Mommy, Look! Daddy Is Kneeling Again! Novels & Stories

Hunter demands jumping on the bed next to me and mommy. "Ken, I think we gonna need a larger bed" daddy says with a chuckle.

Daddy! Suddenly, the door was pushed open. Little Karen poked her head into the room and softly called out to her father. Hearing Little Karen's voice, his heart, which felt like it was immersed in an ice cellar, melted. He hid the pain in his eyes and turned to look at the door with a gentle expression. "You're here." Little Karen rushed to her father's arms and wiggled. She looked up at her mother lying on the bed and said, "Daddy, I miss Mommy."

My dress rode up, baring my thighs. He knelt between them, dragging the fabric higher. "You want to cum? Beg." "Daddy, please." His eyes flashed. "That’s more like it."

He gives my shoulder a little push to initiate my movement, but what I hear next stops me in my tracks. “No… no… please… I’m saving myself… please… I don’t want to… Daddy! Daddy help!” I go cold. My stomach drops out of my body. I slowly turn back, the King is kneeling in front of his children. “It’s OK darling, I’m here. No-one’s going to hurt you.” He’s rubbing circles on her back staring up at his son. They both have the same horrified expression. “Did you…?” The Prince turns his horrified face to me.

He dashed towards his fathers and kneel, begging. "Zack! What are you doing?!" Bienley loudly exclaimed with his horrified look. He abruptly stands up from the couch to go to where Zack is kneeling. "Zack?! stand up!" Devon also abruptly stand and went to the two on the floor. "Zack..." Justin whispered and sobbed burying his face on his two palms upon seeing Zack kneeling on the floor. "Please dada, papa...please no...don't please" Zack slumped on his papa's chest, kneeling in front of him.

My entire body is shaking now, and my only support system is the way daddy hold me up against his body. “Look at me” he says, his words soft but commanding and I lift my head to look at him even if my vision is blurry. His eyes are wild, pupils blown, jaw clenched like he’s holding himself together by threads and his expressions makes me clench around him on purpose. “Fuck Kendall, you have no idea what you do to me” he moans and his hips stutter ”I’m close…so close” he says and I feel it. The twitching of his member within my hot walls, I am also near and I know he feels it too because his thrusts turn sharper, more desperate.

I fall back on my heels and I scream, I scream until I can't anymore. "Mommy, why isn't daddy opening his eyes?" I don't answer the question. I just usher her over to me and hold her to me, I hug her tight and I don't let go, she hugs me back and we sit here in a poodle of Kades blood.

My knees gripped around his body as I tensed up. "FUUUCCKK DADDDDYYYY!!" I screamed as my clit started to cum inside of my thong. "You fucking whore!" my Daddy shouted at me. My clit pulsated as shot after shot of cum filled the inside of my thong. My hole clenched around Daddy's cock, and I moaned like a filthy whore. I was weak, and my body collapsed onto Daddy. His cock was still inside me as he pulled my head upwards. Daddy kissed me, and I weaky kissed him back.

"It's Daddy here, remember? I could hurt you for that, but you're so pretty when you cry I might not. Now get on your knees." I did as I was told, my pussy so on fire I bucked my hips as I got into position. I felt Jake behind me, forcing my legs wider apart. My knees were sore from the endless kneeling I’d done, waiting for him to get back. I should have known I would only get on my knees again as soon as he was here. "Hold your ass," he told me in a low voice. "Hold your ass open for Daddy."

“Because Daddy doesn’t tolerate brats who don’t listen.” He released my neck slowly, his hand trailing down my arm, leaving goosebumps in its wake. Then he straightened up, towering over me again, and nodded toward the floor between his feet. “On your knees, baby girl.” My heart slammed against my ribs. This was happening. Really happening. I slid off the bed without hesitation, dropping to my knees on the soft carpet, the damp spot in my shorts pressing cool against my thighs. I looked up at him—my stepdad, my secret obsession, Dominant Daddy Rex—his towel barely holding on now, the outline of his thick cock straining against the fabric.