You Yo Daddy's Son Novels & Stories

“Tristan… it’s so embarrassing……” He chuckled darkly, spanking my ass hard under the blanket. “Embarrassing? You love it. Your pussy is dripping down my balls right now. So wet because everyone knows you’re Daddy’s fucktoy.” He rubbed my clit faster, thrusting up to meet my bounces. “This tight little cunt is obsessed with me. Say it. Tell Daddy who owns you.” “You… you own me,” I whimpered, my voice breaking as another orgasm built rapidly. “Only you, Daddy. Please… I’m going to cum again-”

Hearing this Anya frowned, “He… is your daddy.” “Really? No way!” “Mommy, are you joking with us? How can this bad man be our daddy?” Jason said seriously, “Mommy, did he bully you again?” When I saw those little two guys whispering around Anya, my face darkened as I opened my arms, “Call me Daddy!” “Oh, no, you are not our daddy. I don’t want to call you Daddy!” “Jason, I didn’t expect Evan Carter wants to be our daddy!”

The new intern had a habit of calling my husband "Daddy." "Daddy, I am having the worst luck today. Could you please go buy me some feminine products?" "Daddy, I cannot get the zipper on my dress unstuck. Can you help me?" "Daddy, why do you not have my hair tie around your wrist? I think you deserve a punishment. Wear two. Pink ones, okay?" I frowned as irritation simmered beneath the surface. My husband waved it off with a casual smile. "She is just being playful. Do not take it seriously. She is young and enjoying the novelty. She will get over it soon enough." I said nothing. I waited until the night of the company’s annual gala. She suddenly stumbled in front of everyone and fe

I'm not innocent, I already killed someone before but I'm trying my best to be clean as much as possible. "Just fucking do your thing and meet me here at the hotel that I'm staying. Find where in hell the Maxwell is hiding right now." I said and immediately hung up on him because I don't want to hear him laughing at my frustrations. I quickly put on my boxer brief, my plain-white shirt, and my pants. I looked at my reflection in front of the full-length mirror and I couldn't help but gasp when I saw the bruised on the side of my neck, it was all my father's fault. We're doing a sparring yesterday and he was a bit aggressive that I thought he forgot that I'm still a fucking human and not the

I was the PREDATOR, and she was my PREY. Father wants us to have her sexually, and I'm pleased with that even though I'm still against the matrimony pact. “…I and my son wanna have you, you will be our nooky PLAYTHING and nothing else!" My father asserted, his face stern and indifferent. It was a bolt out of the blue for Gabrielle as she widely gasped, shrinking!

“—tell me who’s your daddy.” The next thrust was brutal, deliberate, grinding deep enough that I saw stars. “You are,” I sobbed out, voice cracking. “You are my daddy—” “Louder.” He punctuated the word with another punishing drive of his hips, spanking me again—harder—while he kept fucking me without mercy. My ass burned, my pussy throbbed, every nerve screaming in the best way. “You’re my daddy—oh God—Mr. William you’re my daddy—” The words spilled out between screams, high and desperate, my whole body shaking like I might fly apart.

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.

Zayn (crying) Zayn : the beautiful word is dad... Yes dad I'm gonna be best dad in this world (shouting again like crazy)...

I think I am a terrible father… “Mummy, why is the bad guy eating with us?” The boy suddenly asked. “Who is the bad guy? There is no bad guy here?” Katalina almost choked at his words, then scoffed at him. “He is the bad guy!” David pointed at me. “He made Mummy cry. He is a bad guy. He is not my Daddy. I want Uncle Hoseok to be my Daddy.” Stung, I raised my eyebrows at Katalina, wondering why my son would take a fancy to Hoseok to the point of wanting him as a Daddy.

“Don’t worry, kid. Daddy’s not done with you. Not even close. I’m going to fuck that tight little ass of yours until you can’t walk straight. I’m going to breed you until you’re carrying my baby. You’re going to be mine, Leo. All of you.” He stood up and held out his hand. I took it, and he pulled me up. He led me to the bedroom, his hand on my back, owning me. I was his. His son, his heir, his toy. And when he put me on the soft bed and opened my legs, I knew I was right where I was supposed to be: on my back, ready to be fucked and bred by my Daddy.