Gay Daddy Near Me Novels & Stories

I snap. "Father knows about her and he really wants to meet her." He stands as he says this but I say nothing. "I don't know if I should tell him your pregnant whore went to have a good time somewhere else?" He says in a mocking tone and I glare at him. Calm down Sydney. "Pick a country Sy." My glare doesn't waver and Liam pretends to shiver. "Your cold eyes could send me so far away." He opens the door slowly bit but before I breathe in peace, he drops the bomb. "Like Canada." He winks and leaves shutting the door aggressively.

Now the world felt like it had cracked open just slightly—enough to let something unfamiliar seep in. Crystal sat on the low stone wall near the marketplace, legs swinging back and forth as she watched the village buzz with activity. Drums echoed faintly from the square. Vendors shouted prices. Children ran past her in clouds of dust and laughter. And there he was again. The daddy stranger. He stood near the elders, tall and unmistakable, his presence commanding without him trying. His clothes were too clean for the village, his posture too straight. He listened more than he spoke, but when he did speak, people leaned in.

“Just like it swallowed my cock two nights ago. You’d love it, wouldn’t you? Being stretched open again, filled up, used until you can’t think straight.” I tapped the pad of my finger against his hole. Another broken groan vibrated against his hand. “Want my finger inside?” I asked, already knowing the answer. “Yes… please… give it to me…” He tried to push back, chasing the pressure, hips rocking desperately. But Dad was home. Downstairs. Probably watching football or scrolling through his phone. Gavin’s moans were already too loud; one more cry like that and we’d have footsteps on the stairs. “Too bad.”

I remembered him calling me his "dirty little secret." The words made me hotter, and I rubbed my clit faster, chasing the feeling. I imagined him standing right there, watching me, telling me what to do. "Come for me, you dirty little slut," he would say. The thought was enough to push me over the edge. I came hard, my body shaking, a quiet moan escaping my lips. I whispered one word as the pleasure washed over me. "Daddy." After my shower, I felt better, but the worry about my dad was still there, a cold knot in my stomach. Dante had promised he would find out what happened, but I hadn’t heard anything yet.

The words were barely out of his mouth as he strode out the front door. I closed my eyes and took a long, steadying breath. Then, I picked up my phone. As expected, Evelyn had posted another update. "Waiting outside Daddy's place to surprise him!" I shot up from the couch and headed straight out the door.

Mark reached for the small black remote and turned the plug to a steady, low buzz that pressed directly against her G-spot. He lifted her onto the edge of the futon, the wood cool against her thighs. He pulled out the folded crib mattress and set it on the floor, then took the long wand from the shelf and re-applied fresh ink to the lower back. The tip pricked against the same spot, the letters D-A-D-D-Y-S-P-R-O-P-E-R-T-Y forming again in quick strokes. The pain bloomed into deep heat. Emma moaned, pushing back, the plug shifting inside her as the new mark settled.

"Shit, that's... that's a lot." "I know it's a lot. I don't know what to do, Maya. I have nothing. I can't help her. I'm so fucked." "There's... there's a way. But you have to be serious about it." Something in her voice made me sit up straighter. "What way?" I asked. "There's this party. Underground. Exclusive. Rich guys. They bid on women for... companionship. One night, they paid big money. I'm talking serious money. Some girls make ten, fifteen grand in one night."

"Mr. Dalton has declined every partnership attempt—politely, I must add. However, securing him is crucial if we want to move ahead of our competitors." A low hmm rumbled from Alex’s throat. "Gayle?" Without looking up, Gayle finally spoke. "He’s a betting man. Goes to a high-end casino every night—8:41 p.m. sharp. Never misses. Not a heavy drinker, but on his good days, he stops by for one or two before heading home. Oh, and…" A smirk played on his lips as he finally glanced up, ending a knowing look down Sheila’s way. "He seems to have a soft spot for dark-skinned women."

“And with so much money, Big Daddy, why not get that pleasure from a virgin? Don’t you want a little girl all your own?” “Goddammit, no. A virgin?” His hands leave my breasts and grip my hips, as if he’s trying to convince himself to push me away. Instead, he yanks me up against his big body forcefully, dislodging my hands from his arousal. “Ah Jesus. No. I can’t. I can’t. I could be your father.” “No. But you can be my Big Daddy.” I open my thighs wider around his hips, arching my back enticingly. “Big Daddy gets to put it anywhere.”