Daddy Dearest Book Novels & Stories

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.

Without a word he lifted me up, my legs wrapping weak around his waist as he carried me through the house to the bedroom. My body felt exhausted but my skin still buzzed with need. He laid me down on the big bed and climbed in next to me, pulling my body tight against his muscular chest. We tangled together, skin on skin, his hand stroking my back gently at first. But soon his fingers found my nipples, pinching and rolling them until they hardened. “You like when Daddy plays with these?” he asked, leaning down to suck one into his mouth. He licked and bit lightly, making me arch and moan into him.

"all of you have already died because of me now. I don't want to add one more name to that list. I don't want something to happen to Dee. I don't know for how much time I was crying, but slowly my eyelids again became heavy, and I fell into a deep slumber... ------------------------------------- I am sitting on daddy's back, and though my small hands are clutching his fur tightly, he is still walking very slow. Today was our daddy-daughter day, so daddy took me to the woods, and we played the whole day. His wolf is so cool and so huge. I just love when he gives me a ride on his back. I hugged him, and though he didn't react, I knew that he was feeling happy. His wolf always loves when I hug

She cleared her throat, and for a moment, he could have sworn she was smirking at him before he brought his attention back to her face. “I guess we’ve never been properly introduced. I’m Christina. You’ve certainly grown—I mean, in comparison to the photographs your father has,” she told him. “He’s always talking about you. How proud he is of you.” Declan almost scoffed, knowing his father wasn’t really the type to gush. The reason she hadn’t seen a recent photograph was because his dad didn’t bother to keep them around. “I’m going to go to my room. It is still my room, isn’t it?”

Isabella stared up at this new, large person, her big blue eyes wide with curiosity. “Hello, Isabella,” he said, his voice cracking on her name. He reached out a hand, his fingers trembling slightly, and gently brushed the back of her tiny hand. “I’m… I’m your daddy.” Isabella cooed, a soft, gurgling sound, and her little fingers wrapped around his index finger. Damien’s shoulders shook once, and he bowed his head. A single tear tracked down his cheek and fell onto the mat. He didn’t try to hide it.

Their hands roamed over breasts and thighs, tasting and touching under Daddy’s watchful eyes. Daniel pulled them both against his chest, their bodies spent and glowing. “You’re becoming perfect for me,” he murmured. “My sweet girls.” They knew the cravings were only getting stronger. Mother and daughter had never felt so close, so dirty, and so completely owned. They couldn’t wait for what Daddy would do to them next.

“I would rather die than let a piece of shit like you touch me. My father will rip your spine out through your throat for this.” Alexei leaned down until his scarred face was inches from mine. “Your father is already tearing the city apart looking for you. By the time he realizes where you are, you’ll be on my private island, dripping with my cum and calling me Daddy while he loses everything.” The word Daddy hit me like a slap. I hated how it made my pussy clench hard. I’d had shameful, secret fantasies for years—dangerous men, forbidden power, being taken and claimed. But never in a million years would I admit it to this monster.

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.

I think I might love my daddy. "Daddy," I say softly. Daddy looks down at me. Daddy is so big and so strong. "Yes, my little love," he says. "Can I stay here with you forever?" I ask. Daddy kisses me on the forehead. "Yes, my sweet little. You can stay here with me forever," he says. "The wolves won't hurt me, will they, daddy?" I ask. "No, my sweet little. Your daddy is one of the biggest wolves in this pack. No one with ever hurt my little," he says.

I get two fingers inside her and she starts riding them like the most erotic cowgirl I’ve ever seen. It’s too much—I’m getting lightheaded from need. “You know what happens when you’re naughty, baby?” I wiggle my fingers inside her but I can’t quite reach her G-spot. “What?” she breathes. “You take your daddy’s big cock. Are you ready for it?” “Yes.” She rocks over my fingers. “Yes, Daddy,” I correct her. I don’t know why I’m getting into being her daddy so much, but I am. “Yes, Daddy.”