Priest Daddy Book Novels & Stories

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

He had grown up, and he could say that his sins had too. He saw the side of the priest's body. The Father was wearing an embroidered tunic, the same one from twenty years ago. He was traditional, and that pleased the American elite. Granger continued to approach, and the priest, noticing someone in the church, finished his prayer by kissing the silver rosary. Father Bee stood up with a smile for his flock, but upon seeing Granger, the smile gradually faded. The truth was that Aaron Granger was no saint. His fortune was not earned solely through sweat and hard work, but rather by stepping over many people. Father Bee knew it and disapproved.

He didn't even know what to do anymore. Not until, there stood someone behind him. " Oh! " It was mocking. " Daddy finally opened the paper. " It was Mercury, and Royalty knew. He didn't turn around, and Mercury didn't care either. A taunting expression never left his face. " How does it feel knowing that the leader of the dead priest is going to be a dad soon? " He asked, tutting recklessly. " Tsk, you must feel so amazing. Don't you? "

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.”

He drove us home. He dropped me onto the bed. A wide grin appeared across his lips. He quickly undressed himself, I watched as his dick fell out of his underwear. That big guy was making me smile in my head. " You did a great job by making sure we weren't caught." He breathed, Crawling into the bed, he leaned forward landing his soft lips against mine. I felt a tiny shock wave rushed down my spine, a wave of adrenaline surged through me. "Appreciate me, daddy." I moaned, breaking the kiss.

"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.

Khatri can only imagine how scandalous it’ll be if they learn that their priest, just last night had fucked his boy on one of those pews, his cum streaking the shiny wood. He grips his bible so tightly his knuckles turn white while his other hand fiddles absently with the crucifix at his throat. He honestly wishes he didn’t have to do the baptism. Hell, he wishes he could abandon this farce and take Matthew into his arms, whispering to him that a stupid baptism will never change the fact that Matthew belongs to him–body and soul but that’s a decision he can’t make for the boy.