Daddy Daughter Romance Novels & Stories

—so he’d think I was calling him old, like someone who could be a father. Out of curiosity, I did a quick online search. The first result said that some men feel joy when their partner calls them “Daddy,” especially if they already have children. That couldn’t be it. I kept reading until I reached one explanation: “For some, the term ‘Daddy’ can evoke romantic feelings and a deeper sense of intimacy in a relationship.” My eyes widened. “Damn… That’s not what I meant at all! I think he misunderstood me big time!” I bit my lip, sighed, and glanced at the time. Crap—I was going to be late!

Gael Slater: Freddy Frugal is upping my allowance? Lucian rolls his eyes and tousles the boy's hair, earning a groan of protest. Lucian Slater: I think what you mean to say is; 'Thank you, pop. That was so generous. You are the best daddy in the world'. Gael raises an eyebrow as he glances up at Lucian. Completely against the suggestion. Lucian Slater: Twelve dollars. Gael's eyes pop open. Gael Slater: You're the best father in the world, and I love you more than I love your sloppy joes.

“No… no, don’t stop, Daddy. Don’t stop.” One of her hands was splayed on my stomach and when she called me Daddy, I lost my restraint and letting go, I began to fuck her hard. I slid in and out of her pussy like I belonged there and she moaned dreamily while I growled, drowning myself inside her. The sound of our skin slapping together echoed around the suite. Sweat dusted my skin and she wrapped her arms around, clinging to me. “Fuck, baby girl!” I moaned, my sight distorted and my voice so husky it was almost unrecognizable. I felt my budding climax stirring deep in my stomach at the same time.

Fuck, I was lying, everything wasn’t fine, I almost kissed his daughter. I glanced back at Riley, she smiled sinfully, and mouthed ‘liar’. I nearly choked. She bite down her lower lips seductively. Her father kept talking, something about extending the trip a few more days. I froze. “A few more days?” I repeated. Riley perked up immediately, smiling wider. “Yeah,” He father said through the phone. “Hope that’s okay?” I stared at Riley, at the devilish satisfaction in her eyes. “Yeah… no problem.” I clenched my jaw and the call ended.

Catching the questioning look in his son's eyes, Sebastian, who appeared perfectly calm, shifted his hand slightly, and the white bath towel slipped from his grasp onto the floor. Catching his father's movement out of the corner of his eye, the little boy's eyes instantly lit up. "But we saw your naked body just now! Dad said that when a boy sees a girl's body, he must take responsibility. You can be Dad's wife and my stepmother. Dad and I will both take responsibility for you, alright?"

“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.

they were full and tempting, even though they were set in a hard line. "Sorry I'm late, traffic was a mess," his voice came out deep and raspy, sending a literal shiver down Lona’s spine. "It’s fine, Revan! Meet my daughter, Lona." Bella pulled her forward. Lona leaned in, making sure her chest nearly brushed against Revan’s arm as she reached out. she flashed him her sweetest, most dangerous "good girl" smile. "Hi, new Daddy... I'm Lona," she whispered, locking eyes with him. She purposely held his hand a second too long, her thumb grazing his palm in a slow, suggestive stroke.

“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.”

He told me. "Ye..." Abruptly I gulped down my words when my father-in-law crashed his lips on mine, his strong hands snaking around my tiny waistline and he held me strong. "Daddy..." I moan-groaned into my mouth, his tongue digging deeply into mine as we both exchanged saliva together. Our bodies clogged together, it was unjust and unforgiving. This man wasn't giving me chance to catch my breath, and I was feeling drowned by his powerful touches —he's amazing just like his son!

“Now... carry me upstairs, Daddy... and fuck your baby girl's tight and creamy pussy until you fill me up with your cum!” “Naughty girl!” Daddy laughed against my lips, spanking me again, hard, both hands at once! I squealed and laughed, and he grabbed me tight by my round butt as he stood, lifting me into the air as I flung my arms around his neck to hang on. We kissed passionately as he carried me upstairs and into his room, Daddy crawling up into his bed and laying me down in the middle, his cock never once leaving my pussy as he did. He started slowly... it was kinda nice, actually. I knew it wouldn't last, and I didn't really want it to... but I liked that he was being so gentle and lov