Daddy Daughter Manga Novels & Stories

He was wearing nothing but boxers, stretched out casually next to Joyce, scrolling on his phone. When he saw me, he wasn’t flustered in the slightest. Instead, he deliberately draped one leg over Joyce’s body. "Woah, if it isn't the violent maniac? Joyce already told me that I can live in this house as long as I want, and throw anything that belongs to you away! "I'm her daddy after all, so it's only natural I take care of my daughter." I nodded calmly and walked to the bedside. Then I yanked the blanket away.

“My Daddy.” Lust, honor and possessiveness flood me, snapping my small reserve of restraint in half. Suctioning my mouth to her right nipple and raking it with my teeth until she cries out, I reach beneath her dress and tear the panties that hide her pussy from me. Moving on to her other delicious breast and devouring, I slide my middle finger down the crack of her ass, before continuing to her entrance, shoving my thick digit inside. “Is this little fuck hole ever anything but drenched for Daddy?”

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.

"Daddy's got you..." But tenderness was fleeting, he pulled away abruptly, settling beside her on the bed, his hand diving between her legs to rub her swollen clit in vague, teasing circles that had her hips bucking. His other hand mauled her breasts, pressing and twisting the soft mounds hard enough to make her cry out, body flinching in shock. "Ahh! Daddy, your hands... they're so rough on my tits!" she whimpered, back arching off the mattress as pain twisted into electric pleasure.

It is a lure that can pull me in. "No, darling Aleen. You are not my daughter. You are my girl and I am your daddy." Stephane growls low in my ear and my belly turns to jelly. I feel the heat seep to my throbbing cunt, I hate how easy it was for him to rile me up. I don't know if I want to rip him to shreds or his clothes so I could jump him. He makes me mad. So mad. Out of control. All the conflicting emotions come out to play when I am in his arms.

I just love writing so much that I keep on updating this story whether I get a hundred views a day or not at all. I know some of you wish a different ending and to be honest, I kind of wish the same too. This is why instead of totally ending the story, I decided to write the second part. I can't wait to share this with you guys. Daddy (Part Two) is now available on GoodNovel and here's the blurb;

Damn, I was so hungry for her. Pausing my movements, I straightened and positioned my lips on her vagina. I then raised her left leg over my shoulder, with two of my fingers diving into that tight hole, and said, “Let go, baby girl. I want to see you come so hard and long for Da—” I didn’t finish my sentence because she squirted on my face, her legs convulsing rapidly. “Oh, Daddy! Oh, fuck! Yessssss… Touch me like that… I’m squi…”

aunty Athena says, she's a meanie too, nu like her no more. "I want to go to daddy," I say, he's the only nice one. "Daddy is busy and don't you dare teleport him in," she says, why is she so mad at me, fine I won't teleport him in, I'll teleport myself over. I closed my eyes putting my focus on me, then imagining daddy, but instead of telling my magic to bring him in, I told my magic to take me over to him. "Yess!" I say proud of myself, I did manage to teleport but now that I'm seeing where I'm, maybe I was better at his room, this looks like the dungeon, Damon and Trent were both here, shirtless, with blood and bruises all over their faces.

I rolled my head back, mouth slightly open releasing nothing but breathless gasps, eyes clenched shut, chest rising and falling rapidly. "I want to cum..." "No, not yet." He spanked my ass so hard I knew it would leave red marks. Clint leaned forward, running his tongue along my neck, tainting his sins on me. "Who is your daddy?" "God, yes...You, daddy." "Now, cum for daddy." My orgasm was swift and explosive, it slammed through my body, my eyes wide and my vision going blank for a second. I could have sworn I saw a thousand stars, my body had gone to a whole other cloud nine.

This is my gift for becoming one of his son’s whore. I got to work taking off my clothes, Daddy moved closer to me, he did not have his shirt on, I pressed my hands on his abs tracing lines on them. He turned me over, pushed my ass firmly on the part of his pants where his cock was. I breathed in sharply as I felt his cock on my ass. His big hard veiny cock. “On your knees Yara.” Daddy said, his voice was thicker than normal. He fucking wants me yayyy. I obliged. I went on my knees, stretched my hands backwards as I wanted for my hands to be cuffed. Daddy does not like how much of a disturbance my hands can be.