Spider-man Daddy Novels & Stories

“I’m your daddy. And you’re my spoiled little omega who needs to be fucked full every single day. Look at this greedy hole, still sucking me in even after I already filled you once.” I moaned loudly, wrapping my legs around his waist. “Yes— Daddy, please. Harder.” Dante’s eyes flashed with pure lust. He gripped my hips and pounded into me, the wet, filthy sound of my slick echoing in the office. “You want daddy to breed you? Want me to pump this tight little cunt full until you’re dripping for days? I’m going to keep you so full of my cum you’ll smell like me everywhere you go.” I was seeing stars already, crying out with every thrust. “Please— I want it. Fill me up, Daddy. Breed me. I want

"You do, Daddy." "That’s right," Adrian growled softly, his silver eyes flashing with a wild, possessive fire as he stared out at the towering New York skyscrapers passing by his window. He was a man being systematically stripped of his billions, a man facing decades in a federal cage, but hearing his son’s voice reminded him exactly why he had built his bloody empire in the first place. "I own those mountains, and I own the men standing guard outside your door. Nobody gets past them, Aiden. Nobody touches my house. I want you to go back to the kitchen, eat your lunch, and protect your stuffed bear until Mommy and I get back tonight. Can you do that for me?"

I smiled despite myself. “I need to stop at Yoda,” Mom suddenly announced. “What for?” “I need to buy pasta.” “We have three packs at home.” Dad said. “I know.” “So… why are we buying more?” “Because I want to.” Dad sighed dramatically. “Amanda, we’ve barely picked Sierra up.” “It’ll only take five minutes.” He shot me a helpless glance in the rearview mirror. “See what I live with?” I laughed. “Just drive, Tony.” With the long-suffering patience of a man who had clearly lost this argument many times before, Dad flicked on the indicator and took the next turn toward Yoda Mart.

he dropped the bombshell and hazel eyes raked hot fingers on my skin. Liquid anger trickled into my brain, and my nails dug into the inside of my hand, drawing blood from small crescent holes. "My belief is he is not alone. He has somebody in the background who is prompting him to do his dirty work'' Dada continued, "How much money is gone?" Daddy asked not looking up from his phone. A robotic 'sweet' trickled out of his speaker, and I almost reached into my chest and dug out my heart at the idea of him playing Candy Crush right now.

Previously On Daddy is a rich CEO. She climbed the stairs for what seemed like minutes with tiredness and finally got to the sitting room and she heaved a sigh of relief that she was almost out of this place. She felt relieved to leave the house of her boss and go back to her house to meet her children. Even if she didn't have a perfect bathroom, or even a bathtub, she was still happy she got to hang out with her two most favorite person in the world, her kids!!

I yank my hand from Sydney's as if it has been burnt and look at Sydney with large eyes. "I'm breaking Omerta by telling you this." Sydney says with a sigh. "My dad leads the American Mafia and it has been my life since I was born. To be honest, I've never been thrilled about it." His eyes show a sadness and my heart breaks. "You can talk to me. I hope you know that." Sydney looks at me for a while. "You want me to be open to you and yet you don't trust me. I know you warned your soulmate about me coming with you here." He pauses with a grin. "You were pretty obvious."

Kendra POV Daddy snuggles me in his arms. I am so scared of that man that came to visit. It was horrifying. Daddy said he would take care of me and not to be afraid. Now daddy is telling me that the man was a wolf and that my daddy is a wolf. I am so fearful of the man. Daddy rocks me and gives me my bottle to try to soothe me. I have such a big strong daddy. I have to trust he will protect me from the wolf. I think I might love my daddy.

Omar stated while giggling, with his fingers dancing along his mother’s arm. “I think your daddy’s costume was scary. Wasn’t he dressed like Deadpool?” Amy glanced down at her little boy, who shook his head. “No, daddy wore the Deadshot costume from Suicide Squad. His fake machine gun kept poking him in his butt.” Omar reminded his mom of more tragically funny things that happened that Halloween night.

Dad laughs. I grab some black jeans and under garments. When I open the Nike box, I am utterly shocked. These custom spiderman air force ones are everything I needed. I pull the shirt out of the box, and I am so giddy. It is a characteristic version of me and Onyx in spiderman suits. The back of the shirt says, “Spider gang” and has all of the families’ names on the back. I quickly get the shirt on and head out to the backyard where the party is in full swing.

"Yes... Yes, daddy. I want to have your cock and daddy's cock inside of me at the same time" "Oh fuck..." Daddy Luxuria spanked my ass and then groped it, squeezing tightly until it almost hurt. "I have always known you are a born whore but you never fucking cease to stop amazing me with much of a fucking whore you actually are" Daddy Luxuria grunted, his voice deep and yet irregular. It was obvious that he couldn't hold back for much longer anymore. He was going to have no choice than to come and spill that warm cum all over me. The thought of being filled with warm cum filled my head one more time. The thought of Daddy Luxuria's cum dripping out of my pussy and then Daddy Grayson's cock pu