Daddy Daughter Fantasy Novels & Stories

Gael Slater: Freddy Frugal is upping my allowance? Lucian rolls his eyes and tousles the boy's hair, earning a groan of protest. Lucian Slater: I think what you mean to say is; 'Thank you, pop. That was so generous. You are the best daddy in the world'. Gael raises an eyebrow as he glances up at Lucian. Completely against the suggestion. Lucian Slater: Twelve dollars. Gael's eyes pop open. Gael Slater: You're the best father in the world, and I love you more than I love your sloppy joes.

I also exchanged her the same sigh of deeply sourced frustration, "he is my father... okay, well not my father by blood, more like my step-father, my mother's husband... but I was raised to regard him as my father and in a twisted way, I like having to acknowledge him that way... it is fucked up, I know. The fact that he is forbidden, makes me want him even more, I am like a moth drawn to a flame, the hotter it gets, the closer I get. I have always been fascinated by him, I mean he scares the shit out of me, but I wouldn't change him for the world. He is the hottest man I have ever encountered on this earth and trust me when I say there is no other man like him in this universe. Our relatio

He snakes his hand up, beneath my dress, and his fingers stroke the front wall of my entrance over the lace fabric. "Is this what you imagine Daddy doing to you? Feeling how soaking wet you are?" he asks in a deep and sensual tone that makes me shiver. "Yes, Daddy," I breathe. "Such a naughty girl, fuck." He circles his fingers over my clitoris and soft moans sneak past my lips. "Tell me what else you imagine me doing." His sensual torture is a success, as I confess my fantasy to him. "I imagine Daddy bending me over the hood of his car, fucking me from behind."

I imagine his big shoulders, huge arms, and perfect face. By now, my hands move up and down my sides as one hand travels over to gently caress my breasts. I breathe out, “Daddy,” and I bite my lip adorably. “Daddy, I’ll do anything you what,” I whisper. My body responds to the fantasy, and I imagine Robert looking at me possessively and calling me over with a curved finger almost pulling me magically to the bed. “Yes, Daddy,” I whisper. “Anything you want.”

I halt to breathe out the fury, but it kept gnawing at me. So looking straight into my father's unfocused and galvanized eyes, I add, "And about what happened with Alpha Caden? Believe whatever you want to believe. Let him turn your daughter into his personal maid because he is being a bitch about it. Because he cannot take the fact that we were mates and I wasn't the only one that couldn't resist the mating bond.

What happened to my master and daddy? Why aren't they pounding my ass any longer? I almost start to panic at the sudden emptiness in my pleasure holes when I realize what was going on. . "I don't think she'll be awake for long, but you can say hi to her and then…" That was a dream? All of that didn't happen in real life? But it felt so real. "Da-mr Martinez?" I call as my eyes clear. I almost slipped and called him daddy and damn how would his wife have reacted to that.

Chapter Four The rhythm of the affair had become the only reliable constant in the house, and every departure of my mother’s car from the driveway sent the same immediate current through my body. I tracked her shifts with the same quiet precision Daniel did, and the moment the engine faded, the waiting began. Sometimes he found me within minutes. Sometimes the delay stretched until the need had grown so sharp that I paced the hallway outside the guest room with my pulse already heavy between my legs. Either way, the lock turning behind us sealed the rest of the world out and left only the heat of his skin and the heavy stretch of him filling me until there was nothing else.

The fantasy made her pussy clench around her own fingers. "Daddy... please... fuck me. Fuck me harder. Faster. I need you. I need both of you inside me." Hours later, a knock at her door pulled Anny from her work. She had been reviewing documents for two hours, the most productive stretch of her day. Work was truly the best distraction from the chaos of her thoughts. The knock came again. She sighed, set her laptop aside and rose from the bed. She pulled it open to find Adriano standing in the hallway, a tray balanced in his hands.

She pulled me up by the chin and kissed me, drenching her face in her own juices. "Fuck me now" her broken English noted. I lined up my dripping cock to her opening and slid into her with force. She squealed as I thrusted my entire cock into her vagina. No time for love making...I pounded Elena's wet cunt hard and fast, grunting like an animal as I did. I tried to focus on how hot Elena was...the feel of Elena's pussy on my cock...the taste of Elena's juices still on my tongue. But try and I might, all that ran through my mind was how Rebecca's pussy would feel on my cock and how badly I wanted to taste my daughter's juices on my lips. What was happening to me? I had never thought about Rebe

Kept me right on the edge. “Please,” I gasped. Voice breaking. “Please breed me, Daddy.” He thrust deep again. Buried. Held still. “Beg properly.” “Please breed me, Daddy. Fill me up. Put a baby in me. Make me yours. I need it. Please.” He groaned. Thrust harder. Deeper. Hand tightening on my throat. Just enough pressure to make my head swim. Fingers rubbing my clit. Fast. Relentless. I came. Hard. Back arching. Screaming into his shoulder. Pussy clamping down. Squirting around his cock. Wetness soaking the sheets. Legs shaking violently.