Novel & Cerita Daddy Dom Romance Books

“Say it again,” he demanded, slapping his heavy cock against my clit once more, harder this time. “Tell Daddy exactly what you want on your wedding night. Beg for it like the naughty little slut you are.” “I want your cock,” I moaned shamelessly, tears of desperation in my eyes. “I want my father-in-law to fuck me. Please, Dom… fill me up. Ruin me for him. Make me yours tonight.” With a deep, guttural groan of pure primal hunger, Dominic thrust into me in one powerful, claiming stroke.

Nick said. "Ah! Zie's dick is fucking huge. Let me kiss you Nick so that my dick gets hard again." Dom replied and Nick quickly obeyed his wishes, they kissed passionately while I was gently fucking Dom. "Fuck! You're so tight, Dom." I couldn't help but moan in too much pleasure. Dom and Nick's moaning were getting louder and louder.

Romans written in my book of forbidden desires. The kind where everyone’s identity was hidden, where inhibitions disappeared behind beautiful disguises. Mr. Romans would be there, dressed in all black—elegant, mysterious. He wouldn’t know it was me at first. I’d approach him, and we’d talk, really talk, without the weight of who we were. And then, when the heat built, he’d pull me into a private room—red walls, low lights, a chaise—and fuck me senseless. Slow at first, teasing, making me beg. Then hard, relentless, one hand around my throat, the other spreading me wide as he pounded into me until I was screaming his name behind the mask, coming so hard I soaked his cock, until he filled me d

My body came aflame and the sounds that poured from my mouth was far from normal. A distant part of warned me to be quiet, to not alert my parents but his tongue shoved deep inside me and I forgot everything. Daddy fucked me in deep strokes while his nose ground against my clit. My hips rolled, my pussy grinding hard and fast against his face. He groaned into me like my cunt was the best thing he’d ever tasted, his mouth working over every inch of my dripping hole, sucking, licking, biting. “Daddy—fuck—your tongue—” I was panting, riding his face, using the headboard for leverage as I rocked my hips. “—please—don’t stop—”

He notices my change in demeanor and flashes me another one of his devilish smiles. “I can buy you clothes – however , I would like to know what you thought I meant you naughty little thing” he whispers in my ears. My blush deepens as I realize that I am an open book to him. Daddy doms have this ability to see straight through us , or are littles transparent? He moves away and jumps on my bed. He places his one arm against the wall and leans his head onto it. He look sexy as hell in that position , guess what? I am blushing again. I really need to start controlling this thing , does it have an off switch or something?

I hadn't anticipated seeing him so soon. It was Jake. He sauntered in with an air of confidence, his presence filling the room effortlessly. At six feet tall, his broad shoulders exuded strength, and his piercing blue eyes held a hint of mischief. His sleek, dark hair was tousled just enough to give him that effortlessly sexy look. With a chiseled jawline and a smile that could melt hearts, Jake was the epitome of smoking hot. Any girl would want him inside them. Upon approaching my father, I couldn't help but admire his confident stride and the way his eyes sparkled with warmth. Handing over some sort of document to Dad, he then turned towards me, and my heart skipped a beat at the sight of

“It’s dark. No one can see inside the car.” I feel her wide eyes on me. Such a delicious shock. “But I…” “But you what?” “I don’t know…” she admits. “It feels…” “Dirty,” I tell her. “Daddy’s feeling dirty right now, sweetheart. Daddy wants to take his little girl home and bury his cock in her pretty little cunt.” A pause, and then I hear the zipper on her jeans. “Good girl.” My balls tighten. “Make yourself nice and wet for Daddy. Tell him how it feels.”

he growled, his voice dark, possessive. “Mr. James…” “Call me Daddy,” he cut in, his thrusts pounding harder, making her toes curl. Lexie’s cry echoed through the hallway. Her body betrayed her, hips rolling, pussy clenching around him. She came undone with a loud moan, shaking in his arms. He groaned, shoving deeper, filling her with every inch until he spilled inside her, his growl vibrating against her skin.

The blunt, slick head of his cock was already pressing against my overly ready entrance. “I need you to bounce on it like it’s a fucking bouncing castle. Understand?” It was the voice of Dom Grant, authoritative, detached, and it turned my bones to liquid. “Yes, Daddy,” I purred, leaning my head back and taking him inside me in one smooth, devastating stroke. I started to move, a slow, torturous rhythm, but his patience was gone. His hands gripped my hips, his own thrusts becoming frantic, a silent, desperate plea for more.

Excitement rippled through me, my nipples, now rock hard, ached even more, and my thighs clenched. “Please… daddy.” His grip on my shoulders tightened. “Don't..” he hissed. “Don't fucking do that.” I smiled. “I want you to fuck me, daddy.” “If you call me that one more time, Lora.” He paused, his breathing heavy, every breath filled with failing reatraint and desire that had been locked away for a very long time. “Then I might not be able to control what happens next.” “Please, daddy.. fuck me.”