When Daddys Sleeping Novels & Stories

“He was demonstrating ‘the flip’ on the dance floor and dropped her.” Dad barked with laughter. “She woke up in hospital,” I continued, “and didn’t even know what country she was in.” We laughed together and it felt unexpectedly good. Better still was the silence afterwards. For once it didn’t feel strained or uncomfortable. Dad glanced sideways at me. He clearly wanted to say something but didn’t know how to begin. I remembered the “coming of age” talk he’d given me years ago. He’d announced he had something important to discuss and taken me walking through Kew Gardens. The outing alone had filled me with pride because we so rarely spent time together.

I caught up to Micah at the top of the staircase, his dinosaur-pajama butt already halfway down the steps. I trailed behind, tying my messy bedhead into a quick bun so I wouldn’t look completely feral when I hit the kitchen. And there they were. Mom and Dad. Being all… ugh. Lovey-dovey first thing in the morning. Gross. Dad had her backed up against the marble island, his arms looped around her waist while she laughed into his shoulder, coffee mug still in her hand. He was whispering something in her ear that made her swat at him playfully, her robe slipping off one shoulder.

Tears stung my eyes, but I blinked them away. “You hear me, Daddy?” I said loudly, knowing the mic would carry my voice. “I’m not scared. I’m wet just thinking about you breaking these straps and coming to get me. So do it. Come claim what’s yours.” A low, dangerous chuckle came from the speaker in Mark’s room. Even strapped down, he smiled — that dark, predatory smile that always made my thighs clench. “That’s my girl,” he murmured, voice rough. “Keep that fire, little bird. I’m coming.”

Dawn blinked, not fully grasping what Dylan said. "Now go to bed, sweetie. Your father is home," Tatiana said. "Goodnight, Mom, Dad. I love you so much," Dylan yawned and left for his room. However, Dawn wrapped her tiny arms around Cassius's neck. She mumbled with sleepy eyes, "I want to sleep in Daddy's arms. I miss daddy." Tatiana's eyes welled up at the sight. She was getting emotional again. Dawn fell asleep within two minutes and was taken to bed with the help of Butler Conrad.

"Little mouse thought she could run from us, but look at her now—spread open, begging, taking every inch like she was made for it." My toes curled as Caspian's deep octave sent shockwaves through my body. Zavian's hand wrapped around my throat, squeezing just enough to steal my breath. "Tell him how good it feels, pet. Tell him who owns this body now." *** I didn't mean to surrender to them, but I did. And one night of reckless abandon,born from heartbreak and humiliation, suddenly became my new addiction. It should have been nothing but a drunken mistake… but what happens when your biggest mistake refuses to let you go? When the men who once made you cry now make you scream their nam

The morning sunlight streamed through the tall windows, warm but unforgiving. I rubbed my temples, trying to shake off the lingering tension from last night. Damien was still asleep, sprawled on the couch, the quiet rise and fall of his chest somehow grounding me even after everything—the party, Selena’s rage, the chaos of the pack.

Her knees buckled and her legs weakened. No one had ever made her feel this way. No one… no one in the entire world had ever made her cum in the span of two seconds. A feeling of exhaustion washed over her body and she let out a soft exhale. She shouldn’t fall asleep. For safety reasons at least, but her eyes blurred and her lashes dropped closed. Damian’s eyes remained on hers, watching every moment till she fell asleep. His lips curled and an unbidden scoff slipped past his mouth. Did she just fall asleep?

compliment from my bestie's dad? He adjusts my neck and pats my bare shoulders. "Now let's take you home". Yes daddy, take me home! Then I fell asleep. Only to be startled awake when I feel my back dropping to the fluffy three seater couch in their tiny living room. "Mr Martinez?" "Sweetheart, you're awake. I'm sorry I woke you" he says as he pats my hair, making me fight to stay back awake. But we are just too close for me to want to lose myself to sleep.

Life without war and problems is like paradise in a deserted place. Daddy Damon lay me on the bed gently. As I removed my clothes, being fully naked. He gives my clit a quick kiss as he lay beside me too and wrap ourselves with a blanket. My eyes closed in delight as I felt his wet lips kissing my forehead. “Goodnight son,” I kissed him on the lips and clutched his dick quickly. “Good night too, Daddy. I love you,” he chuckled. Daddy grabbed my hand back and wrapped it on his big screw. Soon then, we both fell into a deep slumber with a smile on our lips. *****

I could see it now—the outline of his cock straining against his sleep pants, the dark spot where he was leaking, the way the fabric tented obscenely. “You want more than my fingers, don’t you Daddy?” I whispered hotly. “Don’t say things like that. Fuck,” He groaned, and then cursed. “But, you’re so wet, Daddy,” I kept my voice low, teasing, filthy. Pressing my thumb against the head again, feeling even more wetness seep through. My eyes were focused on Daddy’s face which was contorted with pleasure he was trying so hard to fight. “Is this all for me? Have you been this hard every night? Lying next to me, leaking into your pants, desperate to be inside me?”