Daddy Daughter Romance Books Novels & Stories

_________________ I knew there was something wrong with me when I had to think of a plan to escape a long-lasting ridiculous union but instead I settled for reading an old romance book that I had sneaked from my mum's library while Terren was in the sitting room thinking I was dressing sexy for him. It was raunchier than the books I have had access to and this one specifically had something called the daddy kink, I knew I shouldn't be reading this and most especially not now of all times but my curiosity got the better of me and here I was laying on the floor with a blanket over me and a flashlight reading the most brazen of kiss scenes I have ever read and she called him daddy.

I've already tasted this man's mouth, but I wanted more. “You're dying to be my only whore, aren't you? Baby girl.” Then he wrapped his hand around my throat, and I licked my lips hungrier. “I've already made that clear, yes.” I literally moaned out, breathing into his mouth. Yeah, I'm very very sexually attracted to this man. “Such a bad girl. Fuck,” He growled. “I wonder if Daniel knows how bad his daughter is.” He teased but I clapped back. “I also wonder if he knows his business partner is aggressively trying to fuck his daughter mercilessly.”

“And with so much money, Big Daddy, why not get that pleasure from a virgin? Don’t you want a little girl all your own?” “Goddammit, no. A virgin?” His hands leave my breasts and grip my hips, as if he’s trying to convince himself to push me away. Instead, he yanks me up against his big body forcefully, dislodging my hands from his arousal. “Ah Jesus. No. I can’t. I can’t. I could be your father.” “No. But you can be my Big Daddy.” I open my thighs wider around his hips, arching my back enticingly. “Big Daddy gets to put it anywhere.”

I smiled as I heard Damien's voice when I slightly opened Darya's door. Damien was sitting comfortably on Darya's bed, his back on the headboard. Darya, on the other hand, was hugging her father while resting in his chest. My husband's gentleness was emphasized as he sat on Darya's pink bed. He was holding a story book, reading it to his daughter. "What happened to them, daddy?" Darya asked and yawned. Her eyes are sleepy but she wants to hear the ending of the story. Damien gently caressed her hair. "The prince and the princess lived happily ever after, sweetheart. They had a daughter like you."

“Look at her face… she’s in heaven.” That’s my good girl riding my cock. Keep going, Sara… make me feel good.” He picked up speed, thrusting harder, the couch creaking. “Fuck, you’re so tight… so wet… I could fuck you all night. You’re mine, princess. Say it.” “I’m yours,” I gasped, tears of pleasure pricking my eyes. “I’m your good girl… fuck me harder, Daddy…” Tina leaned in and kissed me, deep and messy, her tongue tasting Dad’s cock still on my lips.

he said, the words rolling off his tongue slowly. The word “ Daddy” hit me like a spark to dry tinder, making my whole body flush crimson from my cheeks down to my toes, my pussy throbbing hard and insistent at the raw dominance in his tone, a pulse of need clenching deep inside me that had me biting my lip to keep from moaning right there. Oh shit, why does that sound so fucking hot coming from him? I had read several books like this, with those daddy stuff, and to be honest, I felt hot.

I gasped as he leaned down and took my nipple between his lips; he sucked and nibbled on it before switching his attention to the other one. “Please,” I begged him, the ache in my heat intensifying. I’d learned so much from my erotica books, and I was happy I got to learn so many new things; some I shared with Enzo and he taught me, while some I just couldn’t bring myself to say. In one of the books, I learned that if you called your man "daddy," it drove him crazy. “Please, daddy... it aches,” I cried out, thrusting my hips for friction.

I wanted to rush off and start right away. But I know we needed to eat dinner. And I know Daddy should get his reward first. “I want to give you my gift, Daddy,” I say, placing my books on the couch, leaving them alone until I fulfilled my daughterly duties. He nods, and I lower myself to my knees, chewing on my lip as I unbutton his work pants. Pulling them down, I reach into his boxers and yank out his huge, soft cock. I stroke his balls with my fingertips as I move his shaft, studying him as he gradually grows in my hand. “I love your cock, Daddy. It's my favorite part about you.”

She kept begging even as she came: “Thank you, Daddy… thank you… don’t stop fucking me… please keep going!” Gabriel slammed into her from behind with deep, possessive strokes, his thick cock stretching her cum-filled pussy. He reached around, roughly grabbing her heavy tits and squeezing them hard as he pounded her.

“So tight and wet gripping me like you never want to let go. You were made for this cock weren’t you?” “Yes daddy—fuck—yes—” He thrust up to meet me every time I came down driving even deeper. The bed creaked under us my moans getting louder and louder. His hands slid down to my ass squeezed hard helping me bounce faster. Fingers dug into my flesh spanking me once sharp and stinging. “Faster baby,” he said. “Ride daddy like the little slut you are. Make that pussy cream all over me.” I bounced harder hips rolling grinding my clit against his pubic bone every time I bottomed out.