Sky Daddy Novels & Stories

“These tits are perfect. So young and full. Been staring at them in the mirror the whole ride. You like when Daddy sucks on them, Juniper?” The word “Daddy” made my pussy clench hard. “Yes… Daddy. I like it so much. Do not stop sucking them.” I held his head to my chest, fingers in his silver-streaked hair as he feasted on my breasts. He licked, sucked, and nibbled until both nipples were swollen and aching.

I’ve had the same guilty pleasure for almost three years now. His performer name is “Dominant Daddy Rex.” Early forties, tall, built like he spends half his life in the gym, salt-and-pepper hair always perfectly messy, deep voice that could melt steel. Every video is pure older-man fantasy: rough, possessive, filthy breeding talk that makes me come harder than anything else on the site. I’ve subscribed to his premium page since I turned eighteen, bought every PPV, left thirsty comments under a fake username he’s actually replied to a few times. Pathetic? Maybe. But nobody knows. It’s my secret escape.

He approached me and then put something in my mouth , not after grabbing the whip . I had always thought about having a bdsm but I think this was it . He walks to me and then sulks gently on my earlobe down to my neck . I groaned in frustration of not being able to touch him or do anything . I could onjy hang on to the top and wait for his judgement. He slowly lets his hands go down on my body while sulking my neck . Suddenly he pulled away and ripped off my panties .

I whispered. He pulled my knee up and pounded into me that a gasp left my lips. Damn this man! "Is it still not because of me?" "Yes...Yes..." I cried out when he went on faster. "Yes what?" His hold on my neck tightened. "Say it," He pulled in and out of me relentlessly. "Yes Daddy!" "Daddy what?" "Yes Daddy fuck me!" And the look on his eyes was enough to send more pleasure down my already wet pussy. ** Sophia I rested my head against Damian's chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.

’ but I guess he just went with the flow after understanding the situation. “ Sorry honey”. “ And who might this be?” I asked, turning around and pretending that I had just seen the beautiful idiot. “ Honey this is Miss Sasha Banks, an employee at my company. Miss Sasha, meet my lovely husband, Mr Middleton, the CEO of T.K group”, Hazel said, a hint of pride in him as he said ‘ my lovely husband’ and just hearing him say that in that way made the butterflies in my tummy to hatch.

It stopped turning a profit and the owner was filing for bankruptcy. In the early days of the company, Andrew, Jackso, Joshua, Arielle and I used to come here to celebrate very little win over shots of Vodka and meat bits. We would rent a private cubicle in the upper floors at exorbitant prices then. We would spend the night drinking and singing off key into the karaoke machine. The only person sober was the designated driver which Andrew almost always volunteered to be.

Sugar daddy: Good, what do you have for daddy, it's been a while. My face turned red in excitement as I screamed into my pillow, I picked up my phone and saw he was now video-chatting me but I couldn't see his face as usual, he was in his robe as he slowly played with his dick, it felt unusual at first as he had never done that before but I didn't mind. Sugar daddy: I want to see yours I smiled, taking off my clothes slowly and slowly, opening my legs revealing my already wet clit, I didn't care anymore. I was craving this man and it was driving me crazy. I slowly stretched out my hand as I slowly rubbed myself and let out a presentable moan.

This is for Zandra. XXX

she hisses against my lips. All control snaps as I bite into the exposed flesh of her neck until I can taste the copper twang of her blood. “That’s enough!” Ryder barks sharply, causing us all to face him. “Jase and Ransom sitting in a tree K-I-S-S-I-N Carley. First comes Daddy, then comes the Hound, then they will put all the motherfuckers in the ground!” Sidhe sings. “Damn it, Jaxson,” Ryder growls at his paramour.

I reached into the receiving slot, felt around for the snack, gripped it and brought it out, presenting it to my clueless acquaintance. "Th... Thank you." He said, accepting the bag of chips. "I'm Maddie." I offered. "Maddison Skye." He smiled at me. "I'm Shawn. Shawn Vanderbilt." My eyes widened in shock. "Y... You... You're–" He rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly, smiling shyly. "I know I know. I'm the son of the wealthiest man in New York City." My jaw dropped. "You are?!"