Daddy Daughter Romance Books Novels & Stories

The title made to look as if it was written in lipstick was "Daddy likes it rough!" Ever since Michelle had showed me a book she'd found in her mother's closet entitled "Daddy's good girl" I'd been obsessed with not only daddy daughter fantasies, but most of that book the fathers had been rough on their naughty little girls and I had cum multiple times to every story. I had never thought of rough demeaning sex, but those bad girls being taken like that had me dying to be one! Michelle had been appalled, maybe because it was her mother's and tossed it into the trash. When she left the room to go to the bathroom, I'd snuck it home with me and been hooked ever since.

Sweet Jesus God in heaven, those curves. Full, round breasts that I want to weigh in my hands. Hips I want to slide my hands over and grip as I sink deep inside her. And that ass… “That’s as much of an introduction as you’ll get to my daughter,” Darren says in annoyance. Shit. His daughter? That possibility never even crossed my mind, but who else did I think she was?

Increasingly I felt and saw his excitement, the growing sexual desire he felt for me, couldn't help but notice the erections Daddy'd grow as I wriggled against him, my loose robe allowing his roving eyes easy access to my full, firm breasts. We didn't discuss what was happening to us over those months, we were in a silent, sexual, mating dance that clearly scared Daddy. But I knew he was studying the problem, trying to face these forbidden desires that were threatening to overwhelm him. I found the books hidden in his bedroom, both scholarly tomes that addressed father-daughter love, as well as erotic accounts of graphic, incestuous sex. His computers browsing history increasingly led me to

Sophie cried out, gripping the sheets. “Fuck—Daddy, it’s so much—” “You can take it,” he growled, starting a deep, rolling rhythm. One hand fisted her hair, the other reached around to rub her clit. “This weekend I’m going to ruin every hole. Fill you until you forget what it feels like to be empty.” The daddy/little dynamic deepened with every thrust. He made her call him Daddy with every stroke, praising her prettiness, her obedience, how perfectly her body gripped him.

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.

, city lights glittering below, his chest to my back, one hand between my thighs, the other covering my mouth as I came trembling against him. Once in the morning, lazy and sleepy, sunlight streaming across the bed while he moved inside me like he was trying to imprint himself on my soul. For three days, we lived like real lovers. Held hands walking to breakfast. Shared coffee and quiet conversation. Kissed without looking over our shoulders. It was perfect. On the flight home, reality returned like cold water. “Your father invited me to his birthday dinner next week,” Alexander said quietly, hand resting on my thigh under the blanket. “You’ll be there.”

Dear Daddy Introduction: HE: a divorcee and has a son, who's in love with her.... SHE: young with some struggles in life and in a relationship with his son... But what will happen when the father of the son starts to show affection for her as well, who will she choose? Stay with the son or with Daddy!? Follow the love, passion, desire and heartbreak and drama of Sarah, Liam and his father Riley *#*#*#*#*#*#*#*#"#*#*#*#*#"#*#*#*#*#*

Isabella managed to mutter in between her moans. “Yes, babygirl. Cum. Cum for daddy. Fill your daddy’s mouth with your sweet cum.” His muffled voice came and his movement became more ferocious and within seconds she came, filling his mouth wholly. He drank her each and every drop of cum and finally hovered her, aligning his dick on her hole. “Ready to be filled by daddy again, babygirl?” “Ye… Yes, daddy.” Isabella replied, breathing heavily.

She wanted to taste him so bad her mouth was practically watering. "Can I taste it, daddy?" Roe asked, her voice thick and trembling, practically drooling as her eyes remained glued to his heavy length. Elijah let out a low, gravelly chuckle, his dark gaze locked onto her ruined, begging expression. "Say no more... Daddy's cock is all yours tonight." He stepped away from the side of the table and walked with slow, deliberate strides until he stood directly at the head of the mahogany desk, towering right above her.

I just shrugged my shoulder at him while putting on my seatbelt. "Still the same, nothing new," I answered sparingly but he just stared at me intently as if he was reading my body movements and facial expressions. "Stop whatever you're doing right now, Maclen. You're bad at reading someone's expression." I commented snickering at him. "You've been to Russia for five long months, Zuck. Are you sure you're still the same? Or you're slowly turning into someone, let's say like your father?" Maclen stated and for a moment it makes me think about his question.