Daddy Dom Romance Books Novels & Stories

“You’re so big, Daddy.” He covered my mouth again. “Quiet. We don’t want Victoria hearing you moan like a little slut.” His hips moved fast and rough. Each thrust shook the bed. “Take this dick. Milk it with your tight cunt.” I wrapped my legs around him. Pleasure mixed with pain in the best way. “Harder, Daddy,” I begged between his fingers. “Fill me up again. I need your cum.” Damien pounded me faster. Sweat dripped from his chest onto my breasts. “You love this, don’t you? Getting fucked by a man old enough to be your father while strangers wait outside.”

We stayed joined against the counter until our breathing slowed, and then he eased out, and the warm slide of his come leaking onto the tile made my stomach tighten with filthy satisfaction. That same night, after my mother had returned and gone to bed, he came to my room again in the dark. The visit was quieter and more desperate, the risk of her waking only a few doors away making every thrust sharper. He pushed into me from behind while I stayed on my side and the slow deep strokes built until I came with my face pressed into the pillow to muffle the sounds. He filled me again and then stayed inside me until his cock softened, and only then did he ease out and leave me with the evidence o

“Why didn’t you say so sooner?” “Why ruin your exploration?” “You have a smart mouth,” he mutters and his hand connects with my ass again. “Has anyone ever told you that?” “Maybe,” I respond, enjoying the way he was dominating me. “But I like the way you do it better.” “Fuck, darling,” he groans, grabbing my hair and pulling so that my body is flush against his. “Keep talking dirty to me.” “How dirty?” I pant as my hips start to move in time with his. “Should I tell you how good it feels having you in me?”

Firelight flickered against dark stone walls while the scent of burning wood, liquor, and masculine musk hung heavily in the air. But none of that was what stunned me. Valen sat at the edge of his enormous bed looking completely unbothered while a blonde woman knelt between his spread thighs. Her mouth was stretched open wide around him, swallowing him down to the root as her throat convulsed around his thick, slick length. She was eagerly sucking the pre-cum straight from the head of his manhood, her cheeks hollowing out as she drank him in with messy, loud slurps that coated his pubic hair in wet saliva.

The words tumbled out, and I felt my pussy squeeze around his dick when I realized what I just said. A stunned silence stretched on the other end. Then, Val’s voice, a whisper of disbelief. “Your daddy?” Dom chuckled, a low, guttural sound that vibrated through my body as he began a slow, deliberate thrust. His hips ground against mine, his balls slapping softly against my ass cheeks. “Yes,” I whimpered, feeling his immense length fill me completely. “My old black stepfather. He has… he has a gigantic cock.” “Don’t hang up,” Val commanded, her voice suddenly urgent, a spark of something new igniting within it. “I want to listen.”

Did he really just write his name using his cum? There is only one book I’ve read where the morally grey character did that. I remember it vividly because my jaw was on the floor and if the author had asked for my soul to bring him to life, I would have said yes without hesitation. Not only is Dane giving me big bad daddy Dom, but in a short period, he’s given me everything I need. But this? He’s doing the Goddess’ work by bringing a smut slut’s dreams to life.

he said, the words rolling off his tongue slowly. The word “ Daddy” hit me like a spark to dry tinder, making my whole body flush crimson from my cheeks down to my toes, my pussy throbbing hard and insistent at the raw dominance in his tone, a pulse of need clenching deep inside me that had me biting my lip to keep from moaning right there. Oh shit, why does that sound so fucking hot coming from him? I had read several books like this, with those daddy stuff, and to be honest, I felt hot.

Andrew’s cross, the spanking bench, and the wall of paddles and whips. “Rule number three,” Damian said as they returned to the master bedroom. “You sleep in my bed every night, naked and available. You will wake me with your mouth if I desire. You will never refuse me.” He pushed her gently onto the huge bed and stood at the foot of it, slowly unbuttoning his shirt to reveal a powerfully muscled chest and abs. His cock was already hard again. “On your back. Legs spread wide. Hands above your head. Do not move them.”

Tina straddled the arm of the couch on my other side, her hand already between my legs, two fingers sliding through my dripping folds. “Oh my god… she’s dripping down cock already. So fucking wet for you, Sir.” Dad’s hand gripped my ass, spreading me open. His cockhead nudged my entrance, hot and slick. “Look at you… so fucking ready to take daddy’s cock like you were made for it.” He pushed in slow—inch by thick inch—stretching me open until I was full, burning and perfect. I cried out, nails digging into his shoulders. “Fuck—Daddy—too big…”

With effortless strength, he lifted me onto the polished surface, shoving aside a stack of leather-bound books and papers that had scattered across the floor with soft thuds. His hands roamed greedily, sliding up my thighs, pushing the hem of my short dress higher, palming my breast, pinching my hard nipples through the thin fabric of my bra until my nipples ached, then sliding between my thighs, he pushed my soaked lace thong aside and plunged two thick fingers straight into my cunt. “Fuck,” he muttered against my neck, his breath hot as he nipped at my skin. “Soaking my hand like a desperate little whore already. This pussy is dripping for Daddy, isn’t it?’