Daddy Daughter Romance Books Novels & Stories

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.”

] This message was followed by a cute emoji. Naomi stared at the screen and smiled. Mister Daddy really knew her. Then several messages popped up in the chat box. [Mister Daddy: You were so brave when spending a hundred million dollars to marry me. Why are you so timid now?] [Mister Daddy: No matter what happens in the future, I will be with you. Don’t believe those feudal superstitions! And please don’t give up. Do you hear me?] At this moment, Naomi suddenly recalled their first meeting.

This book is intentionally divided into two parts. Part One — The Daddy Diaries contains 67 chapters focused on consensual power exchange between adults, including traditional Daddy kink (DDLG) as well as reverse or gender-flipped dynamics (MMLG), where roles are chosen freely. Part Two marks the beginning of All Yours as a broader erotica collection. These stories explore different fantasies, taboos, and power dynamics, all centered on desire, control, consent, and obsession. If Daddy kink or role-reversal dynamics are your preference, Part One offers a complete experience.

“I’m not done with you yet, Mark.” He started to protest again, his hands on her shoulders, gently pushing her back. “This is crazy. We can’t—” She stopped him by placing a finger on his lips. Then she looked him straight in the eyes, water dripping down her face, her voice low but steady and confident. “I know you want this… And it’s happening. You just need to take charge of this… Seduce me, Daddy.” The word “Daddy” hit him like a switch. Something dark and hungry flashed across Mark’s face. The careful restraint he’d been clinging to finally snapped.

he whispered against my ear, his voice rough and low. I heaved a breath. My heart was thundering in my chest. "I'm sorry, Daddy," I said. "But—" "Shhh. There is no but." He placed his thumb over my lips, silencing me. His gaze drifted down my naked chest, his eyes widening. "Look at you. Your nipples are already so hard for me. You want this just as bad as I do." "I…," I breathed, my hands resting against his bare chest. It was always like this. No matter how much we fought, one touch from him destroyed my defense. I was addicted to the danger of him.

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“I want to taste you, Daddy.” His eyes darkened with fresh hunger. “Fuck. You’re going to kill me. You’re going to make me crave you even more.” I leaned in and took his softening cock into my mouth, licking slowly, savoring the salty-sweet mix of us. I sucked gently, cleaning every drop, feeling him twitch and harden again under my tongue. He groaned, his fingers threading into my hair. “Your mouth is fucking perfect, baby girl. So hot and wet… making Daddy hard all over again.”

"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.

“Who is in control?” I gasp and moan at the fiery pleasure-pain as another orgasm rolls through my body. “You,” I say, not recognizing the sound of my own voice. “You’re in charge. Ohh…” “Daddy. Say, ‘you’re in charge, Daddy.’” My pussy clenches around his fingers at the taboo command. I’ve read my fair share of sexy books, and secretly love BDSM books. I may be a virgin but I’m far from naïve. One of my favorite independent authors writes books with daddy doms and I’ve always been intrigued. I often imagine myself in the heroine’s shoes… now is my chance to live out one of my most secret fantasies.

“Daddy forgot to use protection, sweetheart.” “I do not care.” She would use some pills after, but right now, she needed that dick without coverage. “Fuck me raw, daddy.” He smiled, pressing his lips into hers. “You’re such a whore.” “A whore for you, daddy.” He pounded into her with powerful thrusts that left her breathless. Her jugs bounced against him as she held onto him for dear life. “Yes, hold onto me and bounce like that.” He drove into her again, his balls aggressively slapping against her cunt, sending shockwaves of heat through her. Her body tightened around him, notifying him of a hovering climax that was ready to consume her.