Priest Daddy Book Novels & Stories

“Next time you come over, I’m using your mouth first. Then your cunt, then your ass. And you’re going to take all of it like the filthy little slut who got herself off in front of her sleeping father.” He let me go. I walked out to my car with his load still dripping/leaking down my thighs, the box of tools in my hands, and the deep, satisfying ache of being thoroughly fucked settling into my bones. That night at dinner, Dad asked how the drop-off went through. I said it was fine.

If my dad found this to be the best fit for our family, it must have been true. "It's my pleasure, Mr. Sanchez. I know that you have a lovely family. Well, as you also know, I am Father Boss." Blue eyes drew towards me and my mom as he introduced himself and turned, motioning for us to follow him. The father wore a traditional black cassock with a cape and, of course, white clerical collar around his neck to show his status. Just seeing the man made me feel so secure, as a priest should. He guided us to the front of the church, gesturing to his right at the hard wooden pews. "Please, it would be an honor if you would sit up front. At least for your first service," he commented.

He leaned down, his rough stubble scraping against Leo's cheek as he brought his mouth to the boy's ear. "You feel that, Leo?" the priest grunted, slamming his hips forward so hard the wooden bed frame cracked against the plaster wall. "You feel how deep your Priest Daddy is inside you? I am stretching you out. I am claiming you. When I pump my load into this tight little ass, you are going to be mine forever. You will walk around this church with my cum leaking out of you, and you will know that you belong to me." "Yes, Daddy, yes," Leo sobbed, his hole clenching desperately around the thick, pistoning shaft. The dirty words were pushing him over the edge faster than the physical sensations

There was something dangerous in the way he said it, something that made every nerve in my body snap to life. "Daddy," I whispered. A smile—or rather a smirk—curved up his lips. "Good girl." His hands worked their way up and pulled my jeans to my knees. I bit my bottom lip, feeling my core throb more just from the graze of his finger on my exposed thigh. "You're so wet for me already. Is this how much you want me?" I couldn't get any response out of my mouth because of how hot my body was—how aroused I felt. A voice in my head kept reminding me who Damian was. He was my father's best friend. But truth be told, I couldn't care less at that moment.

he ordered, starting a deep, punishing rhythm. “Please, Daddy! Fuck me harder!” Andrea moaned loudly, pushing back to meet his thrusts. “I need it so much. Don’t stop— I’m begging you!” Gabriel railed her relentlessly, his hips slapping loudly against her red, spanked ass. Every powerful stroke made her scream. “More, please! I’m so close again. Let me cum on your cock, Daddy. Please don’t edge me anymore!” He reached around and rubbed her clit in tight circles while pounding her. Andrea kept begging between broken moans:

Fear clawed at my chest, threatening to suffocate me. 'Mom, Dad, what's going on?' I tried to sound assertive, but my voice trembled. Mom's expression softened for an instant before hardening again. Mom : Priest Paul has revealed the truth, Amahle. {Her words cut deep} Priest Reign is the father. The room spun. What gave him the right?Priest Paul leaned forward, his eyes glinting with triumph. Priest Paul : Your child is a product of sin { he declared} An ABOMINATION

I asked "Uhmmm, road trip, you like those ?" I nod "But what about Daddy?" "Daddy won't be joining us, where we are going is the last place he'll want to be" _______Debbies POV_____ We finally arrived, at St Matthew Catholic Church I carry Precious on my arm and took her inside "Is this the child?" A priest with a rich grey head asked "Yes father, I don't know if you can help?" He looked at Precious and places his right hand on her head and quickly removes it

Priest gripped his hands and pinned them above his head and Danny winched when his skin brushed up against the hard surface. He watched numbly as Priest slowly brought his other hand to stroke his face as if committing the image into memory. "I can't believe my father has had you all to himself all your life!" He whispered, his voice held an edge to them and Danny feared what thoughts ran in the boy's mind. His words have just confirmed Danny's previous suspicion concerning Selene's knowledge about the forbidden relationship with his father. Maybe karma was out to punish him with another Williams. Was it something he did in his previous life?

Wet, filthy sounds every time his thick cock plunged into her tight pussy. Gabriel spanked her small, round ass repeatedly, his large hand leaving bright red handprints on her pale skin. “Fuck… yes…” Sophia moaned, her voice breaking. “Father… harder… please…” He spanked her again, harder this time, the sharp crack echoing through the room as he pounded into her from behind. His heavy balls slapped against her clit with every savage thrust. “You like that, don’t you?” he growled, gripping her hips tighter. “You like being fucked like a dirty little whore by your priest.”

I could feel his presence at my back—tall, warm, the faint rustle of his cassock as he moved closer. I kept reading, line after line about denying the body, about offering suffering to God, about the dangers of self-indulgence. My voice shook on the parts about “touching oneself in secret” and “fantasies that defile the soul.” By the time I reached the end of the first page I was breathing faster, nipples tight against my dress, the ache between my legs worse than it had been all day. Father Chris stepped around the table so I could see him. He leaned down, one hand resting on the open book, the other hanging loose at his side. His eyes locked on mine.