Erotica Daddy Novels & Stories

said Keatton erotically. Damon stroked his dick and spat on his hands. He scattered his drool by masturbating his cock fast. “See this dick? This can ruin your ass, pussy, and mouth. But you still love it, don’t you? Daddy’s dick is all my boy wanted. Because my son is a slut for Daddy’s big chocolate dick,” said Damon

Complete surrender as he opened his mouth for mine. Adrenaline, dopamine and who knew what else flooded my veins as I let go. My body shuddered uncontrollably for him. More than pleasure. Heights of ecstasy no other person had ever given me as he touched me with more than just his hands. My chest constricted. A foreign warmth washed over me as I came undone for him. "Daddy, what did you do to me?" I croaked out. "The fuck if I know, but daddy likes," he said against my lips, eyes shining with unspoken words and emotions as his mouth turned up in a cocky smile. "Your clause is accepted, baby girl, but I won't say the words to you. Daddy's baby girl deserves—"

I was sobbing so hard now as the pleasure became too hard to take and I felt like I was about to fucking explode. “Who do you fucking belong to?” He asked again, slapping my cock one more time, earning more cries and moans from me. “Y-you d-daddy…” “Will you do everything Daddy asks you to do?” He asked, rubbing his thumb over my tip and I let out a shaky sob. “Y-yes, I swear to everything, I will!” I cried, trembling from the need to orgasm hard but he only smacked my cock one more time. “Good boy,” he whispered.

I yank my hand from Sydney's as if it has been burnt and look at Sydney with large eyes. "I'm breaking Omerta by telling you this." Sydney says with a sigh. "My dad leads the American Mafia and it has been my life since I was born. To be honest, I've never been thrilled about it." His eyes show a sadness and my heart breaks. "You can talk to me. I hope you know that." Sydney looks at me for a while. "You want me to be open to you and yet you don't trust me. I know you warned your soulmate about me coming with you here." He pauses with a grin. "You were pretty obvious."

“That’s my dirty little assistant. Calling your boss Daddy while he fingers your sloppy cunt in front of the whole city.” Elena’s moans grew louder, shameless. “Daddy… oh fuck, Daddy, it feels so good. Your fingers are so deep.” He edged her again and again, bringing her right to the brink four times, making her beg louder each time. “Tell Daddy how long you’ve wanted this,” he demanded, thumb rubbing her clit in tight circles. “Six months,” she sobbed with pleasure. “I’ve wanted your cock for six months, Daddy. I hated it but I touched my pussy every night thinking about you ruining me.”

she replies hoarsely not minding his stern looks . “ What I am after ? Do i look pathetic or a pauper to you ? ” Luther Anderson inquires while she wears a wry smile . “ You just want my father's legacy . I can attest to that . You know you will have an access to them if you have me a wife .” she said emphasizing on each words . “ Are you indirectly calling me a gold digger ? Remember I am Luther Anderson the CEO of Anderson's empire .” he bragged cocking a brow with a proud smile .

Something genuine. "You really think you can handle that kind of responsibility?" I asked, crossing my arms over my chest. "Being a Daddy isn't exactly easy, you know. It isn't just about power or control. It's about taking care of someone else, ensuring they're safe and trust you. You can punish them when you get upset like with your slaves." Dom didn't hesitate. "We know. That's why we want to start with Mag. We thought maybe we could make him our slave, show you we're serious. Help you show him what he needs to see before turning him back into the world?"

He stretched his hand forward, before taking a sip. "I always say inappropriate things, you just have to get used to it. Daddy." She winked. Oh God. He could literally die in embarrassment right now. "Please don't call me Daddy." "Whatever. So hit me with the details." She leaned against the counter, her lips gently touching the liquid, they stayed there. Chatting and 'gossiping' which Dexter had to admit was kind of fun, and Stella. She knew it all.

He asked, furrowing his brows. I smirked recalling how he had looked at me earlier when I licked my finger. I didn’t know much about Carl, we have been five years apart, but I had heard a little conversation when I was twelve, my father had advised him to settle down with someone rather than fooling around with multiple ladies. I didn’t know the full meaning of what it meant then, but seeing him with Nora earlier, how he kissed her, it made me wet, it made me want to feel every bit of his touch, even if it was just for a day.

My hands fisted in his jacket, but I wasn't pushing him away anymore. I wanted him… “So wet,” Zeke murmured, his voice roughened now, and ragged with want. His breath scorched my ear. “Your hatred makes you sweeter.” Tears blurred my vision, not out of pain but out of pleasure, and hate. But my body pulsed as he slid two fingers inside, slow, and merciless, curling just right until a moan broke free. “Shh…” he pressed his mouth to my ear, teeth grazing. “Wouldn’t want daddy hearing how much you like this.”