All For… Daddy
“Daddy, please don't stop..." I begged, aching for one more thick finger stretching my dripping pussy.
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There are two mistakes a girl should never make.
One: comparing your daddy’s best friend’s cock to your boyfriend’s.
Two: actually fucking him.
I did something worse.
Daddy told me to email my résumé to his best friend because I’d been jobless for months. Drunk and reckless at 2 a.m., I sent Troy Reynolds something else instead—high-definition nudes of me spreading my soaked pussy, my tits squeezed together, tongue out, and begging for his cum.
I knew it was wrong. I’d wanted him since I was seventeen. But the universe handed me the match… and Troy lit the fire.
He never forgets.
Now he wants me. He wants me dripping with his cum, claimed, ruined, and marked with his name on every inch of my skin. He wants me crawling to him on my knees.
He fucked me. Then he hired me—not as his intern, but as his personal slut. His eager whore. His favorite fucktoy and willing little plaything.
And every time he buries himself deep inside me, he makes me moan the one word that seals my fate.
“Daddy.”
This is a box—a wicked little treasure chest overflowing with daddy kinks. K-I-N-K-S that twist and tease in the darkest corners of desire. Inside, you’ll find forbidden daddy taboo stories dripping with raw power and aching submission, where boundaries dissolve and hungry hands claim what’s theirs.
This book is not suitable for all readers.
It contains highly explicit scenes—100% raw sin and sex with zero plot to hide behind.
Keep your tissues close… you’re going to need them. .
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Chapter: Father’s Bodyguard… Piper. “You’re fucking mine…” “Come here…” he commanded, his voice rough and thick with raw need. He smacked my ass hard—left cheek first, then right—in a stinging double blow. Heat exploded across my skin in blooming red welts. The burn sank deep into my flesh, making my pussy clench tight with desperate hunger and drip fresh, hot slickness down my quivering thighs. “Take my fucking cock… make it yours, princess…” he growled, eyes blazing dark with pure lust, his gaze pinning me like prey. I spun quickly, still on my knees on the hood. His cock jutted out proud and demanding—still glazed with our mixed cum, thick veins throbbing angrily beneath the surface. He was already stroking it rough and fast, his big fist pumping from base to swollen tip. Fresh beads of precum oozed out, glistening in the low light. “Take it, princess… it’s all yours…” he urged. His free hand tangled deep in my hair, fingers twisting tight to guide my head closer, controlling every inch.
Last Updated: 2026-09-06
Chapter: Daddy’s Bodyguard… Piper. I twisted my head over my shoulder, my breath hitching as Axel’s zipper rasped open—slow and deliberate. He didn’t bother shoving his trousers down. They stayed bunched at his thighs, framing the thick, veined cock that sprang free. The angry red head already glistened with precum. It bobbed heavily, slapping against his abs before he fisted it. He dragged the crown from the cleft of my ass down through my soaked lips, parting them with a filthy glide that made me whimper. “Eyes on me, princess,” he growled, slapping the fat head against my clit once, twice—sharp, wet smacks that jolted through my core. “Watch how I ruin this virgin cunt.” I couldn’t look away. He notched himself at my entrance, teasing, circling, coating every inch of his length in my juices. “Beg for it,” he demanded, one hand still pinning my neck while the other gripped his shaft. “Please… fuck me, Axel… harder,” I sobbed, pushing back, ass grinding desperately against him. He thrust in on
Last Updated: 2026-09-06
Chapter: His Bodyguard… Piper. “Have I tasted these yet…?” he growled, eyes dropping to my chest. His fingers worked frantically at the buttons of my shirt until the fabric parted, revealing my bra. I ripped at his shirt in return, buttons flying everywhere, exposing his chiseled abs and that sharp V dipping low. His skin burned hot under my palms. We tossed our shirts aside. He groped one breast through the lace, squeezing rough and possessive. The sting melted into blazing pleasure. My head tilted back as a moan escaped me. He yanked the cup down without unhooking the bra, freeing both tits—perky, nipples hard and begging for attention. He grabbed the right one in one large hand, kneading it firmly while his thumb flicked the peak. At the same time, his mouth latched onto the left, sucking hard. His tongue swirled around the nipple in wet circles, teeth grazing just enough to spark fire. “Mmm… these too, princess… all mine,” he murmured against my skin. He switched sides, mouth devouring the
