Young Dad Novels & Stories

Daddy Grayson said to me. "I can... I will" I assured him and he pulled the car door open. "Then let's get back home and prep you." * "Hmm... Yesss!" I was bouncing up and down on Daddy Grayson's cock as daddy Luxuria parked the car. My grip on Daddy Grayson's shoulders was firm as I moved my hips, rocking him and grinding him whenever my legs felt tired. That fat cock was drilling my cunt so good and nothing felt better than the moments Daddy Grayson would snap, thrusting up into my cunt for a while and having me scream on top of him and cream all over his cock before letting me ride him again.

This cause Yan Yang's hazel eyes, to nearly pop out of their sockets. What? The little boy yesterday and her boss had......... A father and son relationship??

"What do you mean? Wouldn't you appreciate it more if I don't marry your nephew in the first place?" Cassian scoffed and shrugged his head. Catherine noticed how his hold on the steering wheel tightened as he didn't spare her any of his stares. Catherine took time to examine and appreciate his features. This was the first time that she got to look at him this close. It was scary... yet, enchanting at the same time. He was already in his mid-20s, and yet, he still looked young and desirable for any woman younger than his age. Catherine took in a sharp breath and decided to snap out of the dirty thoughts.

I question, because the way he made it sound is that he always spends time with his wife and kid and all family man, but now they saying that he is a workaholic. "Yeah, no he never really spent time with them, he was always trying to find ways to find you and your father, always obsessing over making you the Don and taking down your father, but now that you're here it's like he has calmed down a lot" Grandma sadly states as she plays with my hair. "Wow didn't think Mr. I am a family, man lied about always love spending all the time with them, but oh well, can't blame a workaholic when it comes to working" I say dismissing the topic.

Two people at a table, both of them learning what this is, the specific shape of a thing neither of them has had before and both of them needed. This is what a father is. This specific thing, right here.. a cup of ginger tea placed without being asked, a nod that receives enormous things without flinching, two words that mean I will hold this with you. I don't want to do it alone anymore. I heard myself say it and thought.. that's new. That's the first genuinely new thing I've said in years.

"What type of man was my dad? Please tell me the truth. I am an adult and you don't need to sugarcoat things for me" "Why do you suddenly want to know?" "I just want to... It's normal to want to know about him, right?" "Right. I shouldn't even have asked that question. He was a pretty good man, trust me. He was a bit stubborn though, wouldn't listen to a lot of people. He was wild too, he would do things without thinking about the consequences thoroughly but he loved your mother and he loved you too. A whole lot" he replied. "My mum loved him too. She still does"

Dad smiles at me with a thoughtful look on his face. Alpha Elias Dolivo is not just my dad and the Alpha of the Invictus Pack, he’s my idol and he’s been my greatest cheerleader since before I was even born. Dad is forty-eight years old, has blonde hair styled with a buzz cut, is 6’5” with chestnut eyes and off-white skin. Dad still works out like crazy so he’s just solid muscle from head to toe, which is pretty common for Alphas. I got my hair colour and my personality from my dad, the rest I got from my mum.

“You’ve got a black jacket! That’s always cool!” I shook my head, smiling as I walked slowly toward them. Mom looped her arm through mine. Pascha lowered Max a bit and turned toward my dad. “Max, look. This—” He gesturing to the man standing a few feet behind me, Papa. “Grandpa?” Max tilted his head, inspecting my father with the brutally honest curiosity only a child could get away with. “He looks like a secret boss!” Papa laughed. Pascha smirked. “He is a boss. But also… your grandpa. Mommy’s Papa.”

Dad apologizes sarcastically. "With this handsomeness, you didn't notice me?! Father, you're really old, your eyesight got worse," Drake said in disbelief. Tsk. He is so boastful. "You are handsome?" Dad asked in disbelief and looked at Drake from head to toe and scoffed. "Oh please drake! Stop joking around, it ain't funny. You're the one who has poor eyesight. I'm even more handsome than you" said father and smirked at Drake "Father, don't fool me. We all know that among the two of us I'm more handsome than you because I'm the youngest. You don't have any appeal anymore. So I won't be surprised if one day mother replaces you for a younger one." Drake mocked dad.