Books With Daddy Kink Novels & Stories

They all came knocking. It wasn't enough. The pleasure, the taboo, the satisfaction. It gave her too much of a rush. Daddy was the stuff of erotica book boyfriends. Brutal. Ruthless. Sinfully good at fucking. “Please,” The word tore out of her before she could stop it. “Please, Bill. Daddy, harder. Make it hurt. Make my pussy hurt more. Fuck harder, damn it," she succumbed, clutching a cushion to brace herself.

His cock stirred just at the thought of his sexy babysitter teaching him new things. That night in his bed, he couldn’t resist stroking his cock to another explosion with her panties wrapped around his shaft. When he was done, he picked up his phone to see an eager message from his new lover, setting up a time for them to meet the next day. His cock swelled again, wondering about the next lesson his sexy babysitter was going to give him.

“Who is in control?” I gasp and moan at the fiery pleasure-pain as another orgasm rolls through my body. “You,” I say, not recognizing the sound of my own voice. “You’re in charge. Ohh…” “Daddy. Say, ‘you’re in charge, Daddy.’” My pussy clenches around his fingers at the taboo command. I’ve read my fair share of sexy books, and secretly love BDSM books. I may be a virgin but I’m far from naïve. One of my favorite independent authors writes books with daddy doms and I’ve always been intrigued. I often imagine myself in the heroine’s shoes… now is my chance to live out one of my most secret fantasies.

If you are sensitive to any of the above, especially explicit BDSM, power-exchange dynamics, or dark romantic/sexual themes, please proceed with caution or skip this book. This is not a light or fluffy romance. It is dark, smut-heavy, and unapologetically kinky. ~ ◆◆◆ INTRO ◆◆◆ ~ Kris stood with her back to the counter, skirt already rucked up around her hips, wrists crossed behind her and bound with my silk tie. No contract yet — just the test. Her breathing was shallow, nipples stabbing through her thin blouse like they were begging for teeth. I stepped between her thighs, forcing them wider with my knee.

We stayed joined against the counter until our breathing slowed, and then he eased out, and the warm slide of his come leaking onto the tile made my stomach tighten with filthy satisfaction. That same night, after my mother had returned and gone to bed, he came to my room again in the dark. The visit was quieter and more desperate, the risk of her waking only a few doors away making every thrust sharper. He pushed into me from behind while I stayed on my side and the slow deep strokes built until I came with my face pressed into the pillow to muffle the sounds. He filled me again and then stayed inside me until his cock softened, and only then did he ease out and leave me with the evidence o

He added a second finger, scissoring gently, stretching me while his thumb worked my clit in firm circles. "That’s it… relax for me. Let Daddy open you up nice and slow." I moaned, hips rocking against his hand. Pleasure built fast, my walls fluttering around his fingers. He leaned in, sucking a hard nipple into his mouth through the thin fabric of my dress, biting just enough to make me cry out. He kept working me open, adding a third finger, whispering filthy praise against my skin. "So fucking tight. I'm gonna ruin this pussy for anyone else. You’re gonna be gaping and dripping my cum by the time I’m done with you."

It felt so good whenever I feel his seed inside of me, I wanted to feel it again. “Ugh…” he grunted loudly. “I’m cunning.” There, it came out, bursting into me, filling me completely. He leaned back, pulling my head up, his hand moving to the front to grasp my boobs. “How does it feel, baby? Do… do you enjoy daddy’s cock?” I nodded, gripping his hand which was pinching my nipple gently. “So freaking good!” I panted, my breaths coming short and sharp. “Now, I’m going to make you cum, I will… “

There was something dangerous in the way he said it, something that made every nerve in my body snap to life. "Daddy," I whispered. A smile—or rather a smirk—curved up his lips. "Good girl." His hands worked their way up and pulled my jeans to my knees. I bit my bottom lip, feeling my core throb more just from the graze of his finger on my exposed thigh. "You're so wet for me already. Is this how much you want me?" I couldn't get any response out of my mouth because of how hot my body was—how aroused I felt. A voice in my head kept reminding me who Damian was. He was my father's best friend. But truth be told, I couldn't care less at that moment.

I lay there, marked, and full, years of craving gone, Uncle Dex’s cum was in my pussy, Uncle Rafe’s on my tits, Daddy’s in my ass, the blindfold was off, as I saw all three of them above me. The End~

He reached around and rubbed my clit with a doctor’s patience until I came shaking, silent, furious. “That’s two,” he said against my ear. “Tuesday was two. Tonight finishes the file.” He didn’t pull out. He kept going until I was oversensitive and dripping down his slacks, then he came in me with a low breath, hand flat on my spine, holding me on his cock while someone in the dining room called his name for the toast. “Dad? You coming?” Drew. Right outside. Brennan slid out of me, fixed himself, smoothed my dress down over the mess.