Daddy Erotica Novels & Stories

Then I grabbed his hair and again made our tongues meet. "You're going to get punished, baby girl!" Asher said with a cruel intonation. "Yes, Daddy." I laughed mockingly. Asher carried me straight to the bed and dropped my body on his bed. He then went to my bottom, and his tongue played on my clit until I was very wet. "Did you like your punishment, baby girl?" Asher asked. His head popped up between my thighs. "Yes, Daddy," I said. Now, my body was writhing wildly. Asher was very good at making me horny.

He pinned them to the mattress on either side of her hips, his grip firm and unyielding. "When Daddy is on your body," he growled, his eyes blazing up at her from between her thighs, "you need to learn that every single action of yours must be with permission." His voice dropped even lower, becoming something dark and dangerous and devastatingly arousing. "Do you understand me, you naughty, cock-loving slut?" The words were followed by a sharp spank directly to her pussy, making her back arch off the mattress. "Fuck! Y... yes! Yes, daddy!" Anny cried out, her fingers gripping the sheets so tightly her knuckles went white.

Six times I broke apart in his mouth, and still he wouldn’t stop, as if he needed to taste every drop of me. By the time he finally pulled back, his lips and chin glistened with me, his eyes wild with hunger. He stood and shoved his pants down, his thick cock springing free, hard and throbbing. My eyes widened, my pussy clenching tight with need. “You wanted daddy to fuck you the other night,” he growled, stroking himself slowly, teasing me with the sight. “Now you’ll get it.” He spread my legs open wide and pushed inside me hard, filling me in one deep thrust. I cried out, my hands clutching the sheets as he stretched me impossibly wide.

Isabella managed to mutter in between her moans. “Yes, babygirl. Cum. Cum for daddy. Fill your daddy’s mouth with your sweet cum.” His muffled voice came and his movement became more ferocious and within seconds she came, filling his mouth wholly. He drank her each and every drop of cum and finally hovered her, aligning his dick on her hole. “Ready to be filled by daddy again, babygirl?” “Ye… Yes, daddy.” Isabella replied, breathing heavily.

She tried to pull his hand away, but his strength was miles beyond hers. "Daddy... let go, it really hurts..." she whimpered, her eyes welling up from the stinging pain. "You’re the one who asked for it, aren't you?" Revan hissed. His gaze dropped to her heaving chest before snapping back to her eyes. "Don’t ever play with fire if you aren't ready to get burned. You think I’m like those idiots your mother married before? I could break you in a heartbeat without even blinking." He held that crushing grip for several long, agonizing seconds. It felt like he was channeling every bit of frustration and lust he’d been holding back since last night directly into her skin. Once he saw the genuine f

This man wasn't giving me chance to catch my breath, and I was feeling drowned by his powerful touches —he's amazing just like his son! "Yes, daddy!" I gasped sharply when he slash the kiss, and we both gazed at each other piercingly. Mr. Reagan's traveled to my thighs and he slipped into my pant, he flicked his fingers as he sorted for my pussy. Before I could say a word; he thrust his two strong fingers into my pussy. "Ow!" I moaned, my hands settling on his broad shoulders as he molested my pussy. Causing a series of emotions mixed with sensation to flush through my veins, the adrenaline was too much!

Blurb. Daddy’s Dirty Secrets is a collection of stories where temptation never knocks—it walks straight in. Every tale explores the thrill of forbidden attraction, dangerous choices, hidden affairs, and desires too powerful to ignore. Here, love isn’t always innocent, heroes aren’t always good, and the lines between right and wrong blur with every stolen moment. Whether it’s a ruthless billionaire guarding more than his fortune, a mafia king with a dangerous obsession, an alpha who refuses to let go, or strangers whose lives collide at exactly the wrong time, every story offers a new escape into a world where passion and consequences go hand in hand. No two stories are alike, but th

I didn't want to. My imagination was nothing compared to the real deal. Nothing. I watched him rinse his face, wet hair cradling his face. And then he turned off the shower, grabbed a towel from the rack, and dried his body, turning his back to me. My eyes fell on those powerful glutes and thighs. I licked my bottom lip, wetting it on hunger. Being as gorgeous, this had to be sin. Ogling your best friend's dad is also a sin, Isadora.

I wanted to run, but my legs dared not move. Taylor's voice dripped with exaggerated moans as she continued, intensifying every filthy detail I'd poured out in secret. "'He spins me around, bends me over the nearest table. Books scatter everywhere as he unzips his jeans, his cock, thick, veined, throbbing, pressing against my ass. "Beg for it," he growls, and I do, whimpering please, Darian, fuck me hard. He slams into me from behind, one hand fisting my hair, pulling my head back so he can bite my neck. Each thrust is brutal, stretching me, filling me completely, his hips slapping against mine with wet, obscene sounds. I come undone, clenching around him, but he doesn't stop. He pounds me r

My breasts bounced with each thrust, nipples grazing his chest hair, sending jolts straight to clit. "Call me Big Daddy. Let me hear how bad you need this," he demanded, teeth on my neck, sucking until there was a mark on my neck. "Oh, fuck daddy, big daddy! Yes! Deeper!" Voice echoed off tiles on the wall, drowned by the shower. He released my wrists, his hand sliding between us; fingers found the clit, rubbing rough circles. "Cum for me. Cum for Daddy! Cum for Daddy." Tension brimmed as he pounded me harder; I bucked wild, chasing an orgasm. "I'm close! Don't stop! Ahh daddy!"