Daddy Daughter Romance Books Novels & Stories

“You’ve been aching for Daddy to ruin you, haven’t you?” “Yes,” I moaned into his hand, legs wrapping tighter around him. “It’s yours… all yours.” He hit that perfect spot over and over, driving me closer to the edge. His thumb found my clit, rubbing fast circles while he fucked me deeper. “Come for me,” he commanded in a low, rough whisper. “Come on Daddy’s cock, but stay quiet. Don’t let them hear what a dirty girl you are for me.” The orgasm slammed into me hard. My walls clenched violently around him as waves of blinding pleasure crashed through me. I cried out against his palm, body shaking, back arching off the creaky bed.

Their hands roamed over breasts and thighs, tasting and touching under Daddy’s watchful eyes. Daniel pulled them both against his chest, their bodies spent and glowing. “You’re becoming perfect for me,” he murmured. “My sweet girls.” They knew the cravings were only getting stronger. Mother and daughter had never felt so close, so dirty, and so completely owned. They couldn’t wait for what Daddy would do to them next.

"This is your purpose now. To be bred by Daddy. To take Daddy's cock whenever he wants. To submit completely. And you love it, don't you?" "Yes, Daddy! I love it!" "Good boy. My perfect boy." He fucked Kai thoroughly, building to another knot, another breeding, another claiming. When they were locked together again, Daemon held Kai close. "You're mine now. Completely. Body, mind, and soul. Daddy's perfect boy. Forever." "Forever, Daddy. I'm yours forever." That evening, after dinner and more bonding, Daemon had new ideas. "Daddy wants to try something. Something that might push your limits. But I think you'll love it."

he muttered sleepily, his hot breath leaving tingles on the nape of her neck. His cock, already half hard, laid heavy and thick against the cleft of her plump ass through his thin boxers. “Been too fucking long since I buried myself in tight young cunt. You’re going to make daddy cum just from cuddling, you know that?” Cain harped on in his sleep. What nineteen year old wouldn't swoon at the way daddy held her these days? At the things he said to her. Whether he was aware of it or not. Diane fancied herself very much in love. With her own step daddy.

He smiled slower. “Good. I am not like your old man. I take care of my girls properly. Call me Daddy if it feels right. Some daughters do with their stepfathers. It is just a word, after all.” His voice dropped deeper on that last part. I felt a rush of heat between my legs. He lingered another minute, talking about house rules and how he expected everyone to follow them, then left me to unpack. The whole afternoon I kept replaying his words. Daddy. The way he said it made my nipples tighten against my tank top. By evening Mom still had not returned. Darius cooked steaks on the grill outside. I changed into a thin sundress that showed too much leg and joined him.

He’s always got his nose in a book—sometimes some classic, since he’s a lit professor, but just as likely a thriller, and he knows I love a good romance as much as he loves a good save-the-world-from-the-bad-guys adventure. Maybe the difference is that this is an erotic romance, and a kinky one at that? I jump up and try to snatch the book away from him, but it’s too late. He opens it at my bookmark, and begins to read out loud in a rich voice, like he’s reading Shakespeare. Oh, god. It’s the part where the hero gives the heroine a sexy spanking. Hearing Daddy read it is so embarrassing. Embarrassing, yet hot. My face burns, and I squirm from humiliation and horniness, pressing my thighs clo

Daddy’s gonna fuck you proper—turn you every way until you’re screaming my name in every position. He untied her wrists with quick, rough tugs, the silk whispering free, but before she could rub the red marks, he rolled her onto her side, his massive frame curling behind her. Spooning her close, his chest pressed to her back, one arm sliding under her head like a pillow, the other hooking her top leg up, opening her wide. Madison’s belly rested safe between them, no pressure, just the heat of his body enveloping her. 'That’s it—side by side, my little pregnant whore. Feel daddy’s cock sliding back in slow.'

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.

Gosh this girl, mum blushed and fish out of the living room covering her face, can't believe at this age mum is still shy "Come on darling I was having a nice time with your mother before you chase her" Daddy pouted "Ohh no daddy don't cry you know where to get your wife" I winked at him rushing out of the house "You kid…!" I heard Dad screaming after me but I was already out I smirk standing outside "Robert Declan, I'm coming for you"

The sight only made her move her fingers faster. “That’s it, baby. Come for me. Come for Daddy.” Daddy. Fuck, this was sick and twisted but she loved it. She knew everyone called him Father as a respectful endearment and reflection of his authority, but Daddy? That was all for her. Her body clenched and tightened with her release. Holding her breath, she became lost in wave after building wave of euphoria. Somewhere in the distance she became aware of his release. “Fuck, baby girl. I’m going fill your ass. Mark you as mine.”