Romans & histoires Books With Daddy Kink

he said, the words rolling off his tongue slowly. The word “ Daddy” hit me like a spark to dry tinder, making my whole body flush crimson from my cheeks down to my toes, my pussy throbbing hard and insistent at the raw dominance in his tone, a pulse of need clenching deep inside me that had me biting my lip to keep from moaning right there. Oh shit, why does that sound so fucking hot coming from him? I had read several books like this, with those daddy stuff, and to be honest, I felt hot.

The mere thought of having his dick twist inside me soon sends me spiraling. I can feel his huge rod throbbing against my skin and impatiently, I reach down to grab and stroke it. His dick fills my hand so much that I cannot wrap my palm around it. “Daddy is going to fuck your brains out now.” Frank informs me as he spreads my legs with his knee, and soon, I feel the tip of his cock tease my clit again. This time, I feel like I’m going to die if he doesn’t fuck me soon.

I asked out of breath, the way he would hit my g-spot with every single thrust made me feel more excited. "You have a daddy kink." He said pulling out of me and thrusting again. I chuckle lightly that turns into a moan. "Is that so?" I moan out, fuck I can't even concentrate on this conversation. "Yeah, call me daddy baby." My pussy clenches, "So you like that don't you?" I close my eyes and moan not wanting to do that. "Come on baby." He slams into me and fuck it, he does have me figured out.

"Come on, Daddy... Yes!" The big capo slides his tongue right over the hard male head and moves it back and forth, moaning against Goldie's private part. Goldie Lockhart feels like the whole room is spinning around. He thinks the sacred mafia code brought him to this exact spot today to be loved by his Daddy. "You taste even better than you smell," Jack Horner says, looking up with dark eyes. "I knew you would." He licks all around the lower area, probing the skin with his big, warm tongue.

“Fuck. Say it again.” “Daddy, please—” “That’s my girl.” He shoved her skirt up to her waist, fingers ripping her panties aside. Two thick fingers plunged into her without warning, curling perfectly, stroking that spot that made her see stars. She was soaking wet and dripping down his hand as he pumped in slowly and deliberately, watching her face. “Look at you,” he murmured, voice dark velvet. “So wet for Daddy. This pretty little pussy has been waiting for me, hasn’t it?”

After several long, torturous minutes of worshipping my breasts, Fred pulled back, his eyes dark with need. He spun me around forcefully and bent me over the edge of his heavy wooden desk. "Now this is what Daddies do to a bad bitch." The cool surface pressed against my bare tits as he shoved my dress up over my wide, curvy hips, completely exposing my thick ass and the tiny soaked red thong that barely covered anything. “Spread your legs for daddy?" he ordered softly but firmly, his hand stroking the curve of my ass. I obeyed instantly, parting my thick thighs wider and arching my back to push my ass toward him.

The heavy tension kept building, slow and intense, making my thighs tremble. Damien kissed me again, deep and filthy, while one hand slipped between us. He pushed my panties aside and ran two thick fingers along my slippery folds. “So fucking wet,” he breathed against my mouth. “All this for the man you claim to hate?” I moaned loudly as he circled my swollen clit with his fingertips. The pleasure was maddening. He kept the pressure perfect — not too fast, not too slow — building me up gradually while I continued grinding against his hand and cock.

His dark eyes hold mine, intense and unyielding, while the subtle bulge in his trousers hints at the arousal building between us. "You're beautiful like this," Daddy murmurs, reaching down to trace his thumb along my lower lip, his touch firm yet gentle, sending a shiver racing down my spine. The dominance in his gaze wraps around me like a velvet restraint, making my skin tingle with submission, my nipples tightening against the fabric of my bra as I lean into his hand.

It drives me crazy beyond imagination. “Fuck me, daddy.” I blurt out, not noticing the word I used to call him. I forgot to add. Yeah, I have a daddy kink as well. Never thought I would be able to use it someday. Before I can regard my choice of word, Spencer's grip on my hip hardens and his eyes turn black with lust. Good to know that I'm not the only one with this kink. At once, he rips my panty, making me gasp.

"Fucking shit. Please don't stop, daddy. Don't stop fucking me. I want you to empty these big daddy balls inside my boy's fertile pussy. Want to fill your spunk in my gut making my belly big. Please make my belly big, daddy." Well, fuck. If I didn't already love my son, I'd love him after that. I was so damn lucky that I had Brad and that he accepted his father's particular kink. A kink that now, after hearing my son talk like that, had me ready to shoot. I drove my hips faster into Brad.