Daddy Dom Romance Books Novels & Stories

“Daddy’s cock owning this womb. Jake’s just warming you up. I’m the one who’s gonna knock you up. Gonna flood this fertile pussy until you’re carrying my qua-triblets. Mom will think it’s Jake’s… but we’ll know it’s Daddy’s seed that bred you.” His dirty words sent me over the edge again. I came so hard I'd swear my vision blacked out for a second, or tow; pussy convulsing and milking both cocks like a nasty whore - Jake came first, pumping rope after rope deep inside me with a choked moan. Mark followed seconds later, roaring low as he unloaded what felt like pints of thick, hot cum straight against my cervix. The pressure was so intense some of it squirted out around their shafts with ever

WARNING: THIS BOOK CONTAINS MATURE CONTENT AND EXPLICIT SCENES. 18+ They don’t just want to be touched. They want to be ruined. Inside these pages you’ll find desperate, aching women who crave older men — stepdaddies who claim what was never supposed to be theirs, bosses who take what’s offered after hours, strangers who become “Daddy” the second the door locks. These girls don’t want soft. They want firm hands on their throats, dirty praise in their ears, and three grown men who know exactly how to break them open and put them back together wetter than before. Every story is filthy. Every scene is soaked. Every “Daddy” takes exactly what he wants… and leaves her begging for more.

Nineteen-year-old straight-laced college student doesn't do men or so he tells himself but a late-night pulse of curiosity leads him to install a men’s dating app, where he becomes utterly consumed by DomDaddy: an anonymous older man with a massive frame, a distinct collarbone scar, and a command style that shatters every boundary he built. Believing DomDaddy is safely locked forty-seven kilometers away in another town, he willingly yields to every increasingly explicit demand behind his screen. Then his father returns from an unexpected trip with an old military buddy in tow. Marcus is tall, broad-shouldered, and staying in the attic right above his room. The moment Marcus speaks, the bo

The notification lit up my phone at 11:47 PM. KinkConnect: New match - DomDaddy_SFBay I was three glasses of wine deep, sprawled on my couch in just a t-shirt and panties, my hand already between my legs because I'd been scrolling through profiles for the past hour getting myself worked up. I clicked on his profile with my free hand, still slowly circling my clit with the other. Ryan, 34. Experienced Dom. Not interested in brats or princesses. Looking for a slut who knows her place and wants to be used properly. If you need your hand held through every step, swipe left.

Dom The word Daddy, coming from her… it hit me. It was the sound of her surrender. It was the sound of a woman who wanted to be taken, not just loved. My self-control didn't just break; it vanished. It turned to ash in the heat of her gaze. There was no Beta left. There was no protector. There was only Dominic Vormos, and I was about to claim what the universe had been trying to keep from me.

The house, once suffocating with risk, became their private cage. Damien wasted no time. He pulled Sierra into his arms the moment the door closed, his lips claiming hers with a hunger that bordered on savage. The nights blurred into fevered darkness silken ropes binding her wrists, whispered commands that made her shiver, stolen hours of surrender and reckless abandon. But even in the haze of passion, Sierra couldn’t ignore the truth clawing at her. Every moan, every gasp, every whispered “Daddy” was another crack in the fragile foundation of their lives.

"Totally! I'm flabbergasted right now, that sounds exactly like that scene between Domino and Isobel." And she hasn't even heard the rest of it. Domino and Isobel were the main protagonists in one of my favorite erotica novels; Specific Taste. Domino was a dominant older man who introduced a young, nineteen years old Isobel to the inescapable world of abound lust and sinful pleasure. Domino and Isobel were lovers who craved each other with every fibre of their being. The Devil and I are not lovers, I have never and will never view him from that angle. N-E-V-E-R.

"Yes, daddy... I do. The house feels empty without you. What are you doing? When will you be home? I've been waiting all day." He chuckled darkly, the sound sending shivers down her spine. "Just wrapping up some meetings, baby. Thinking about you too, how wet you got for me, begging like a good slut. I'll be back in an hour or so. Be naked and ready on the bed when I walk in. Spread those legs, touch yourself but don't cum. I want to see how desperate you are." She whimpered, her free hand slipping under her shorts instinctively, fingers brushing her clit. "An hour? That's too long... Please, daddy, hurry. I need you to fuck me again, dominate me. Tell me what you'll do, make me wetter while

The more she resisted and the more she showed her disgust, the more she would suffer. Just as she relaxed her body, she felt something hot rubbing between her buttocks. Before Emma could turn her head, his large penis entered. It wasn't a sudden entry, but with its size, she could never get used to it. Damien's breathing became heavy, hot enough to burn her skin. His skin turned red under the light, and his eyes were deep, a mix of lust and possessive desire.