Daddy Kink Erotica Novels & Stories

“Taking Daddy’s cock like a good little slut. You love being used, don’t you?” I nod frantically. “Yes, Daddy! I love it. I love it so much.” He growls low in his throat, then leans forward, pressing his chest against my back, one hand snaking around to grip my throat. “You’re mine,” he whispers into my ear. “Say it.” “I’m yours!” I cry “I’m yours, Daddy.” He bites down on my shoulder, and I scream. The pain pushes me closer to the edge. My walls flutter around him, and I am close to an orgasm, so close I could taste it.

Drunk on daddy’s sweet cock. I feel full. So full with him inside me. Shit! He nestles his chest against my back, raising my legs on the sofa. Then. “Now, kid. Ride on daddy’s rod.” He says over my left ear, kissing my earlobe. I wonder if he has a fetish for that too. I perch my hands backward over his chest and begin the hot, sensual, rousing ride over daddy’s member. “Omigod!” I let out a warbled cry as I clutch his member with my pussy.

“If you can only see yourself, Kat. You look like such a helpless slut! I read somewhere that small boobs are especially sensitive. Is this why you are especially horny? You little girl? Now… baby slut Kat… beg for Daddy’s dick… Beg Daddy to have his way with you. Beg to be daddy’s sex slut and say Thank you Daddy, for making me feel so good!” “Daddy… please let Katherine taste your big cock even though Katherine does not deserve to. Thank you Daddy for torturing my tits! They deserve to be tortured, and I just love those clips on them! It’s excruciating!!... Thank you Daddy! I cannot wait to suck your cock! “Good girl. Good slutty girl!” Daddy sits on me and lets his dick slide into my mout

I gripped the leather texture of the bed, my whole body bouncing forward, legs pulled apart and dangling in the air vigorously at every following thrust. "Don't dare cum until Daddie says so!" He reprimanded, gathering a handful of my hair, pulling it backwards as he spanked me further, pummeling my inside harder and faster, it was like he noticed the friction that gathered around my core and wanted to burst out. "Please... Dadd... Daddie... let me cum!!! Ah... yes... oh...ah" I cried out crazily as he fucked me senseless until I couldn't take it anymore, I instinctively rose my butt upward more, letting my squirting poured out freely. Shockingly, he quickly hunched down to have a lick. "Hmm

They all came knocking. It wasn't enough. The pleasure, the taboo, the satisfaction. It gave her too much of a rush. Daddy was the stuff of erotica book boyfriends. Brutal. Ruthless. Sinfully good at fucking. “Please,” The word tore out of her before she could stop it. “Please, Bill. Daddy, harder. Make it hurt. Make my pussy hurt more. Fuck harder, damn it," she succumbed, clutching a cushion to brace herself.

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!

I command, pushing a part of the belt into her mouth. Katrina licks at the leather before closing her mouth on it and suckling it. "Good girl." I praise her, rubbing her head and earning myself a moan. "Release," I command, waiting for her jaw to slack before pulling it out of her mouth. "I'm going to spank, you know, little girl. We will start with five, and I want you to count each out. Do you understand?" "Yes, Daddy, I understand." Fuck Me. I didn't have a daddy kink until just now when those words spilled from her mouth. I groan as I grab my cock and squeeze it, trying to relieve myself a little from the aching throb.

It drives me crazy beyond imagination. “Fuck me, daddy.” I blurt out, not noticing the word I used to call him. I forgot to add. Yeah, I have a daddy kink as well. Never thought I would be able to use it someday. Before I can regard my choice of word, Spencer's grip on my hip hardens and his eyes turn black with lust. Good to know that I'm not the only one with this kink. At once, he rips my panty, making me gasp.

Three of his fingers slip inside me, thrusting away. My mouth struggles to close as moans relentlessly abscond from it. "God, you're so fucking wet for Daddy. You miss me so much, huh?" "Yes, Daddy, please." "What do you want, kitten? Tell me." He licks my cheek. "I need your big cock inside me, Daddy, please." "Yeah? You want Daddy to claim your pussy?" "Yes, please." "Daddy needs to taste you first." He turns me around, and he gets on his knees. Oh my. He places kisses against the fabric of my underwear, then he slides it down, lifting each of my legs to step out of the material once it reaches my ankles.

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.