Romans & histoires Books With Daddy Kink

she whispered, the word a promise. Daniel’s touch became firm, possessive. He kneaded her breast, then leaned in, kissing her hungrily while his father still fucked her against the wall. The sensation was overwhelming—Arthur’s deep, relentless pounding, and Daniel’s mouth on hers, his free hand sliding down to where Arthur was thrusting. Daniel’s fingers found her slickness, traced the stretched rim of her pussy around his father’s cock. “So fucking wet,” Daniel groaned against her lips. “I want in.”

“Soaking my hand like a desperate little whore already. This pussy is dripping for Daddy, isn’t it?’ I gasped sharply, my head falling back as pleasure jolted through me. “Mr Blackwood… oh… yes Daddy… oh fucking god…” I moaned. He finger-fucked me roughly, curling those long digits against my G-spot while his thumb ground hard, relentless circles on my swollen clit. The wet, obscene sounds of his fingers pumping in and out filled the quiet study. He added a third finger, stretching me open as he attacked my neck with bites and sucks, marking me.

“I’ve been thinking about your cock, Daddy. I want it badly.” His mouth crashed onto mine, and I’d never been kissed like this. Hungry. Possessive. Like he owned me. His fingers pushed inside me—two thick digits stretching me, curling, finding spots that made my knees buckle. “So fucking tight,” he groaned against my lips. “Has that boyfriend of yours ever touched you like this? Has he ever made you come?” I shook my head, moaning into his mouth. “That’s what I thought.” He pumped his fingers harder, faster. “But Daddy’s going to take care of you now. Isn’t that right?”

_________________ I knew there was something wrong with me when I had to think of a plan to escape a long-lasting ridiculous union but instead I settled for reading an old romance book that I had sneaked from my mum's library while Terren was in the sitting room thinking I was dressing sexy for him. It was raunchier than the books I have had access to and this one specifically had something called the daddy kink, I knew I shouldn't be reading this and most especially not now of all times but my curiosity got the better of me and here I was laying on the floor with a blanket over me and a flashlight reading the most brazen of kiss scenes I have ever read and she called him daddy.

The man looked over to the stocky, muscular, top-heavy man standing next to him. I grabbed at my sides in discomfort, my fingers making contact with the jean shorts I was wearing. It reminded me that I wasn't prepared for the occasion. I should have been on a daddy-daughter lunch date at this time, but instead I was with Papa meeting with men in his mafia ring. If I'd known any better, I would've covered my body; I loathed these slimy a*sholes scanning me up and down. "You know, I pull women like this all the time, Dad," the young man, outfitted in an open, short-sleeved dress shirt and black jeans, threw back at his father.

Dora finds herself in a heated and explicit moment with her adopted father, struggling between resistance and desire. His touch and words ignite a fire within her, leading to an intense and passionate encounter. **************** I stood there, frozen, as his breath ghosted across my neck, sending shivers down my spine. His hand, rough yet gentle, cupped my breast, squeezing it possessively. I could feel his hardness pressing against my ass, a stark reminder of his desire. My heart pounded in my chest, a mix of fear and arousal coursing through my veins.

It’s a sin to moan out your mother’s husband’s name while masturbating until that husband is George, and he’s doing the exact same thing behind his locked study door. "On your knees, Daddy!" I growled with full authority. A sly smirk touches my lips as I look down at him, stepping closer. "Watch me do exactly as I did last night when I was busy touching myself thinking about you." A dark hunger flares in his eyes. "As you wish, your highness," he murmurs, lowering himself onto both knees right in front of me on the floor. WARNING: TURN BACK NOW. This book is strictly 18+ and absolutely NOT for the innocent. You have one last chance to run, because once you click Chapter 1, there’

The title made to look as if it was written in lipstick was "Daddy likes it rough!" Ever since Michelle had showed me a book she'd found in her mother's closet entitled "Daddy's good girl" I'd been obsessed with not only daddy daughter fantasies, but most of that book the fathers had been rough on their naughty little girls and I had cum multiple times to every story. I had never thought of rough demeaning sex, but those bad girls being taken like that had me dying to be one! Michelle had been appalled, maybe because it was her mother's and tossed it into the trash. When she left the room to go to the bathroom, I'd snuck it home with me and been hooked ever since.

I wanted a Daddy. I’ve been scared to talk about my fantasies with the boys I dated. I didn’t want to seem weird about wanting to call a man ‘daddy’ as he spanked me or fucked me senseless. I wasn’t specifically attracted to older men, no. That wasn’t how my kink worked. I wanted a man with absolute authority but ironically, I avoided them like the plague because I was scared to live out my fantasies. But now, everything I wanted was right in front of me—Vincenzo. “What’s in it for you?”

Excitement rippled through me, my nipples, now rock hard, ached even more, and my thighs clenched. “Please… daddy.” His grip on my shoulders tightened. “Don't..” he hissed. “Don't fucking do that.” I smiled. “I want you to fuck me, daddy.” “If you call me that one more time, Lora.” He paused, his breathing heavy, every breath filled with failing reatraint and desire that had been locked away for a very long time. “Then I might not be able to control what happens next.” “Please, daddy.. fuck me.”