Daughter Daddy Sex Novels & Stories

David moaned loudly into my pussy, the sound vibrating through my clit as he sucked even harder. He added a third finger, stretching me wider, fucking me rough and deep while his tongue lashed my clit without mercy. “Such a naughty little girl,” he growled, curling his fingers viciously against my G-spot. “Spreading your legs for your mother’s husband the second she leaves the house. You want Daddy to fuck you better than she ever could, don’t you? Want me to claim this young, tight cunt that Mommy doesn’t even know about?” “Yes, Daddy! Fuck — please!” I was shaking, tears of overwhelming pleasure leaking from the corners of my eyes.

Susan “Forget it!” I screamed at my mother who looked very red, “You made me a liar. I went on TV to say that Richard Cuban is my father. Do you have any idea how embarrassed I was?” “Why would you be embarrassed?” my mother matched my fervour, “you have done nothing wrong. You are Richard Cuban's daughter.” “Again with the claim!” I screamed, “When are you going to drop it? The DNA was conclusive.” Eleanor Rivers folded her arms.

I thought my biggest secret was the one that could destroy me. I was wrong. To survive college, I built a secret life behind a camera. I hide my face, keep my real identity locked away, and let strangers pay to see the side of me nobody knows exists. Then my mother calls. She's getting married. To Alexander Black. A billionaire. A man powerful enough to buy almost anything—and the man my mother has chosen because becoming his wife will give her the status, influence, luxury, and social power she's always craved. I expect him to be arrogant. I don't expect to be attracted to him. And I certainly don't expect him to look at me like there's something familiar about me. Because Alexan

he asks, voice rough. “Yes. Please.” He begins to move in long, measured strokes. Every thrust is controlled. Every retreat is slow. His eyes stay locked on mine. One of his hands remains spread over the side of my belly, steadying, feeling. Zavian stays close on my other side, kissing my mouth, my cheek, the corner of my eye. His fingers stroke through my hair and then trail down to rest over Caspian’s hand on my stomach so that both of them are touching me and the babies at once.

“Your guilt, your pleasure, your trauma they all belong to Daddy now. The more you hurt, the tighter you hold onto me. That’s how I know this bond is unbreakable.” He reached between us and rubbed my clit, pushing me toward another orgasm. “Come for me, babygirl,” he commanded. “Come while you think about your mother watching her daughter get fucked by the man who took her away.” The twisted words sent me over the edge. I came violently, screaming as my body clenched around him. Daddy followed right after, burying himself deep and filling me with hot cum. Afterward, he held me tightly against his chest, stroking my hair as I cried softly.

Gosh this girl, mum blushed and fish out of the living room covering her face, can't believe at this age mum is still shy "Come on darling I was having a nice time with your mother before you chase her" Daddy pouted "Ohh no daddy don't cry you know where to get your wife" I winked at him rushing out of the house "You kid…!" I heard Dad screaming after me but I was already out I smirk standing outside "Robert Declan, I'm coming for you"

daddy defends me, hiding me completely behind him. "Baby or not, she made hell shake, again," he says trying to get toward me, but I kept on hiding behind him, my face planted into his back, not letting go anytime soon. "She's being trained, I assure you, sir, her alliance lies with you," daddy says. "Trained, true, but instead of moving the apple like a witch her age, she moved you along the apple," Lucifer says, is he mad, I won't do it again, never.

Allowing his son to be with such a woman was a sin; she was unworthy of motherhood. Daniel fell silent for a brief moment, but he remained slightly unwilling. His handsome face tensed, and his small mouth tightened. "But I want to see her now, Daddy. Can you call Auntie to come?" Daniel's eyes shimmered with sadness, his stubbornness gradually fading under the overwhelming presence of his father. Elliot looked at him in disbelief, his gaze softening. He could sense the fading resilience in his son's eyes and couldn't help but feel a twinge of pain in his heart.

My back arched, my bones stiffening with mad pleasure. "Not yet, cupcake" He smacked the side of my tit, sucked softly on my nipple and then went down slowly, keeping his eyes on me. "I have to cum, daddy. Please let me cum" "Hmmm... Just a little bit more" Daddy growled, his face in between my legs. The room being well lit while he looked directly into my pussy made me feel a bit embarrassed but that embarrassment only increased the fire in me. I felt daddy's fingers dip into my pussy and I screamed.

The sound of the shower running filled my ears, and my head began imagining things. He was in the shower. Naked. Water poured over that sexy body of his. Good lord. I had seen Claire's dad a few times on TV. He always had a suit on and looked like the billionaire he was known to be. Who knew under all those clothes that there was a sex god? I wanted to gush about him with someone else. But Claire was my only friend... And his daughter. I might as well swallow my thoughts and never speak of them. "Dad, I know you can hear me!" Claire screeched, pouting her lips.