Novel & Cerita Daddy Dom Romance Books

“What the hell is a daddy dom?” Glancing around, she shrugs. “What we have isn’t technically a daddy dom thing. The daddy sex thing doesn’t have a thing to do with wanting to fuck your daddy. Sure, some women might be into it. But it’s about how your daddy is the first man who ever loves you unconditionally—supposedly.” Our eyes meet, emphasis on supposedly.

“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.

The one I’d promised I’d read before signing. I got up and retrieved it from the living room table where I had left it. My mind raced as I thought of all the expectations he could have. From the contract and the way he took control in bed, I already guessed he was a Dom. My knowledge of BD.SM, though, was limited to a few movies and badly written books. I remembered how his voice had dropped when I’d said ‘Daddy.’ The way his eyes darkened. Yeah… definitely a Dom. I made a mental note to do some more research later as I read through the contract. Would he want to flog me or was he a dom that was into knife play? I had no idea but I was curious to find out.

“Your daddy’s friends are running a train on you in his dining room, and you’re still talking shit. I fucking love it.” He fucks me hard and fast, one hand fisted in my hair, the other gripping my hip with bruising force. Dom doesn’t have Vincent’s patience or Marcus’s brutality. Dom fucks like it’s a sport — competitive and cocky and angled perfectly because he’s been watching the other three figure out what makes me cum and he’s using every piece of information against me. “Your little college boyfriend fuck you like this?” he pants, driving deep enough that I feel him in my chest.

Then their hands were all over one another, the two men feeling each other, hands on each other’s muscles. She saw their bodies pushing against one another, rubbing against one another. She saw their hands moving beneath one another’s shirts. She knew just how good their bodies felt. Then Jeff turned to her again. Now it was Mark’s turn to step back as Jeff went to her. He was so big. She felt so tiny against him. Even her husband seemed small next to this mighty man. He could dominate both of them if he wanted to. She wanted him to dominate her, dominate her completely, and do anything he wanted with her.

We are getting somewhere. “You want daddy to fuck you like a whore? You want my fat cock deep inside you?” “Dane…” I moaned, nodding my head, heavy with desire. “You can still say my name. I'm offended.” “What–” “By the time I'm done with you, you won't know how to fucking read or speak. You will beg me to let you go, and I won't.”

“Just the whole, uh, Daddy Dom stuff, I guess.” “Right. I’m a Daddy Dom. Have been for a long time, but after my sister died, I just didn’t feel it anymore. Or I didn’t want to get involved with Littles. I had sex. I dominated the women I had sex with if they were good with that. But that’s all it was. I didn’t want agirlfriend. I didn’t want a Little.” “And now?” she whispered. “And now, there’s you. My sweet, sassy, sexy Elle. All I see is you. You’re who I think about when I go to sleep and when I wake up with morning wood, you’re who I think about as I jack off.”

Dom Kane asked. Arianna's right hand instinctively reached up and wrapped around him. He was so thick that her fingers couldn’t even encompass him fully. He felt warm and rock hard. "It's... amazing, Daddy," Arianna whispered, almost forgetting the nine other men watching. "Now, suck my dick," Dom Kane demanded. Arianna licked her lips seductively, sat up on her knees, and leaned forward, wrapping her mouth around him. His cock filled the inside of her mouth immediately.

She wanted to taste him so bad her mouth was practically watering. "Can I taste it, daddy?" Roe asked, her voice thick and trembling, practically drooling as her eyes remained glued to his heavy length. Elijah let out a low, gravelly chuckle, his dark gaze locked onto her ruined, begging expression. "Say no more... Daddy's cock is all yours tonight." He stepped away from the side of the table and walked with slow, deliberate strides until he stood directly at the head of the mahogany desk, towering right above her.

Just a raw, terrifying honesty. "I’m attracted to you," he said, the words falling between us like a physical weight. He didn't blink. He didn't hesitate. "I have been since the moment I got here. And I know damn well you feel the exact same way about me." A cold, heavy armor dropped over my features, the defense mechanism I had spent a lifetime perfecting. "That is enough, Olise," I commanded, my voice dropping into a low, dangerous register. "You are speaking absolute nonsense. I am a grown man. I am your host. And most importantly, I am married to your mother."