Novel & Cerita Daddy Daughter Romance

He drove us home. He dropped me onto the bed. A wide grin appeared across his lips. He quickly undressed himself, I watched as his dick fell out of his underwear. That big guy was making me smile in my head. " You did a great job by making sure we weren't caught." He breathed, Crawling into the bed, he leaned forward landing his soft lips against mine. I felt a tiny shock wave rushed down my spine, a wave of adrenaline surged through me. "Appreciate me, daddy." I moaned, breaking the kiss.

"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.

I wait while Gianna adorably tries to create a sentence, but before she does, my father storms toward us. “Grant!” He snarls, his eyes filled with anger. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” By this point we are surrounded, just as I was wanting and when I’m certain that there are enough people around to spread the word that the golden bachelor has found his future wife, I reach out and wrap an arm around Gianna. “I think it is pretty clear,” I say slowly, peeking toward Gianna who remains silent. “I’m kissing my future wife.”

Something genuine. "You really think you can handle that kind of responsibility?" I asked, crossing my arms over my chest. "Being a Daddy isn't exactly easy, you know. It isn't just about power or control. It's about taking care of someone else, ensuring they're safe and trust you. You can punish them when you get upset like with your slaves." Dom didn't hesitate. "We know. That's why we want to start with Mag. We thought maybe we could make him our slave, show you we're serious. Help you show him what he needs to see before turning him back into the world?"

"He is more of a man than you are." Daniel's eyes widened. He looked truly shocked, as if I had slapped him. "So it's true," he whispered. "You are really allowing a kid into your life. Everything Maya is saying is true." That stopped me cold. "Since when did you and my daughter become gossiping partners?" I asked. My voice was ice. Maya and Ethan had hated Daniel for what he did. They were only nine when he left, but they understood the betrayal. They chose me. They wanted to be with me, not him. They called him "Daniel," not "Dad."

"My dear daughter, this new boyfriend of yours doesn't seem very smart. What's he trying to pull here?" Joyce's brows furrowed, clearly displeased. "Are you an idiot, Henry? Lucius was just joking with you, so why did you have to be so rude with him? Don't you have a sense of humor?" I replied calmly, "Wasn't he the one who told you to call him daddy first? Since he wants to be a father, why can't I want the same? Also…" As I spoke, I raised my hand and smacked Lucius's head, hard. "Hands off your daughter, you old lecher! How could you touch her like that? You're a father, you know?!"

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.”

It is a lure that can pull me in. "No, darling Aleen. You are not my daughter. You are my girl and I am your daddy." Stephane growls low in my ear and my belly turns to jelly. I feel the heat seep to my throbbing cunt, I hate how easy it was for him to rile me up. I don't know if I want to rip him to shreds or his clothes so I could jump him. He makes me mad. So mad. Out of control. All the conflicting emotions come out to play when I am in his arms.

Warning: This book series has lots of steamy scenes and you are in for a hot thrilling ride. Blurb “I will mark every inch of your body, gag and pin you while filling you up with my c*m and watching you writhe in pleasure under me. Something I am sure that loser could never do.” He smirked. ** ** ** Still reeling from the humiliation of a horrible break up from her ex and her parents’ divorce, Isadora Kingsford decides to stay with her best friend over the holidays just to get over the hurt however what she didn't prepare for was lusting after Tristan Kavanaugh—her best friend’s sinfully attractive father.

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.