Novel & Cerita Daddy Daughter Erotica

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.

“This cunt is mine. Say it, Elena. Call me Daddy while you leak all over my hand like a filthy girl.” She was so close, right on the edge again. He slowed once more, torturing her. “Fuck… Daddy,” she finally whispered, cheeks burning. Damon’s eyes flashed with pure hunger. “Louder.” “Daddy!” she cried out, grinding shamelessly on his fingers. “Please, Daddy, let me cum. I need it so bad.” “Good girl,” he praised, voice rough. He slammed his fingers harder, curling them perfectly. “That’s my dirty little assistant. Calling your boss Daddy while he fingers your sloppy cunt in front of the whole city.”

Complete surrender as he opened his mouth for mine. Adrenaline, dopamine and who knew what else flooded my veins as I let go. My body shuddered uncontrollably for him. More than pleasure. Heights of ecstasy no other person had ever given me as he touched me with more than just his hands. My chest constricted. A foreign warmth washed over me as I came undone for him. "Daddy, what did you do to me?" I croaked out. "The fuck if I know, but daddy likes," he said against my lips, eyes shining with unspoken words and emotions as his mouth turned up in a cocky smile. "Your clause is accepted, baby girl, but I won't say the words to you. Daddy's baby girl deserves—"

He poked inside her, and his two fingers were covered with clear discharge. He brought his two fluid-coated fingers up in front of her, his eyes full of enjoyment as he looked at the embarrassed Emma, “Look at this, my daughter, so stimulated by daddy that you’re soaking wet. You truly are a naughty daughter. How does it feel? Very stimulating, isn’t it?” Emma was horrified by his form of address. Her face went pale, and she instinctively slapped away his other hand that was trying to touch her, “I am not your daughter... you can’t call me that.”

Her lips find his, and they kiss with a fiery passion, their tongues dancing together in a heated tango. As they continue to kiss, Ana feels her father's hands roaming down her body, squeezing and caressing her breasts. She moans against his lips as his fingers find her wetness, and he begins to rub her clit. She can feel herself getting closer and closer to the edge as her father teases and pleases her. 'Don't stop, Daddy,' Ana pants as she feels her body tighten. But her father suddenly pulls away, denying her release. 'Not yet, my little daughter,' he says with a playful smirk. 'I have other plans for you.'

Something genuine. "You really think you can handle that kind of responsibility?" I asked, crossing my arms over my chest. "Being a Daddy isn't exactly easy, you know. It isn't just about power or control. It's about taking care of someone else, ensuring they're safe and trust you. You can punish them when you get upset like with your slaves." Dom didn't hesitate. "We know. That's why we want to start with Mag. We thought maybe we could make him our slave, show you we're serious. Help you show him what he needs to see before turning him back into the world?"

That first touch sends a jolt through me, and I can already feel myself becoming wetter. “More…” I buck my hips into his hand wanting more…wanting everything. “Shh, daddy knows what you need, Baby Dolly.” My pussy clenches at his words and he feels it because he smirks down at me and says, “You like that? You like being in your daddy’s bed? I knew you were a dirty little girl.” “Yes…” It’s so wrong, and I should be disgusted, but fuck if the sinfulness and fuckedupness doesn’t make me want it more.

“You don’t come until I say. You hold it.” He goes back down and keeps the same relentless rhythm until I’m shaking and begging under my breath. Every time the pressure builds too high he backs off, blows cool air over my clit, waits for the edge to fade, then starts again. He does it four times. By the fifth I’m crying from how much I need it, hips trying to chase his mouth. “Please, please let me—” “Not yet.”

"you are so perfect Ava ,you just dont know how many times i have wanted to do this" My core throbbedonce more as his fingers stretched me sweetly . Nothing could beat this feeling . I let out a moan as his teeth gently nibbled my p*ssy lips . " just like that daddy" I screamed as his fingers thrusted in to me faster. "I need your d*ck please ". "beg for it Ava ,tell me you are my slut ". "i'm daddy's slut" "Good girl , now cum for daddy". The filthy wet sounds from my drenched p*ssy surprised me .

“My daughter is right down the hall unpacking, and I’m still breeding this greedy womb. Feel how full you are? How stretched? That’s all daddy’s seed. I’m going to keep pumping you until your belly swells and you have no choice but to tell her the truth—that you let her father knock you up like a filthy whore.” His hips snapped harder, the wet slapping of skin on skin dangerously loud. Cum from earlier loads frothed white around his pistoning cock, spraying out onto the marble floor with every brutal plunge. He reached around and rubbed my clit viciously, forcing my body toward another shattering orgasm despite how sore and used I already was. “Come for me,” he demanded, teeth grazing my nec