Last Updated: 2026-09-05
Chapter: Daddy’s Bodyguard… Piper. “Fuck… Axel…” I yelped, the sound ripping from my throat as he thrust two thick fingers in and out of my dripping pussy. He curled them hard against my front wall, hitting that swollen spot until stars exploded behind my eyes. The hood’s metal warmed under my back, but his fingers felt like fire—pumping relentlessly, knuckles dragging along my slick walls. Saliva and juices squelched obscenely with every plunge. My hips bucked wildly, chasing his rhythm while my thighs quivered in his iron grip. He yanked them out suddenly, leaving me empty and whining, my pussy clenching desperately around nothing. Before I could beg, he lowered his head. His hands clamped my thighs wider, spreading me open like a feast. His tongue dragged flat and slow up my slit—hot, wet pressure that sent shocks racing through my core. “Oh yes! Yeah… right there, please don’t stop…” I moaned, voice breaking. My fingers scraped across the hood for something to hold onto as pleasure coiled tig
Last Updated: 2026-09-05
Chapter: Please Fùck Me… Piper. He didn’t say a single word. He simply restarted the engine, and within minutes we pulled into the driveway at home. I figured Dad was out anyway, so I snatched my backpack and hopped out of the car without waiting for Axel to open the door. But his voice stopped me cold. “You’re forgetting this, princess…” he drawled, rough and languid, laced with smug amusement. What had I forgotten? My backpack hung over my shoulder and my shoes were on. What else? “What’s that?” I snapped, still facing away, cheeks burning. “Why don’t you turn around and see for yourself,” he taunted, that smirk dripping from every syllable. Heavy shame flooded my skin, but it only fed the ache. After flashing my pussy in the car and receiving nothing but silence, why did I still throb for him? My thighs were slick, wetness trailing down freely with no panties left to catch it. Oh god. I spun around. Axel leaned against the passenger door, my lace thong dangling from his fingers like a t
Last Updated: 2026-09-04
Chapter: My Daddy’s Bodyguard… Piper. I didn’t know if it was wrong to feel this way, but my body had turned into its own burning universe, heat pooling thick between my thighs and climbing hotter every single day. Alone in my room I couldn’t stop. My fingers plunged into my dripping pussy, thrusting deeper and harder as I chased that edge that kept slipping away. I pinched my nipples until they stung, twisting them until the ache shot straight down to my clit. I fucked myself frantic with my own hand, but it was never enough. It never even came close. I was eighteen. I shouldn’t have been this desperate, this filthy. My head screamed that it was wrong, yet my body betrayed every rule I had left, craving skin, heat, and him. Ever since Dad assigned Axel as my bodyguard, the ache had only gotten worse. I bought vibrators and dildos in every size—thick, veined, buzzing monsters—but they were hollow substitutes that left me emptier than before. My pussy ached for Axel’s cock. I wanted to swallow him whole.
Last Updated: 2026-09-03
Chapter: Wine Over Sex… Rhysand. It takes me twenty minutes before I realize Rain might not be honoring my invitation. My phone sits face-up on the table. The last text I sent her~~Still waiting on an answer, mushroom.~~has been read for twenty-three minutes…and counting. No reply. Not a single fucking dot. I run a hand through my hair, jaw tight. She’s not coming. The thought lodges in my chest like a blade. Did I try too hard? Maybe her mother has done something to make her stay away? Maybe she’s too tired to answer while I sit here like a fool with dinner getting cold and my cock aching for the only woman who can ruin me. Restless, I sling off my shirt, leaving only sweatpants slung low on my hips, the waistband barely clinging to my waist. The fabric does nothing to hide how hard I’m getting just thinking about her. The city lights bleed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, painting silver streaks across my apartment. I pace barefoot in front of the table I spent the last hour set
Last Updated: 2026-04-15
