Priest Daddy Book Novels & Stories

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.

“Okay pretty. I would be your ride for today. So sit that pretty ass there and wait for daddy, 'cause daddy has a lot to do to you for writing your exams beautifully.” “How did you know about that?” Amelia asked curious. Her smile not leave her face. “Cause daddy has lots of spies around and he is doing that to protect his princess.” Amelia looked around trying to catch a glimpse of anyone. “I know you are looking around currently.” Amelia smiled again knowing that be caught her right there. “What is my daddy doing?” “Listening to sugars voice and rubbing on his cock cause her voice alone is enough to turn me on in the most drastic way ever.”

“You are so huge, daddy.” “Isn’t that what you need?” He smirked and spanked me hard again. I let out a low cry. “You never want me to stop anytime I have it inside of you. You enjoy it, don’t you?” He asked, and when I was slow to respond him, he spanked me harshly one more time. “Yes! Yes! Daddy.” My body shook. “Good girl.” He said with a smile and a soft tap of my cheeks. “You are daddy’s girl.”

“Who's a good girl?” “I am. I'm your good girl daddy. Fuck me till my legs go numb” “Fuck, I'm gonna cum in this pretty pussy.” “Father Cole.” I got startled immediately as I pocketed my phone. “What are waiting for, the mass is about to start.” I immediately removed my ear pods from my ear before following Father Benedict. I know what you're going to say. A priest watching p**n in his holy vestments right before going to preach, what message am I trying to pass along.

"Daddy, please let me come. I'll be a good girl for you." Michele lifted his head from her breast, his eyes meeting hers. The raw hunger in his gaze made her tremble. "You look so fucking beautiful when you beg!" he murmured, his voice dark with satisfaction. His fingers slowed, stroking her inner walls with maddening gentleness. "Tell me who you belong to, babygirl." "You," Anny gasped without hesitation. "I belong to you, daddy." "And Adriano?" The question caught her off guard, but she was too far gone to lie, too consumed by need to pretend.

I have to find a way. The next morning he came back to our house with another priest. My parents were happy to see them. They said Father Damiano would be helping with youth prayers and sometimes visiting our home. I watched him from the doorway. He looked even hotter in the morning light. His cassock could not hide how strong his body was. Just seeing him made my pussy wet again. I pressed my thighs together and felt my clit throb. I took a deep breath and walked over to him while the others were talking.

​I squeezed my eyes shut, and suddenly, my mind betrayed me. ​I wasn't in the car anymore. I was pinned against the bathroom sink. I could feel Vance's heavy, brutal thrusts completely tearing me apart. I could hear Vance’s dark voice ordering me to stay quiet. The mere memory of Vance’s massive size and his ruthless pace sent a violent, heavy ache straight to my core. ​My psy clenched hard, soaking wet, reacting entirely to the memory of my stepdad while another boy was actively trying to fk me. ​Brody groaned loudly, finishing with a messy, rushed thrust, and collapsed against my shoulder.

“I uh got these from your father’s lawyer.” His eyes widen and then he frowns, eyes on the papers in front of me, “That was why you came?” I roll my eyes, noticing the light disappointment in his tone. “You have to stop being a priest, your father is using you, he is toying with you from beneath the grave.” I say as fast as I could. I watched him read the words on the papers, he was crumbling right in front of me, and there was nothing I could do to help him.

His throat worked as he swallowed. I smirked. “If you’re done eye-fucking me, Father,” I said, walking around him and settling into my chair, “tell me why you’re here.” He coughed, flustered, clutching his trembling hands in his lap. “I… I’m sorry for disturbing you, Ezreal. I didn’t know where else to go.” “That’s new,” I drawled. “The priest running to the devil for salvation.” He ignored the jab and continued. His voice was shaky but earnest as he recounted everything—his father, the Archbishop, the Order of the Thorn. Each word dragged out of him like confession, guilt and disbelief bleeding together.

I could tell something was changing inside me, but I wasn't sure if I was ready to let it happen completely. Damian's POV As I stood there, rooted to the ground, I found myself praying for an earthquake. Something I hardly ever prayed for. My mother's eyes locked onto mine, and she smiled warmly. “Oh, my baby.” She wiped away the tears in her eyes. An emotion I was certain she wasn't genuinely feeling. “Why are you here?” I asked emotionlessly, avoiding Nolan's face as his expression changed immediately. They both looked surprised, and my father opened his mouth to speak.