Age Gap Daddy Romance Books Novels & Stories

Half an hour later, Old Mister Hough hummed a tune with satisfaction, carried his small package, got in the car, and went back to Hough Mansion. Naomi turned her head, showing no expression, and stared at Mister Daddy, who was smiling. "How do I feel that you teamed up with grandpa to fool me?" "You don't want to marry me?" Jack turned sideways and looked at her with serious eyes. "No..." Mister Daddy was so direct that Naomi suddenly choked. "We just confessed our love a few days ago, so I haven't really enjoyed our love relationship yet, and you haven't even proposed seriously, but now I'm going to marry you..."

She wanted to taste him so bad her mouth was practically watering. "Can I taste it, daddy?" Roe asked, her voice thick and trembling, practically drooling as her eyes remained glued to his heavy length. Elijah let out a low, gravelly chuckle, his dark gaze locked onto her ruined, begging expression. "Say no more... Daddy's cock is all yours tonight." He stepped away from the side of the table and walked with slow, deliberate strides until he stood directly at the head of the mahogany desk, towering right above her.

Excitement rippled through me, my nipples, now rock hard, ached even more, and my thighs clenched. “Please… daddy.” His grip on my shoulders tightened. “Don't..” he hissed. “Don't fucking do that.” I smiled. “I want you to fuck me, daddy.” “If you call me that one more time, Lora.” He paused, his breathing heavy, every breath filled with failing reatraint and desire that had been locked away for a very long time. “Then I might not be able to control what happens next.” “Please, daddy.. fuck me.”

Isabella managed to mutter in between her moans. “Yes, babygirl. Cum. Cum for daddy. Fill your daddy’s mouth with your sweet cum.” His muffled voice came and his movement became more ferocious and within seconds she came, filling his mouth wholly. He drank her each and every drop of cum and finally hovered her, aligning his dick on her hole. “Ready to be filled by daddy again, babygirl?” “Ye… Yes, daddy.” Isabella replied, breathing heavily.

Warning: This book series has lots of steamy scenes and you are in for a hot thrilling ride. Blurb “I will mark every inch of your body, gag and pin you while filling you up with my c*m and watching you writhe in pleasure under me. Something I am sure that loser could never do.” He smirked. ** ** ** Still reeling from the humiliation of a horrible break up from her ex and her parents’ divorce, Isadora Kingsford decides to stay with her best friend over the holidays just to get over the hurt however what she didn't prepare for was lusting after Tristan Kavanaugh—her best friend’s sinfully attractive father.

I paused, breathing faster. “Father—” “I prefer Daddy,” he cut in, his voice suddenly darker, rougher, like velvet dragged over gravel. I could hear the shift in his breathing — heavier, hungrier. “Daddy…” I breathed, the word tasting sinful on my tongue. “Those are my sins.” “Tell me more,” he said, leaning closer to the lattice. “Show me how deep that hunger runs. Touch yourself right now, like you do when you’re alone thinking about that neighbor’s cock. Let me hear how wet you get for it.”

“Excuse me? Of course he's too old for me, I don't want him. What are you even talking about? Look, Brittany, I'm too tired for this conversation.” I tried to play it off, to end it, so it won't reach ears it shouldn't reach. My father can't know, he can't find out. He can't even imagine such a thing. But in other news, her advice is crazy, so rich coming from her. She literally married my dad. Their age gap is even worse. If I didn't see and witness how shy and nervous she gets around him and how madly in love dad was with her, I would've sworn she's just a gold digger, but she genuinely doesn't seem to care about his money, which is a first.

I closed my eyes, a dangerous, forbidden thrill rushing through my veins. Slowly, I turned my head on the pillow to face him. Our faces were mere inches apart. In the faint, early dawn light filtering through the sheer curtains, I could see the relaxed lines of his face, the silver in his beard, the long sweep of his eyelashes. He looked younger when he slept, stripped of the heavy armor of the ruthless businessman. I leaned in just a tiny bit closer, my eyes tracing the perfect shape of his mouth, completely mesmerized. Suddenly, Vincent’s chest rose with a deep, sudden breath. His eyelashes fluttered, and his dark eyes slowly opened.

The thin fabric ripped and dropped to the ground between her heels. Working my mouth slowly up her body again, I slipped a finger inside her slick, wet heat. Her whimper had a shiver traveling down my spine, tightening my balls. "Íosa, Quinn! You are perfect." "Lachlan," she gasped, meeting my kiss with a desperate passion. My finger glided smoothly within her, and I added a second, feeling the wet, tight heat of her channel encompass me. I leaned in, our lips locked, as I began to establish a steady rhythm. Her hips matched my stroking, and I could feel the tension coiling within her.

The sheer domesticity of the plan was a jarring, beautiful contrast. "Kids?" Thea whispered, her dark eyes widening slightly, though the spark of fierce joy in them was unmistakable. "Yes," I growled, a dark, possessive heat suddenly flaring in my chest. I leaned in closer, my gaze dropping to her lips before snapping back to her eyes. "I know math, little bird. I know the ten-year age gap the media is so obsessed with. I know I am thirty-five. I am not getting any younger." I let a low, dangerous smirk touch my lips, the feral beast inside me purring at the thought of claiming her so absolutely that the rest of the world would never dare look at her again.