Novel & Cerita Daughter Seduces Daddy Stories

I cried out as my orgasm grew closer. "Marianne, you are so fucking gorgeous," my father said and I snapped my eyes open. He was staring at my face, smiling. Oh my god he was beautiful! I wanted to kiss him, but in this position, I couldn't quite reach his face. I would have to maneuver my legs down along his. But I didn't want to move. This felt too good. Up and down, I kept fucking him. He was breathing heavily and so was I. Fuck I was getting close! Staring at him, I remembered the naughty words he had chosen for me in his stories. My smile grew wider. Seductively wide. Then I moaned out the words, "Do you want to fill your daughter's pussy with cum, daddy?"

CHAPTER 1: TIED OPEN FOR DADDY (WARNING: DEGRADATION, HARDCORE ROUGH SEX AND KINKS) LAURA “Please, Daddy… please, I can’t—oh God, I can’t take it anymore!” My scream ripped out of me, raw and desperate, as he cranked the speed on the plugs buried inside my pussy and my ass. “Turn them off, Daddy, please! I’m begging you—my pussy, my ass, they’re fucking me so hard I’m going to break!”

I keep sucking until his orgasm ends, then pull off slowly, kiss the tip, and say, “Thank you, Daddy.” “God, little girl,” Daddy says, “You felt so good.” I giggle and say, “Thank you, Daddy.” He sits up, and his eyes seem more awake now. That felt good, but it wasn’t right, little girl,” he says, “You’re my stepdaughter.” “I’m an adult, Daddy,” I say, “And so are you. I seduced you, so if anyone did anything wrong it was me, not you.” “Why?” he asks. “I mean, why did you...”

“Not fucked. Just messed around. There’s a difference.” “Did you at least lock the door?” “Of course I locked the door. What do you think I am, an amateur?” Nash is laughing. “This is why you’re my favorite. No shame whatsoever.” “Shame is boring.” Xavier turns to me. “Arrett. Truth or dare.” “Truth.” “Boring. Fine. What’s the wildest thing you’ve done sexually?” I think about lying but there’s no point. “Had sex in my dad’s office during a company party. Girl from Westbridge. We snuck up there during cocktail hour.”

“Your cock feels so good… stretching my little pussy… I’m your slut, Daddy—your filthy little cumslut!” He thrust up to meet me, driving deeper, hitting that spot that made my eyes roll back. “That’s my good girl. Look at you riding Daddy’s cock while your real dad thinks I’m just driving you home. Such a naughty little girl.” I leaned forward, my hands on his chest, grinding my clit against him with every roll of my hips. My moans turned into broken sobs. “Harder, Daddy—please! I want you to ruin me… fill me up with your cum… breed your little girl’s tight cunt!”

“It feels so wrong, Daddy. Your wife could come home any minute. But I need your cock. Please pound me harder. Ruin your son’s ex right here in her kitchen.” He gripped my hips and fucked me with powerful strokes. The risk made everything more intense. We moved to the living room next. I rode him on the couch where family photos hung on the walls. “Look at your wife’s picture while you fuck me, Daddy,” I begged. “Tell me how much you love using me behind her back.” Mr. Reed thrust up hard and held me tight. “I love it, Sarah. You are tighter and wetter than she has been in years. You are my perfect secret slut.”

Running my tongue over them like a cat drinking water, countless times, was teasing for the both of us. “Why are you so damn sexy? What hell did you come from?” I felt helpless and caged. “The one you created in your mind about me, Daddy.” Jesus Christ. She knew exactly when to tease me to the max. “Say it again.” I roared, biting and licking around her breasts, squeezing and sucking hopelessly. “Daddyyyy! Fuck, more. Suck me more. Fuck, more daddy, moreeee…” She's so fucking evil. I want to fuck her, it's much more of a need now actually. I want to place her on this desk, spread her legs, and fuck her.

Excitement rippled through me, my nipples, now rock hard, ached even more, and my thighs clenched. “Please… daddy.” His grip on my shoulders tightened. “Don't..” he hissed. “Don't fucking do that.” I smiled. “I want you to fuck me, daddy.” “If you call me that one more time, Lora.” He paused, his breathing heavy, every breath filled with failing reatraint and desire that had been locked away for a very long time. “Then I might not be able to control what happens next.” “Please, daddy.. fuck me.”

Dad finally let me order and let Asher pay, but he told Asher that Asher owed him double if he paid tonight, and he planned to spend Asher's money by ordering all the expensive food here. A sexy woman was at the table across from us, and she seemed to deliberately lift her dress to accentuate her smooth brown thighs. Dad chuckled at the sexy woman who seemed to be trying to flirt with him. "Look behind you, Asher. What do you think of that girl?" when you asked Asher, I almost wanted to get angry. I thought Dad was taking Asher to see those smooth thighs. Asher turned around for a moment, and he looked back at me.

Warning: This book series has lots of steamy scenes and you are in for a hot thrilling ride. Blurb “I will mark every inch of your body, gag and pin you while filling you up with my c*m and watching you writhe in pleasure under me. Something I am sure that loser could never do.” He smirked. ** ** ** Still reeling from the humiliation of a horrible break up from her ex and her parents’ divorce, Isadora Kingsford decides to stay with her best friend over the holidays just to get over the hurt however what she didn't prepare for was lusting after Tristan Kavanaugh—her best friend’s sinfully attractive father.