Priest Daddy Book Novels & Stories

Not when Daddy was already sliding two fingers into me under the tablecloth with his son’s hand still resting on top of mine. “You’re going to sit here and take it,” Daddy said in that low, even tone that made me want to die and cum at the same time. “You’re going to smile and nod and listen to your groom tell the world how much he loves you while I fuck my fingers into your cunt. And you’re going to cum for me again, just like you did in the mirror.” His fingers moved faster. Deeper. Curling just right. I couldn’t breathe. The priest stood up to give a toast.

Every time he shifted to point at the screen, his biceps flexed under the fabric, and I had to bite my lip to stop myself from whimpering. Mom was gone. Two whole weeks. Just me and Daddy alone in this big house. Every filthy fantasy I’d ever had was finally within reach. But God… it was so wrong. He was my real father. The man who raised me. And here I was, soaking through my tiny pink panties, my clit throbbing painfully while he tried to help me with my laptop. What kind of daughter gets this wet for her own Daddy? What kind of daughter has spent years fingering her tight little cunt pretending it was him?

he asked I was stretched out on silk sheets, looking up at the penthouse ceiling, the city lights shimmering dimly beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows and his arm was across my waist, his breathing steady but even in sleep he was tense, his brows lowered like fighting interior demons. I envied him his capacity to sink into sleep, even if shadowed. Me? I was awake as a pin, my chest tight and my mind whirling. With my father, my war had been longstanding with the Whitmoore name and with the expectations i was born into. Now though, i was starting to realize something terrifying that Eleanor Kingsley wasn't here to fill the space of my father's grip. She wasn't trying to entwine and was trying

Thank you, God. "Good," Father Daniels told my dad as my fingers wrapped around his thick, juicy cock. "I have had a few conversations with your daughter. You have raised her well." This is so wrong. But it feels so right. I licked my thick, soft lips. I opened them wide and leaned forward to take Father Daniels' cock inside. Ooooohh, Father. I moaned in my head. "That means so much to hear," my dad told the priest whose cock was in my mouth. "We're very lucky to have you as our priest."

I don’t have to hope for long because, after a few moments, Dad and I are back in front of the priest. He’s looking confident about something. I look towards my Dad and gasp at the sight of his face and body. His eyes are almost swollen shut, lips are bleeding, and he has deep gashes in his back and arms. He looks like he was a guard's sparring partner and Dad didn't fare too well. "Have you learned anything yet? You are a disgrace to yourself. So much power, so much waste.” The priest taunts. “What to do to you? Hmm? Was it not enough proof, that you have no choice, when my men had their way with your daughter?"

The man in yellow grabbed Bobby’s shoulders slammed him under the water held him there “He will?” I managed, hoping I sounded surprised and not like I was choking on my tongue, which is what it felt like. Dad nodded, grinning ear to ear, as if announcing the birth of his first-born SON, for shit’s sake. “After you fellas came back from The General Store—where you both must’ve bought his book—Bobby spent the afternoon reading The King Wears Yellow. Then he came for the closing services at VBS, answered Reverend McIlvian’s altar call, and made a profession of faith, pledging his life to Him.”

Excitement rippled through me, my nipples, now rock hard, ached even more, and my thighs clenched. “Please… daddy.” His grip on my shoulders tightened. “Don't..” he hissed. “Don't fucking do that.” I smiled. “I want you to fuck me, daddy.” “If you call me that one more time, Lora.” He paused, his breathing heavy, every breath filled with failing reatraint and desire that had been locked away for a very long time. “Then I might not be able to control what happens next.” “Please, daddy.. fuck me.”

"What the fuck are you doing in here like this?" Katherine glanced down, shy heat blooming across her chest, her hands twitching at her sides. But she met his eyes, voice breathy. "I... I missed you, daddy. So much. The days without you… it's torture. I wanted to surprise you." He reached her in two strides, cupping her chin to tilt her face up, his thumb brushing her plump lower lip. "Missed me? Naughty girl, sneaking in here half-dressed, begging for trouble. You know what that does to me, seeing you like this, all lace and curves, pussy probably already wet for your daddy's cock."

he commanded as he stared down at me. The words were out of my mouth before I could stop them. “I want you to fuck me.” And then, without thinking, the word slipped out before I could stop it, filthy, needy and so unlike me. My voice sounded raw and delirious. “Please, Daddy.” Oh my God, what had come over me? I never once called Liam that in six years. Julian went still. Completely still. Then a dark, dangerous sound rumbled from his chest — half growl, half groan.

Right now, I simply stood by and watched this man who was normally so noble and untouchable. I once believed I could become his greatest love. I paid no heed to the fact that he was my father's friend or that he was 20 years older than me, or even the mockery from my family. I flung myself into becoming his so-called "antidote". I loved him with all my heart, yet all I got in return was a tragic end—I died along with my unborn baby. Even love became a luxury I could no longer afford. Right before I died, I found out that Layson had secretly been in love with his personal secretary, Grace Parker.