Books About Daddy And Daughter Novels & Stories

It was the first she hadn't seen her father for that long. "Honey, daddy is at work. He will be home soon," I lulled her although it was only early in the afternoon. "I want to see daddy," she sounded so gloomy and I did not expect for her tears to fall. I was a bit worried that she might throw a tantrum sooner. I couldn't blame her to feel that way because Denver spoilt her with his time since we lived together. The two of them were very much attached to each other and their bond was unbreakable. Honestly, I felt Catie had gotten closer to him than to me. Nevertheless, I got no complaints about it. I knew that theoretically, the father and daughter connections are stronger compared to mothe

He is a monster who wears a handsome face. Tears dropped onto the page, smudging the ink. She tried so hard. She was going to save me. And I’m here… letting him fuck me every day while I carry his baby. What would she think if she could see me now? Her daughter, collared and addicted to the man who probably killed her. The bathroom door opened. Daddy stepped out with a towel around his waist, water still dripping down his muscular chest. His eyes immediately landed on the diary in my hands.

My father sold me on a Tuesday. Not literally. He didn’t wrap me in brown paper and hand me across a counter. But when a man owes two million dollars to the kind of people who collect debts with pliers and blowtorches, and the only asset he has left is a twenty-four-year-old daughter with a smart mouth and a spine made of spite, the math does itself.

I didn’t want to love him anymore. When Flora heard this, she looked disappointed. She pulled my sleeve and said cutely. “Mommy, Daddy’s so good. He’s handsome and gentle. Why did you leave Daddy? A good man like Daddy is the best Daddy in the world. It’s not easy to find such a good man!” When I heard this, my face darkened. It was said that daughters would be closer to their fathers. It seemed that this was indeed the case. My daughter had only been with him for a few days, but she had already “betrayed” me so easily.

His cock bobs back and forth as daddy strains his cock and fights the rush of pleasure. “Now take care of me right. I'm your only daughter after all.” I shuffle back to my original position, curving my back into daddy. But as I push back into him, I push his cock down so that my ass sits on top of it, leaving it pressed against the taint between my ass and pussy. When daddy leans into me, his cock pushes forward, his bulbous head splitting my lips low from behind. I squirm, the contact sharp and surprising.

I leaned in, my eyes locked onto his lips, and whispered: "Protective like a stepfather—or jealous like a man?"

Kendra POV Daddy snuggles me in his arms. I am so scared of that man that came to visit. It was horrifying. Daddy said he would take care of me and not to be afraid. Now daddy is telling me that the man was a wolf and that my daddy is a wolf. I am so fearful of the man. Daddy rocks me and gives me my bottle to try to soothe me. I have such a big strong daddy. I have to trust he will protect me from the wolf. I think I might love my daddy.

My nipples were erect and standing at the attention of Daddy. “Oh Daddy! Don’t look at my boobs! Don’t look! Oh Daddy… please look! Please check out my nipples! Please suck them!” My emotions were torn in both directions. I felt bad and wrong that Daddy was using my body and punishing my body in such a sexual way. This was DADDY after all. Father and daughter are not supposed to do such depraved acts! But I wanted it badly. I wanted Daddy to abuse me and have his way with me.

Dad's hammer echoed faintly, but it felt miles away. His lips curved into a smirk, eyes darkening. "I never doubted that. Your resilience... it's one of the things that draws me in. Watching you take on these beasts, unflinching. Makes a man wonder what else you can handle unflinchingly. I wish I had a daughter like you." His last words “A daughter like you” broke my heart, what did he even mean?

“You’re so big, Daddy.” He covered my mouth again. “Quiet. We don’t want Victoria hearing you moan like a little slut.” His hips moved fast and rough. Each thrust shook the bed. “Take this dick. Milk it with your tight cunt.” I wrapped my legs around him. Pleasure mixed with pain in the best way. “Harder, Daddy,” I begged between his fingers. “Fill me up again. I need your cum.” Damien pounded me faster. Sweat dripped from his chest onto my breasts. “You love this, don’t you? Getting fucked by a man old enough to be your father while strangers wait outside.”