Novel & Cerita Dads Best Friend Romance Books

The same calm, powerful presence. The man I spent the night with… was Tessa’s father. My lips parted slightly. “So… I slept with my best friend’s dad?” I whispered in disbelief. At the same time, his eyes met mine. And he froze. The warmth in his expression disappeared, replaced by pure shock. Neither of us spoke. The air between us became heavy and tense. Because in that moment, we both realized the truth. Last night… We crossed a line that could never be erased.

"You two know each other?" I fumble for words. "He's Emily's dad. My best friend's father. Just... family friend. That's all." The lie tastes sour on my tongue. Ethan gives a small nod, his eyes moving between us like he's piecing something together. "Right. Emily's dad." Damien gives him a thin smile, "Leah's known me a long time.”

The gesture was so intimate, so caring, it made Leo’s chest ache with an emotion far more complex than lust. When he was done, Daddy tossed the cloth aside and lay down on the bed beside Leo, pulling him into his arms. Leo went willingly, curling against the man's broad, warm chest, his head tucked under his chin. The scent of him—sex, sweat, and something uniquely Daddy—was the most comforting smell in the world. They lay in silence for a long time, just breathing. Leo felt the gentle rise and fall of Daddy's chest, the steady beat of his heart under his ear. He felt safe. He felt… home.

I leaned in, my eyes locked onto his lips, and whispered: "Protective like a stepfather—or jealous like a man?"

“Every morning you’ll report here first. Contract says so. And if you’re a very good girl… I might even let you cum before lunch.” I shivered, already aching for tomorrow, my mind spinning with every dark, delicious way he was going to break me over the next weeks, months, years. Dad’s best friend had finally claimed me—signed, sealed, and dripping with the proof. And I had never been happier to be so utterly, filthily owned.

A moan rose to my throat, but I bit it back gently, trying not to do much. This is wrong! His hands on my pussy were wrong. Getting my coochie fucked by my best friend’s dad was wrong, but what was even more terrible was the way my body trembled and the way my pussy hugged his finger, shamelessly loving how he drilled me while keeping his eyes completely locked on mine. Oh! The nerve of me to hate this man and love his fingers! The nerve of me to fucking enjoy the thrust of my best friend’s Dad. I don't like him. I still don't. But no man. Absolutely no man in my entire life has ever made my pussy feel this way…

This book is intentionally divided into two parts. Part One — The Daddy Diaries contains 67 chapters focused on consensual power exchange between adults, including traditional Daddy kink (DDLG) as well as reverse or gender-flipped dynamics (MMLG), where roles are chosen freely. Part Two marks the beginning of All Yours as a broader erotica collection. These stories explore different fantasies, taboos, and power dynamics, all centered on desire, control, consent, and obsession. If Daddy kink or role-reversal dynamics are your preference, Part One offers a complete experience.

I said and offered him a smile. “Hmm,” he sighed and closed the door behind him, while I sulked at the fact that he didn't return the smile. In my boredom, I found a pen and a sticky note. “I would rather doodle,” I said to myself before getting at it. FORMER OUTLINE Book title : Daddy's best friend My dad's best friend has been my best friend and nanny since birth, but tonight my heart wants him. "Just call me Shawn", he says with his gaze still locked with mine as we click our champagne glasses.

I was still naked from the waist down, my tank top bunched up above my heavy tits, my nipples hard and aching from all the pinching I had done while riding that toy and moaning for him. Between my legs my pussy would not stop throbbing, still slick and empty now that the thick vibrator had slipped out, leaving a wet trail down my inner thighs onto the sheets. I could smell myself in the air, that thick musky scent of arousal that filled the room, and it made my stomach twist with fresh shame because I knew exactly who had just seen it all. Logan. My dad’s best friend since before I could even remember. The guy I have called Daddy my whole life because he was always around, always treating me