Mature Black Daddy Novels & Stories

Pregnant and addicted. Forever Daddy’s.

As I slid into the back seat my eyes caught something on the back of the front seats, a symbol carved deep and proud, and my stomach dropped instantly. I knew that insignia. Cold spread through me like ice and my hands curled into fists. “Mom,” I asked quietly, my voice barely steady, “who is your new mate.” She smiled softly and said with clear pride, “The Lycan King, Jonathan Claw.” “Oh no.”

CHAPTER 1: TIED OPEN FOR DADDY (WARNING: DEGRADATION, HARDCORE ROUGH SEX AND KINKS) LAURA “Please, Daddy… please, I can’t—oh God, I can’t take it anymore!” My scream ripped out of me, raw and desperate, as he cranked the speed on the plugs buried inside my pussy and my ass. “Turn them off, Daddy, please! I’m begging you—my pussy, my ass, they’re fucking me so hard I’m going to break!”

My back arched off the couch, scream tearing from my throat as my walls gripped him tight. He didn't ease in. He pounded—fast, no mercy, hips snapping forward with every thrust. The force rocked my body, breasts bouncing, couch creaking under the impact. His hand came around my throat—fingers wrapping tight, squeezing hard enough that air came in thin, wheezing sips. My vision blurred at the edges, spots dancing black. Every slam drove him deeper, his balls slapping against my ass in wet, rhythmic cracks. The burn in my pussy built with each stroke—raw friction, pressure hitting that spot inside over and over. "Take it," he growled, face inches from mine. His breath was hot on my skin, smell

Amber Fuck, I hate this. How can anyone look this ravishing—and breathtaking—during masturbation? I wanted to embarrass him, just as he did to me. Hunter Black, CEO of the high and mighty Black Crescent Group, working his dick like a junkie desperate for the next high but can’t seem to get it up as fast as he used to—that should shred his ego right? How wrong was I. It was already hard when he took it out. A few strokes, and the monster was fully erected, swollen with his desire—the same ones glowing from that piercing gaze.

“So tight. So wet. So desperate to be filled by your Daddy. You know how wrong this is? You know if anyone found out… if your mom walked in right now and saw me about to split her daughter open with my cock… what would she say? What would she think of her perfect little girl, lying here spread wide, dripping and begging for her stepfather’s cum?” “Nothing matters,” I sobbed, tears were running down my face, mixing with the pleasure. “Nothing matters but you… only you… I don’t care how wrong it is… I love it… I love being your dirty secret… please Daddy… please fill me up… ruin me… breed me… I need it—” That word, breed, broke the last piece of him. His eyes turned completely black, and fera

I peeked out to look. At the far end of the hallway, Uncle Nick Wilder was marching toward us with his good-for-nothing son, Anthony Wilder, in tow. Uncle Nick was nothing short of a parasite. Back when Mom was still earning a modest living at the factory, he'd borrowed money from her under every excuse imaginable and never paid a cent back. Later, when Dad was diagnosed with kidney failure, Mom had gone to Uncle Nick in desperation. She had even gotten down on her knees outside his house and begged, but he never opened the door. Instead, he cursed through the metal gate, calling Dad a good-for-nothing money pit.

Tang weiwei, google his name, enlarged his photo, and showed it to the little boy. Against a dark backdrop, an indolent figure, reclined on an armchair. The man in the photo looked to be his prime. He had a sophisticated mien and possessed a flawless disposition and outstanding looks with a hint of devilish charm. His jet-black eyes stared into the lens, glinting with intelligence and shrewdness, looking bold and resolute. With eyes wide open, the little boy, thought himself. This..... Isn't this what he thought his daddy would look like?

When they finally pulled apart, both breathing hard, Damien's eyes were dark with promise. He pulled out his harden di¢k out and gesture Scarlet to it. "I can't wait until we get home before you show me how grateful you are, show me now. I want to feel your mouth on my di¢k sweetheart." Scarlett smiled, feeling more powerful and alive than she'd ever felt in her life. Tomorrow she would become Mrs. Damien Blackwood. Tonight, she would worship the man who had made her a queen. "Yes Daddy," she whispered, going down to her knees to take his di¢k into her eager mouth

"I'm good now, I was feeling too close inside. I mean you, me, together like a couple. It's my parents, they kind of fucked me up for relationships. I still don't understand why you would bother with me? I mean we can still do the sex thing. We're great at it." He was closing in on me, his forearm rested beside my head, and his other hand was caressing my cheek. "I want the whole package Addie, and I always get what I want. I am very persistent. And I believe I can fucked you up better, to want a relationship with me. But for now, there is no relationship Addie, we are moving as slow as you want. It's like your sugar daddy deals, I'm just going to take care of your needs. I will make sure th