Daddy Kink Romance Books Novels & Stories

“Yes, fuck, right there, daddy.” Who the fuck is this girl with daddy kink The headboard slammed. Wet and rhythmic. Squelches echoed down the hall, the unmistakable sound of a pussy taking cock hard and fast. He was groaning loud on purpose. She was louder. I was three quarters through a bottle of vodka that I had stolen from Richard's bar, trying to drink myself unconscious before the show started. It hadn't worked. I would have worked, if it started the usual time it does. But he's a devil, he knows how to do everything to suit what he wants.

daddy says through his teeth and I accidentally lift my hips, causing the tip to brush a spot inside me that makes me scream. “Daddy! Daddy please…please fuck me” I cry out and he lifts my leg to wrap around his waist, his face set and he begins to pound into me. Each thrust has me seeing stars as my innocent is torn to shreds and my body makes way for daddy. “Good girl…taking daddy's cock like a pro” Kandy says and locks our lips together to swallow down my moan while her hand fondles my spit slick breast. It's all too much, the cock sliding in and out of my pussy, the hand massaging my tit and the tongues in my mouth.

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.

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.

For some reason, stroking Daddy felt a lot less inappropriate than kissing him. Which feels a whole less inappropriate than what Daddy does next. Leaning forward in his chair, he wraps one arm around my lower back, holding me tight. His hand sweeps under me, pulling my panties to the side, exposing my soaking cunt. Guiding his cock with his free hand, Daddy positions it under me as he lifts me up, only to drop me down on it, impaling me on his meaty shaft. “Oh fuck, Daddy!” I cry out, sharp stabbing pleasure gripping my vaginal walls as his thick cock slides into me.

"Daddy's fucking rock hard for you, baby. Is that pussy ready for a good stretching?" "Yes, Daddy. Please, I need your cum inside it." "Good girl. Oh, I love you so much." He grinds his cock against my slick folds, and then slides it inside. His size stretches my walls, and they clench around his cock in return. "Fuck, you're so tight, baby girl. I love how it feels." "Daddy, please." He kisses me. "Shh, kitten, Daddy's got you. Mmm, you like feeling Daddy's cock inside you?"

“When I’m making you moan like this, when I'm claiming your body, you call me daddy. Understood?” I've never had a daddy kink before, but something about hearing it come from Saph’s lips over the last few weeks has brought out a new side of myself. “Yes, Daddy. That feels so good,” she moans, writhing on the couch wantonly. The animal in me is unleashed. I tug her red scrub pants off, discarding them to the floor. Her thin black panties quickly become a mess of silk shreds on the floor. Saph gasps as I pave a path of kisses down her torso, stopping right above her neatly trimmed pussy. I may have a newfound daddy kink, but I still appreciate knowing I’m with a woman. I love that her pussy is

The man looked over to the stocky, muscular, top-heavy man standing next to him. I grabbed at my sides in discomfort, my fingers making contact with the jean shorts I was wearing. It reminded me that I wasn't prepared for the occasion. I should have been on a daddy-daughter lunch date at this time, but instead I was with Papa meeting with men in his mafia ring. If I'd known any better, I would've covered my body; I loathed these slimy a*sholes scanning me up and down. "You know, I pull women like this all the time, Dad," the young man, outfitted in an open, short-sleeved dress shirt and black jeans, threw back at his father.

I screamed around him, the sound was muffled, and Dex groaned, “That’s it, princess, soak Uncle’s cock, show Daddy how bad you wanted it.” But they didn’t pull out. Damian withdrew his fingers, lifted my legs higher, and replaced them with his own cock, pressing into my ass while Dex stayed in my pussy, both of them sliding in together, stretching me wide. “Daddy’s home,” he murmured, sinking in, controlled, and owned, his suit jacket still on, his chest pressing my knees. “Uncle Rafe, deeper in her mouth.” Rafe obeyed silently, thrusting slowly to my throat, making me gag, saliva dripping down my chin, his dead eyes never leaving my face. Dex laughed, biting my nipple, and kept pounding, hi

The heavy tension kept building, slow and intense, making my thighs tremble. Damien kissed me again, deep and filthy, while one hand slipped between us. He pushed my panties aside and ran two thick fingers along my slippery folds. “So fucking wet,” he breathed against my mouth. “All this for the man you claim to hate?” I moaned loudly as he circled my swollen clit with his fingertips. The pleasure was maddening. He kept the pressure perfect — not too fast, not too slow — building me up gradually while I continued grinding against his hand and cock.