Priest Daddy Book Novels & Stories

Chapter 12 Grace Wilson POV The Priest family is something out of this world. They’re the type of family you see in Hallmark movies. Their mother is loving and very stern with her sons. When Damian gives snide remarks, she glares at him, and he shuts his mouth. When she asks Rowan about planning the wedding and he gives her one-word answers to show he has zero interest in something she glares at him, and he gives her the answers she wants afterward. It’s a family dynamic I’ve only ever seen in movies.

I watched as Daddy held his face examining him. I arched forward trying to listen to what he was saying. I wanted him to continue, while I watched. I wanted Kai to be punished for trying to escape Daddy's pleasure. It was the best thing that has ever happened to us since mom died and he wanted to throw it away because he couldn't take it. He should be punished until he realizes he should be worshiping daddy's cock. And deep down, I want to be the one tied to that bed instead of him. “What do we have here?” his deep baritone came close to my ear. My body jerked. I hadn't been expecting his amused voice. That was when I lifted my head. I found him looking straight down at me. I hadn't even rea

"He swore his vows in the shadows. He reminded me that the cage doesn't matter, Daddy. The key is in my hand." The word "Daddy"—used not as endearment, but as a provocation—was a blade. Mark roared, a sound torn from his chest, and slammed me against the cold glass again. He drove into me, hard and fast, fully clothed and unforgiving. It was a violation of the clean space, a desecration of his own immaculate life.

He wanted to get drunk and forget about that woman. She was haunting him in his dreams, and he would always wake up with a massive hard-on every morning. And what he hated the most is that he ends up jacking off in the bathroom just to make his soldier calm down. He's like a horny teenager. “Something is bothering you, I can see it in your eyes.” Phoenix was pulled from his deep thoughts when he heard his father behind him. “Dad.” The old man sat beside him on the garden bench, he too, had a glass of wine in his hand.

I ignored it at first, pouring a glass of water, gulping like a man dying of thirst. The buzz came again. With a curse, I unlocked my phone. My stomach dropped. The subject line: Vale. From: Senator Adrian Cross. The most corrupt bastard in the city. I hesitated, teeth grinding, then tapped it open. And read. Father Dorian, Your little church boy seems… distracted lately. Dangerous, isn’t it, when young men wander too close to temptation? You’d better keep your house in order, Father. Because I don’t forgive sins. I punish them.

He said and same time my mobile started raining which was placed on the dining table it was Dad's call because I had set up a different ringtone for him and my breath hitched. "Relax, just receive the call," Uncle said and I nodded receiving the call and the same time Uncle Harrison inserted his finger in my core giving slow finger fucking. "H...Hello..." I stammered on call. "Harrison told me you both having dinner out so I am going to sleep. Harrison has extra keys and doesn't sleep late. You have school tomorrow" Daddy was telling me While Uncle Harrison pumping his one digit inside me. "...Yes...Yes Dad" I again stammered

Am a fuckin daddy to a five year old, this is so unbelievable. Robbie dropped the rest of the papers he was holding and pulled me in for a bro hug. "I can't believe this J, the boy looks exactly like you, am so proud of you." "Robbie," I called him three times just to make sure I wasn't dreaming and his replying to all my calls is what made me believe that I wasn't dreaming. This is real, Am A DADDY! * * * Arla's Pov "Goodbye sweetheart," I kissed my son on the cheek and kissed my mom next.

Kendra POV We pull into the drive of our big house. Daddy has not said one word to me on the way home. He was very quiet. I know he is mad, but I could not help myself. I was horny, and I wanted him right then. I wonder what he will do to me. Maybe he will give me a good spanking and then fuck me. Daddy parks the car. He looks at me and stares for a moment with his beautiful eyes. I love his eyes. I look down and notice he left his pants unzipped. Hmmm, I wonder why he did that. Is he that mad?

“You raised me to be ashamed of my own body? Stellar parenting. I’m not possessed. I’m just horny. There’s a difference.” Dad slammed the Bible onto my dresser with a heavy thud. “We’ve prayed. We’ve fasted. This is beyond us now. Father Francis is the only one strong enough. We’re taking you for deliverance tonight.” Father Francis. A wicked thrill shot through me. I’d noticed him at Mass—tall, broad-shouldered beneath those robes, with a deep, resonant voice and intense eyes that looked like they carried the weight of every secret sin in the parish. Early forties, handsome in that tortured, celibate way. The kind of man who probably hadn’t touched a woman in years.

It’s a sin to moan out your mother’s husband’s name while masturbating until that husband is George, and he’s doing the exact same thing behind his locked study door. "On your knees, Daddy!" I growled with full authority. A sly smirk touches my lips as I look down at him, stepping closer. "Watch me do exactly as I did last night when I was busy touching myself thinking about you." A dark hunger flares in his eyes. "As you wish, your highness," he murmurs, lowering himself onto both knees right in front of me on the floor. WARNING: TURN BACK NOW. This book is strictly 18+ and absolutely NOT for the innocent. You have one last chance to run, because once you click Chapter 1, there’