Chapter: Cupcakes… Rain. I break the hug with Caiden slowly, the warmth of his arms lingering on my skin even after I step back. The apartment suddenly feels smaller, the air heavier than it was when I walked in. I glance around—nothing looks obviously different. But something is off. The atmosphere is thick, tense, like the room is holding its breath. My eyes land on Crysta. She’s half sitting on the back of the couch, arms crossed, face pale in a way that has nothing to do with her usual foundation shade being too light. Normally, when a rich man walks into her orbit, her eyes light up like slot machines, lips curving into that predatory smile she thinks is seductive. She preens. She poses. She starts calculating how much she can squeeze out of him before he figures out she’s a leech. Right now she looks… small. Cornered. Her mouth is pressed into a thin line, eyes darting between Caiden and me like she’s waiting for a bomb to go off. It’s not normal. Not even a little. I turn back to
Last Updated: 2026-04-15
Chapter: Thorns… Caiden. The evening has cooled into that crisp, indifferent air that makes the city feel sharper around the edges. I ease my new Bentley to the curb in front of Rain’s building. The streetlights paint everything in sickly orange. I kill the engine and step out, the door closing with a soft thud behind me. The building looms ahead—five stories of faded brick and flickering entry lights, the kind of place that looks respectable enough during the day but turns tired and suspicious after dark. I wrinkle my nose as I breathe in the faint smell of exhaust, yesterday’s garbage outside and years of other people’s lives clinging to the air. It’s not exactly terrible—not by city standards—but it offends me on principle. Rain shouldn’t have to breathe this. She deserves light, clean air, high floors and an unlimited view. Much better than this. I balance the slim white box from the pastries in one hand and adjust the cuffs of my suit jacket with the other. It’s charcoal wool, I h
Last Updated: 2026-04-15
Chapter: Offices And Secrets… Rain. Caiden’s office is everything I expected and nothing like Rhysand’s. Where Rhysand’s building feels like a fortress with dark wood, sharp lines, cold glass walls that make you feel caged, Caiden’s is different. Sunlight pours through tall windows overlooking the river and slides over the company name mounted on the wall—Bluehorse Cyber Group. There’s a faint scent of cedar and coffee, and the space feels lived-in despite the little furniture. I’m sitting on the edge of one of the armchairs in the room, sketchpad open on my lap, pencil hovering over a half-finished mood board for his executive floor. It’s been a week since the sex in Rhysand’s car and though I haven’t said anything about his confessions and claim over me. I haven’t ignored him either. My phone buzzes in my hand and I check the text from him. ~~Thinking of you~~ I smile. My mind flashes back to the backseat of his car, and for a moment my thighs actually clench. ~~I’m busy with work, right n
Last Updated: 2026-04-15
Chapter: Backseat Heat… Rain. The fire in my chest feels like it’ll never quench. All the anger from finding out Crysta had gone to meet Rhysand. From reading the call logs and texts to Rhysand she thought she deleted. All the fear and rage had collided as I rushed to the cafe to stop whatever disaster was about to unfold. Now I’m pouring all that fear and rage on Rhysand. I rip off his belt and fling it away not caring where it lands. His hands pull roughly at my jeans and I lift off to aid him drag it down my thighs, my panties going with it. I wriggle free of it and kick them off, leaving my pussy bare and dripping. I return to my goal of getting his cock. I claw at his pants, dragging down enough for his cock to spring. My movements are impatient, jerky and so fucking desperate. After the morning we had yesterday, I didn’t think I’d back here so soon, needing him, wanting him inside me, hoping to burn with me. “Maybe we should—” I cut him off as I grip his cock in my hand and squeeze.
Last Updated: 2026-04-15
Chapter: Storms And Cafes.. Rhysand. The café Crysta picked sits on a quiet corner of the city, outdoor tables shaded by wide umbrellas that ripple in the late-afternoon breeze of the next day. I choose a table near the edge of the exit and wait. Crysta arrives ten minutes late, sauntering up in a tight sundress that clings in all the wrong ways for a “casual” meetup, her makeup heavy even in the daylight. She slides into the chair opposite me with a smile that’s all teeth, ordering a mimosa before I can even suggest coffee. Now she’s stirring the drink lazily, her eyes roaming over me like I’m on the menu. “You know, Rhysand,” she says, leaning forward so her cleavage strains against the fabric, “I’ve met a lot of men in my life. Powerful ones. Rich ones. But you… you’ve got that edge. Like you could break something without even trying.” Her foot brushes my calf under the table and lingers. I shift away, but she just laughs softly. “Rain never mentioned how intense you are. She’s so lucky. Always
Last Updated: 2026-04-15
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