Age Gap Daddy Romance Books Novels & Stories

He closed the distance between us in two steps, his hands slamming onto the counter on either side of my hips, caging me in. "You know what happens to naughty girls, don't you?" My breath caught at the heat radiating from his body. "No," I said, my voice barely a whisper. "Tell me." "Naughty girls get punished." The words sent a thrill through me, straight to my core. I could feel myself getting wet, my pussy aching for him, for his touch, for his cock. "Then what are you waiting for, Daddy?" I asked, reaching up to touch his face.

God, he was already so hard for me. “Daddy…” I whispered, my voice needy and breaking as I kissed along his spine, tasting the salty sweat on his warm skin. “I’m so fucking horny. Please fuck me, Daddy. I need it.” A low, dangerous chuckle rumbled out of his chest, vibrating against my tits. He turned around slowly, towering over me, those diamond eyes staring down with pure hunger. I looked up at him, my own eyes full of raw lust and desperate need, biting my lip hard.

More of him owning me completely. When we reached his private office, Daddy turned and locked the door. The heavy click sent a fresh throb straight between my dripping thighs. “Come here, baby girl,” he said, standing tall and powerful right in the middle of the room. I walked to him on shaky legs and looked up. Daddy looked so commanding like this — broad shoulders filling out his scrubs, jaw tight with lust, eyes dark with possession. He was twice my age, my mother’s husband, and right now he was staring at me like I was his favorite secret sin.

he muttered sleepily, his hot breath leaving tingles on the nape of her neck. His cock, already half hard, laid heavy and thick against the cleft of her plump ass through his thin boxers. “Been too fucking long since I buried myself in tight young cunt. You’re going to make daddy cum just from cuddling, you know that?” Cain harped on in his sleep. What nineteen year old wouldn't swoon at the way daddy held her these days? At the things he said to her. Whether he was aware of it or not. Diane fancied herself very much in love. With her own step daddy.

Sophie cried out, gripping the sheets. “Fuck—Daddy, it’s so much—” “You can take it,” he growled, starting a deep, rolling rhythm. One hand fisted her hair, the other reached around to rub her clit. “This weekend I’m going to ruin every hole. Fill you until you forget what it feels like to be empty.” The daddy/little dynamic deepened with every thrust. He made her call him Daddy with every stroke, praising her prettiness, her obedience, how perfectly her body gripped him.

I muttered with determination to myself. My eyes flashed with excitement as a thought appeared in my mind. My eyes narrowed with sensuality and shyness. Dante, Dante… I chucked at the mutters of the name that enchanted me and made me weak in the soul every time. “A fiancé?” I scoffed, “Let's see if you can resist me when I sneak in and make you see the woman you rejected years ago. You said you don't do kids, so now that I’ve become a full adult and even learnt how to pleasure you, I want to know who you would choose.” I said and mischievousness filled my brain.

***AUTHOR'S NOTE*** Hi lovely Readers, here's the author. Thank you for reading to the end of this book, and a new book is about to start. Title: "Your Daddy, My Obsession." JANUARY How does one go about seducing their almost father-in-law? I really, truly do not recommend doing an internet search. The results are heavy on p**n and light on answers. In the end, I’m left to my own devices.

“These tits are perfect. So young and full. Been staring at them in the mirror the whole ride. You like when Daddy sucks on them, Juniper?” The word “Daddy” made my pussy clench hard. “Yes… Daddy. I like it so much. Do not stop sucking them.” I held his head to my chest, fingers in his silver-streaked hair as he feasted on my breasts. He licked, sucked, and nibbled until both nipples were swollen and aching.

And she had just agreed to become his wife. “I’m twice your age,” he said, his voice gravel and steel. “You sure you’re not looking for a sugar daddy?” Aria’s mouth curved in a slow, wicked smile. “If I was, I’d pick someone who didn’t glare like he’s two seconds away from devouring me whole.” He did glare. Mostly to hide the fact that the idea didn’t repulse him. No, it tempted him. “Why?” he asked, genuinely curious. She shrugged. “You need a wife to shut up your board. I need a new life. Let’s stop pretending it’s more complicated than that.”

“I know. I’m just saying that there’s a fat chance we won’t run into each other again.” “We can find a way to make it work. Don’t you agree?” I pause for a minute to gather my thoughts. Apart from being stunning, he’s decent and a perfect gentleman. When I fell into his arms, he didn’t allow his hand to drift past my waist. Most men would have grabbed the chance to feel me up and grind into my backside. But he’s old. Old like my dad, perhaps even more than dad. “How old are you?” “I’m 45.” He says without hesitation.