Books With Daddy Kink Novels & Stories

My body bounced under him, and my moans became jerky. He went in so deep that I could feel his cock hitting every corner of my insides. When he went a little deeper. “Ahhhhhhhh," I growled. My grip on him tightened and my thighs instinctively drew closer. “Spread those thighs for daddy," he ordered. Calm but authoritative. I obeyed. Like a little slut, I spread my thighs wide. Giving him enough access to continue with his assault on my cunt.

This time I wave at him before closing the door. After dinner, I’m in my room doing my homework when my phone pings. Unknown: Lily, this is Clint. Save my number in your phone. Me: Okay, dad. Unknown: Are you into the Daddy kink? Me: Don’t you have enough girls into your Big Daddy kink? Casanova: None of them are you. Me: There’s a reason for that. Casanova: And what is that reason? Me: Self-respect. Restraint. Taste.

The rough thumbs of the person pinched and squeezed my erect nipple. "Ah!" A groan of pleasure unwilling evade from my lips, and my father-in-law came into view. He was completely unclothed as I am, and his long... Jesus! His cock is long and fat I can wholly feel it poking my pussy entrance aggressively! Shit! My whole body sizzled in intense arousal, and my thigh clenched in wetness as I rasp hesitantly but they caged me still in place. My Reagan took my nipple into his mouth and sucked it pleasurably, this inflicted some feral sensation to run down my body.

Their hands roamed over breasts and thighs, tasting and touching under Daddy’s watchful eyes. Daniel pulled them both against his chest, their bodies spent and glowing. “You’re becoming perfect for me,” he murmured. “My sweet girls.” They knew the cravings were only getting stronger. Mother and daughter had never felt so close, so dirty, and so completely owned. They couldn’t wait for what Daddy would do to them next.

Except this time it's a deep purple rather than red. "Did you miss Daddy's cock baby?" She straddles me and her perfect tits are right in front of my face. She leans down to whisper in my ear. "No, I missed Daddy." I never knew I had a Daddy kink, but being her Daddy makes my dick rock fucking hard. I pull on the ribbon beneath her cleavage and the barely there cloth falls straight off her breasts. "Fuck me. Where did you get these?" I squeeze her breasts together and suck on one of her nipples. I take long pulls out of both of them till she's moaning.

Increasingly I felt and saw his excitement, the growing sexual desire he felt for me, couldn't help but notice the erections Daddy'd grow as I wriggled against him, my loose robe allowing his roving eyes easy access to my full, firm breasts. We didn't discuss what was happening to us over those months, we were in a silent, sexual, mating dance that clearly scared Daddy. But I knew he was studying the problem, trying to face these forbidden desires that were threatening to overwhelm him. I found the books hidden in his bedroom, both scholarly tomes that addressed father-daughter love, as well as erotic accounts of graphic, incestuous sex. His computers browsing history increasingly led me to

I was still processing her in that state when I heard the drawer Kade had been rummaging through slam shut, the noise loud in the quiet. He shut the drawer. Then he turned. And there it was. His cock. Hard. Thick. Veins straining. Fuck, he was huge. But in his hand—something pink. He tossed it lightly, catching it with a smirk before pressing a button. A buzz filled the air. I couldn't believe my eyes. There, tucked in his drawer, was a vibrator. Why did he just casually have a— Kade moved towards her, knelt at the edge of the bed, and dragged her hips to meet him. Her legs hooked over his shoulders as he pressed the vibrator to her clit.

I gasped as he leaned down and took my nipple between his lips; he sucked and nibbled on it before switching his attention to the other one. “Please,” I begged him, the ache in my heat intensifying. I’d learned so much from my erotica books, and I was happy I got to learn so many new things; some I shared with Enzo and he taught me, while some I just couldn’t bring myself to say. In one of the books, I learned that if you called your man "daddy," it drove him crazy. “Please, daddy... it aches,” I cried out, thrusting my hips for friction.

We are getting somewhere. “You want daddy to fuck you like a whore? You want my fat cock deep inside you?” “Dane…” I moaned, nodding my head, heavy with desire. “You can still say my name. I'm offended.” “What–” “By the time I'm done with you, you won't know how to fucking read or speak. You will beg me to let you go, and I won't.”

“It feels full and right, Daddy. Fuck me slower. I want to feel every inch of you.” He kept the slow, deep rhythm while kissing my neck and breasts. His hands caressed my body gently unlike the rough grabbing from before. “You are so tight even after they stretched you,” he groaned. “My good girl took everything they gave you. Now Daddy is going to claim you completely.” The dirty praise made me wetter around him. I rocked my hips to meet his thrusts and held him tight.