Mature Black Daddy Novels & Stories

He alternated deep thrusts — sliding into Rachel’s pussy, then into Mia’s, while they held hands and moaned his name. “Look how wet your daughter gets when I fuck you, Mommy,” he said, voice rough. “And how tight she is when I switch to her.” The dirty talk made both women even wetter. They came again and again under his control, bodies shaking, completely lost in the filthy pleasure of sharing Daddy. By the end of the weekend they were sore, marked, and dripping with his cum, but the craving was stronger than ever. Mother and daughter had never felt so owned, so used, and so addicted.

and the young black asshole smirked as he ranted away, "Damned fine nigger loving bitch gonna get a lot of black cock from now on. You want me back tomorrow bitch?" "Oh god yes, please." "Too bad you're already knocked up bitch, else this load would give you a black bun in your oven. Here it comes bitch, take it all." His cum splashing her insides must have been the touch needed to set her off because she had an orgasm. The kid pulled out of Lexy and I almost laughed out loud. His cock wasn't as big as mine and I wondered what all that "Big black cock" shit was all about. The kid dangled his limp noodle in front of Lexy's face and said, "You want some more black cock bitch? Then get over her

Was this some sort of cage? He hastily put a hand over my mouth, ordering me to shut up. I'm not sure what I was expecting, but it definitely wasn't this. The audio kept rolling. “Dane Wright. A beast. An unconfirmed sadist. A crazy psychopath. A numb, depraved bastard. He gives, but he takes, and he takes in a thousand folds. He's never fair. He never stops once he begins, and he can't tell any rights from wrongs once he gets pushed to his limits and acts before the right time. If you're here, it's because you're his new fixation, and he will only leave you ruined by the time he's done with you. He must've warned you, but you never listened. Ask him where his previous partners are.”

“Daddy, I’m going to come—” “Come on my cock,” he commanded, voice dark. “Milk Daddy’s dick with this tight pussy. Let me feel you.” I shattered. My orgasm hit me like a storm. I cried out loudly, pussy clenching violently around his thick cock as waves of pleasure crashed through me. My whole body shook, thighs trembling, nails raking down his back. Professor Black groaned loudly, fucking me through it. “Good girl… such a good fucking girl. Daddy’s so proud of you.”

“Younger girls. Beautiful ones. Models. Influencers. Aspiring actresses who wanted the lifestyle. I kept them for a few weeks, sometimes a few months. I gave them gifts, took them to Paris or Dubai, fucked them senseless in hotel suites. They all called me ‘sir’ or ‘Mr. Blackwood’ in bed. None of them ever looked at me the way you do when I tell you to call me Daddy. None of them melted when I praised them. They performed. They moaned on cue. They took the diamonds and the designer bags and left when the attention stopped.” He rolled us again so I was beneath him, his body caging mine. His cock was hardening once more against my thigh, as if the confession itself was stirring something dark

my father’s voice interrupted my thoughts, "let us welcome the man who will help lead us into this new era. The future Alpha of the United Pack... Adrian Blackwood." The massive oak doors at the end of the hall swung wide with a bang that echoed like a gunshot. Then, he stepped in. Adrian Blackwood walked in like he owned the air in the room. He was young, probably late-twenties, but he carried a darkness that made him look a thousand years old. He was tall, built like a tank but moved with the grace of a jungle cat. He wore a black-on-black suit that probably cost more than a house, but it couldn't hide the raw, lethal power rolling off him in waves. His face was all sharp angles—a jawline

I needed to yell at him for last night, or just prove to myself that my entire life hadn't completely derailed. ​Brody’s car was parked in the driveway. ​I didn't bother knocking. I just grabbed the handle and pushed the front door open, ready to march right into the living room. ​"Brody, we need to—" ​I froze dead in my tracks. ​Brody was sitting on the edge of the living room couch, his head thrown back against the cushions, his eyes squeezed shut. His pants were completely shoved down to his knees. ​And kneeling on the floor right between his legs, aggressively sucking his c**k, was Matt.

I wonder how he's moving so fast without a flashlight on. "I'm tired." Can't he see that? I'm struggling here. We finally reach a locked door. Marko lets go off my hand to take out what I assume are keys. Should I fight him now since I'm free? But my baby... Before I finish my thought my hand is yanked roughly again by his stiff and rough hands. Sydney is a Mafia lord but still has soft hands. I'm so tempted to ask Marko if he works at the construction site. Who knows. He might be a builder? But uses his bare hands without something to protect them to carry the stones.

Alpha Black announced, my heart broke at his words, how can he be so cruel "Never in my life, my mate is the only woman I love" my mate replied "You will do as I say, or you know the consequences" Alpha Black growled "Dad, I will never do that, not now, not ever, if you don't want to give me the pack, it's your decision, at least I would not be guilty of not trying" my mate replied "Jared" Alpha Black growled loudly "Dad, I told you my decision" he answered with a growl

Oh fuck, just imagine how obvious the contrast would get when I am getting dicked down in both holes. I just knew that I was going to lose my mind tonight. "Fuck..." I moaned, this time writhing in such a way that my nipples were brushing into the soft table and the friction? Pleasured me too. "Daddy..." I moaned. "Please can I come soon? It all... It all feels so good" "A bad girl who wants to come. How in the world do you even think you deserve to come? Do you think you should be allowed to come, uh?" Daddy Grayson asked.