Daddy's Dark Desires Novels & Stories

It nestles, and as Daddy plows into me, I feel that pleasure welling up in me again. “Oh yes, Daddy. Fuck me. Fuck your dirty little girl.” “You're Daddy's, baby. He's gonna fuck this pussy till we're both nice and old.” He flips me over, and getting me to my knees, Daddy fucks me like a little doggy on the couch. All the dirty desires I've thought about the stream to the surface, nothing held me back anymore. They all want to be experimented with, all seemingly stuck in high gear.

He growled at the sound of her confession, his body twitching with insane pleasure. “Oh, momma. I want to hear you crave me again. So say it momma. Say it loudly.” “I want you, Daddy. I want your cock.” She cried out breathlessly. “I want you to fuck me until I can't walk—until I forget my name.” A dark groan tore past Devine’s throat. “Oh mommas I would have you spread out on the bed, face down, ass up” His voice came in a hot rasp, voice thick with lust.

“So I’m just your dirty little secret? Your stepdaughter fuck toy you keep hidden while you build a normal life with her?” Daddy’s grip tightened on my face, forcing me to look at him again. His eyes were dark, intense, almost angry. “Don’t twist this, Ava,” he growled. “You think I want a normal life? You think I want to come home to a respectable wife who spreads her legs once a week and calls it making love?” He stepped closer, pressing his still-hard cock against my soaked pussy. “I want you,” he said fiercely. “I want the girl who screams ‘Daddy’ when I fuck her ass. I want the girl who gets wet when I edge her in public. I want the girl who wears my collar and begs to be used like a to

David looked at her with sadness on his face. “You should understand that I don’t want it, Clementine. But we cannot do anything not to undo it.” “No, father! I’m sure that she seduces him well!” Beatrice stopped what she was doing and looked at Clementine. “What?” “Stop it, Clementine. Your father will not like it,” Veronica whispered, and tried to calm down Clementine. But she was full of emotions already. “She seduced him! I’m not surprised now if she already gave her virginity to–”

He carried me again as if I weighed nothing, then leaned close to my ear, his whisper sending destructive shivers through my trembling body. He said in a low... deep... dangerous voice. “You need to drink that damn thing every day if you’re going to make me your target like this... mamacita.” My eyes locked with his. That darkness drowning inside his gaze was pulling me toward him with deadly slowness. I whispered unconsciously. “Your eyes are dark and bright at the same time.” He started walking with me toward the shore without breaking eye contact between us. “And you... your eyes are burning and extinguished at the same time.”

He suddenly dropped me to the floor, bent down and whispered. "DARK DESIRES...." "Wh.... what are you...",I stuttered trying to understand what he was saying. But then I felt a heavy metal on my head. I felt everything blacking out.

“You are my daughter's best friend. You were supposed to be like a daughter to me.” “I’m not your daughter,” I whisper. “I never was. And I don’t want a father figure. I want you.” He hesitates for a single second longer. Then says “Is that what you want, baby? You want to call me Daddy while I do filthy things to you?” My lips part, heat spiraling between my thighs. “Yes.” That’s all it takes. He grabs my chin, fingers slipping past my lips. “In and out,” he murmurs darkly, mimicking the rhythm of what’s to come. “You want to ride Daddy’s cock, Harper? You want to let him ruin you so good, you will neverlook back at that scumbag?

She continued with her action and he watched her do it with solemn eyes. "I don't treat women like my whores because they are never able to handle my darkest desires." His voice came out deep, husky, gruff and mirthless. He was serious and it made her nervous. "If I should treat you as such, then you'll have to promise that you can handle it without any complaints."

I felt the tremors starting in my thighs, the pleasure becoming too much to bear. "Don't you dare close your eyes," he whispered, his voice a dark command. "I want you to feel every inch of this." He leaned all his weight into me, pinning me down against the mattress while his hands never let go of my hips. The friction was undoing me—a heavy, grinding pressure that hit deeper and deeper with every strike. "Daddy's girl," he muttered, his voice breaking as he FUCKED me more harder. "My good, little girl." "Harder… harder… Fuck me harder!" I screamed, my eye widened in pleasure.