Daddy Daughter Romance Books Novels & Stories

The last few words came out with a growl, my wolf claiming she belongs to us. “That may be Kellen; there has always been a pull between the two of you. You are bound by the moon goddess. However, that does not mean you are fated to be mates. I fear for my daughter’s future. She is stronger than any wolf in this realm. She is stronger than the king, your father. I fear if she is broken, she will fester hate and that emotion can cause us all damage.” He was calm when he spoke this time. He took a seat in the chair next to me. The Delta’s voice was unwavering but held a feeling of sorrow for his daughter’s predicament. “What will happen if you are not mates, have you thought about that?” He ask

He closed the distance between us in two steps, his hands slamming onto the counter on either side of my hips, caging me in. "You know what happens to naughty girls, don't you?" My breath caught at the heat radiating from his body. "No," I said, my voice barely a whisper. "Tell me." "Naughty girls get punished." The words sent a thrill through me, straight to my core. I could feel myself getting wet, my pussy aching for him, for his touch, for his cock. "Then what are you waiting for, Daddy?" I asked, reaching up to touch his face.

I chuckled darkly, my cock pulsing at her words. “Up,” I commanded. Without hesitation, she jumped, wrapping her legs tightly around my waist, her hands snaking around my shoulders as I pressed her against the wall. “Ready for me?” I asked,my eyes locked on hers. A look of lust flashed in her cognac colored eyes as she leaned forward to kiss me. “Fuck me, daddy...Please.” My hands squeezed her thighs, a muscle in my jaw ticking at that single word. “Naughty girl.”

He curls his fingers against my g-spot, firm, practiced, the rough pads of his fingers catching on the textured spot, and my thighs slam shut around his hand. He forces them open. Pins my knees apart with his forearms while his fingers pump inside me, deep, curling strokes that hit my g-spot on every pass. The wet sounds are obscene, squelch, squelch, squelch— filling the dark kitchen, and I can feel my arousal running down his hand, dripping onto the granite. “Don’t stop, right there, oh please oh PLEASE, Dominic— DADDY—” The word slips out. Daddy. For my boyfriend’s father. And the sound he makes, a low, guttural groan against my breast, tells me it was exactly the right word.

Her once cherry red gloss coated pouty lips were now flushed and slightly tender. “Eyes on me little flower” the man demanded, adding more pressure to either side of her throat to remind her just who was in control when she glanced down in an attempt to hide the sudden feeling of embarrassment she felt before saying “...always” And though it wasn't a question, the girl let out a breathless “Yes daddy” snapping her eyelids back open. Her emeralds met with Damon's dark orbs. The man let out a throaty grunt, feeling his manhood growing hard once again. The deep vibration coming from not just his chest but his restraint.

Will Ashton fall for Zie–the sexy and ruthless billionaire? Though, this is an original for fans of slash fiction, you can definitely consider reading this book. What Ashton goes through in this book is reminiscent of what many LGBT people go through in their lives when they come out and reading Ashton's story can lead to some upsetting moments, that being said there are also happy stories out there. If you want to know what happens to Ashton in the end, then read on. –GoodNovel Review of Daddy (9 Romance Novels You Couldn't Put Them Down)

I looked up at him, eyes wide and innocent even as my fingers stroked slowly along his growing length. “Nothing… Just curious.” “About what?” His voice was strained. “About your cock, Daddy.” His grip on my wrist tightened, but he didn’t pull my hand away. His breathing grew heavier, chest rising and falling as conflict and hunger warred across his face. “I’ve loved you forever,” I whispered, voice shaking with raw need. “And not just like a daughter. No one else can give me what I want. Only you, Daddy.” “You don’t know what you’re saying, baby girl. This is wrong. So fucking wrong.”

"Just from a touch?" I nodded, breathless. "Yes, Daddy," I whispered, meeting his gaze. "Just like you make me cum with one phone call." My hand stayed on his chest, fingers lightly brushing his skin, and he leaned in—his lips ghosting over my jaw, then lower, pressing a soft kiss at the side of my neck down to my cleavage. "You're too good at this. The way you look at me, the way you react... it's driving me insane," Damian murmured his finger thrusting inside my waiting pussy.

“I’ve tried grounding. I’ve tried every damn parenting book your mother left behind before she jetted off to Europe for another month. None of it works with you.” My heart hammered against my ribs. I could feel the hard ridge of him through his sweatpants, pressing against my stomach. He was hard. For me. The realization sent a bolt of pure want straight between my legs. “So what now, Daddy?” I whispered, voice bratty and breathless all at once. “You gonna put me over your knee like the spoiled brat I am?” His grip tightened on my wrist, almost painful. For a second I thought he’d push me away, tell me to go to my room, pretend this tension didn’t exist.

"You feel that? That's all for you, baby girl.” I gasp at the contact, arching as much as the silken restraints allow. Carefully, slowly, Daddy pushes forward, and I feel my sleek, slick flesh part for him. We both cry out, and move towards each other, our bodies slippery with desire. Daddy slides in another inch, one more. I know he wants to go slow, to make sure that I’m OK, but I’m too impatient, too full of raging lust. I beg in broken whispers for him to take me now, to please make me yours, Daddy and he groans in agreement.