulled away forcefully "ughhh fvck baby your so delicious ughh" he grunted while riding fast "Ughhh daddy f-faster please ughh"

“Why do I get the feeling that’s not just about the staff schedule.” A real smile crossed her face then, quick and sharp. “Because you’re not stupid. I like that too.” She glanced at Adriano, and something unspoken passed between them, before turning back to me. “Your father would have liked you. Daniel always said he wanted a daughter who has sharp wit, and is smart. Looks like he got his wish.” (I don’t know if sharp wit means “ask too many questions”, but I don’t want to say “ask too many questions”)

It was the exact opposite of the suffocating, heavy dominance that Vance constantly wrapped around my throat. ​"Alright," I said, leaning back. "You go first." ​"Fair enough," Jake chuckled. "My parents are massive workaholics. They are literally always at the office, which means I've spent the last five years playing full-time babysitter to my little sister. She's a complete nightmare. She constantly nags me, steals my stuff, and I never get a second of actual freedom unless they force us on these mandatory 'bonding' trips." ​I smiled, actually feeling a sharp pang of sympathy. "That sounds exhausting."