Daughter Sexually Attracted To Father Novels & Stories

“You let some random boy put his hands on you like this? On my baby girl’s beautiful tits?” The crude word coming from my father’s mouth made my pussy clench hard and a fresh rush of wetness slick my thighs. I should have stepped back. I should have grabbed the towel. But I didn’t. I stood there completely naked, letting my own father fondle my breast while his eyes burned into mine. “It was just sex, Daddy,” I whispered, my voice breathy and unsteady. “Nothing serious. Just a quick hookup.”

he replied, his hands resting on his daughter’s ass, ready to strike again. Jessica sucked in her breath, her body raging with excitement and lust for the man. He hadn’t been her stepfather for long, and already her Mother was screaming for a divorce. Jessica felt an instant attraction towards him from the moment that he walked in her life, only a few months ago. She squealed, closing her eyes tight, reveling in the electricity of his touch. “I’m so sorry, Daddy!” “You better be sorry,” Matt replied, his voice overflowing with lust for his young stepdaughter.

Damien reached under me, rough fingers finding my swollen clit and rubbing tight, mean circles while his cock dragged against that perfect spot inside me with every thrust. “Such a filthy little secret,” he breathed against my neck, teeth grazing my skin. “My daughter’s best friend bent over my desk like a whore, dripping down my balls while she lies to her face. You love this, don’t you? Love knowing I’m ruining you right under her nose.” I nodded frantically, drooling against his palm as another wave of dark pleasure built fast and vicious. The risk was intoxicating—Sophia’s trusting voice floating through the speaker while her father fucked me like he owned me, like he hated how much he n

Her body started shaking. I felt sick. This was my father. The man who used to read me stories. Now he was fucking this woman like an animal in our kitchen. The smell of sex was strong. Sweat. Cum. Her perfume. It made my stomach turn. Tears burned my eyes but I stayed hidden. My hand pressed against the hard drive in my panties. I could not get caught now. The woman turned her head slightly. In the dim light I saw her smile. “Your daughter is watching, daddy. Does that turn you on?”

He asked, his voice was as seductive as fuck. “I want… I want…” “Get out.” “I want you to take me, daddy. I want you to fuck me,” I said quickly. He raised his brows, a smirk played on his lips. “Now that's the girl I raised,” he muttered. “Are you willing to strip for daddy?” He asked. Strip? I don't know how that's done. I am not a virgin, but I haven't stripped before. But now I have to do it, in front of my best friend’s father.

Truly happy. And that realization made something inside me twist painfully. After my father died, she hadn’t been the same. She had shut down in her own way, just like I had. Quiet. Distant. Existing, but not really living. And now… this man had brought her back. The man I once imagined. And now… He was going to be my stepfather. “When is the wedding?” I asked, forcing a small smile that didn’t reach my eyes. “Soon,” she replied easily. “Later this month. Not weeks away.”

“I thought I might start by introducing myself to his father.” He smirked, just slightly. “Stepfather.” “Details,” I said, turning to face him fully. “Such fragile things. Like trust. Like bloodlines.” A flicker of something crossed his face, could it be approval? Curiosity? It was gone before I could name it. “Careful, Miss Virelle,” he murmured, stepping closer, so close I could smell the quiet heat of his cologne smelled of cedarwood and something older. “You’re playing a game where even the winners bleed.”

Her eyes locked on mine, glassy with pleasure. “You’re never running from me again,” I growled between thrusts. “You’re never risking yourself like that again. Understand?” “Yes, Daddy,” she cried out, clenching around me. “I’m yours. Only yours.” I released her wrists and slid my hand between us, rubbing her clit in tight circles. “Come for me,” I commanded. “Come on my cock like the good girl you are.” She shattered beautifully — back arching, walls pulsing around me, screaming my name.

Ava's Pov I was halfway to my room, shivering, with my hair matted to my face. I was shivering but it was nothing compared to the way my body felt like it was suddenly on fire. I could not bring myself to stop thinking about my father-in-law….and sexually too. “Are you still sulking?” Claire asked when I was hallways down the staircase. She was tapping her manicured nails against her phone screen. And of course, the little boy was with her, with his curly hair, and chubby cheeks. He clung to her skirt while sucking on a lollipop, I wished I could hate him, but he did nothing wrong.

“Oh my god, Adrian—Daddy—shut the fuck up! You think that’s funny? your son—was right there, banging on the door while you fucked me. What if he heard us in the shower? What if he pushed in and saw me like this—naked, marked up, pussy swollen from your cock? Fuck, he’d lose his shit, call me a cheating whore, and you’d be the one explaining why his girlfriend’s dripping his father’s load! But shit… the way you sent him away like it was nothing… god, that’s hot as hell. You’re such a bastard, but I love it—now what? “Or maybe… Daddy, you should fuck me one more time right here—hard and quick—so I can feel your cum gushing out while I text Lucian back and tell him I’m ‘fine.’ Make me your naug