Books About Daddy And Daughter Novels & Stories

I was trying to impress her. “She has outgrown us now.” Mom said and I shook my head and planted a kiss on her cheek. “You know that’s not true. I’ve been swamped with work…are these for me?” “Yep.” My dad handed me the flowers with one hand and took my duffel bag with his other hand. “Did I tell you Hank is here?” We walked over to their Toyota Camry. “Yes mom, you mentioned.” Hank was her friend’s son, I can’t remember which one of her friends. She joined this book club where they spent half of their time drinking wine and the other half to matchmake their single kids. It was either that or gossiping about their married kids.

"Daddy's got you..." But tenderness was fleeting, he pulled away abruptly, settling beside her on the bed, his hand diving between her legs to rub her swollen clit in vague, teasing circles that had her hips bucking. His other hand mauled her breasts, pressing and twisting the soft mounds hard enough to make her cry out, body flinching in shock. "Ahh! Daddy, your hands... they're so rough on my tits!" she whimpered, back arching off the mattress as pain twisted into electric pleasure.

he whispered against my ear, his voice rough and low. I heaved a breath. My heart was thundering in my chest. "I'm sorry, Daddy," I said. "But—" "Shhh. There is no but." He placed his thumb over my lips, silencing me. His gaze drifted down my naked chest, his eyes widening. "Look at you. Your nipples are already so hard for me. You want this just as bad as I do." "I…," I breathed, my hands resting against his bare chest. It was always like this. No matter how much we fought, one touch from him destroyed my defense. I was addicted to the danger of him.

“You’ve been aching for Daddy to ruin you, haven’t you?” “Yes,” I moaned into his hand, legs wrapping tighter around him. “It’s yours… all yours.” He hit that perfect spot over and over, driving me closer to the edge. His thumb found my clit, rubbing fast circles while he fucked me deeper. “Come for me,” he commanded in a low, rough whisper. “Come on Daddy’s cock, but stay quiet. Don’t let them hear what a dirty girl you are for me.” The orgasm slammed into me hard. My walls clenched violently around him as waves of blinding pleasure crashed through me. I cried out against his palm, body shaking, back arching off the creaky bed.

Or… I couldn’t be sure about this assumption, but there were a few times that I would see something in her eyes that hinted toward her feeling more for me than a student admiring a cool adult, but I always pretended I didn’t see. Now, in this time and place, I thought I might have seen that look again, but just as quickly as it appeared, it disappeared, and I was left wondering if I was just imagining things. “Just give her time.” Darlene says now, snapping me out of my reverie. “I’m certain that soon enough you’ll be as close as a father and daughter should be.”

It was strange having someone my age as a stepdad. Filled with enthusiasm, Mom prepared a feast. Bryan had the beverages covered, and I recalled it was the same drink he tried to feed my mother that afternoon. “You’ve been busy, babe. Have something to drink.” Bryan handed Mom a drink. My skin crawled when he called Mom “babe”. The whole thing was just so bizarre. To give Mom and Bryan some space, I finished my dinner quickly and went to my room. While I was changing my clothes, Bryan opened the door to my bedroom.

The corner of Dante’s lips curled up the slightest bit. “Just a teensy, tiny little bit.” I chuckled, which didn’t help make my lie seem less than a lie. “Really? Just a teensy, tiny little bit?” He teased and lifted one of his brows. “Ok, so it was more than a tiny little bit.” I confessed. “I don’t really like saying it out loud because it feels like I’m betraying my mom. I love both of my parents a whole lot, but I’d say I’m a daddy’s girl because we could relate a lot to more things than my mom and I. Like my love for books. My dad was a book wizard and loved reading to me. My mom couldn’t go past the first page without falling asleep.”

"Okay, but if you get five onesies, I get to choose five books." "Deal." Five minutes later, Valeria was still shrieking at footie pajamas as Kc had made her way over to the parenting books, holding up "Daddy-ing For Dummies" with one raised skeptical brow. Why does this resemble a product of a man who's never cradled a baby?" he grumbled. "Because it likely is," said a voice from behind him. He turned to witness a fellow soon-to-be father rolling a cart full of suspiciously identical items.

Gael shakes his head. Gael Slater: My dad gave it to me. The boy shrugs moving around the desk. Halo Noel: Can I see it? Gael hands Halo the leather-bound book, reading the simple yet intricate title, impressed. Halo Noel: Tom Sawyer. He runs his right hand over the worn leather spine. Halo Noel: Is your father coming to pick you up? Halo checks his watch, notices the time, and sits up. - Usually, Gael would be the first to leave, as his father was never tardy. So, seeing the boy hanging back feels odd to the attentive teacher.

Now I've awakened here in the belly of a dark, dank container, and every depraved act man had perpetrated against man since the beginning of time played itself out in my head. That's the flip side to having a daddy who protects you from everything and tries his best to give you all the tools you'll need to stay safe. Some day he'll have to tell you just what the hell it is he's keeping you safe from. My daddy, being who he is, never sugar coated shit for his only daughter.