Father And Daughter Sexy Novels & Stories

i let out a low gasps. I can hear my mind screaming about how wrong all of this is. If mom find's out her boyfriend is pleasuring me right now, things cannot be good for either of us. But dad voice is too intoxicating, i cannot stop. I climbed even higher in ecstasy as he slip his hands under my panties. My clit is so swollen and my juice are dripping, then his finger move with purpose against my clit, each stroke faster than the last one and unable to hold it any longer a moan escape from my lip but dad is quick to cover my mouth with the blanket to prevent my mom from hearing.

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.

"Did he take advantage of you?" "No." Dad exhales slowly, rubbing a hand across his face. "You answered those too quickly." "Because they're true." His eyes narrow slightly. "Sandra…...." "No." I shake my head before he can finish. "You asked for the truth, and that's exactly what I'm giving you." He leans back in his chair. "I need to know." "I know." "Then help me understand." His voice finally breaks. "Because from where I'm standing, this looks like a forty-three-year-old man falling in love with my daughter."

he said, like he wasn’t sure I was real. I forced myself to smile. “Hey, Jace. Long time.” His gaze dipped once—to my mouth, then back to my eyes. It lasted a second, maybe two, but the heat of it curled low in my stomach. Dad clapped Jace on the back, oblivious. “My daughter’s all grown up, isn’t she?” Jace’s jaw flexed. “Yeah,” he muttered. “She is.” Dinner was a blur of business talk—contracts, partnerships, expansion plans. The Carters were merging something with my father’s company. I didn’t care. I was too busy pretending I didn’t feel Jace’s gaze burning holes through me from across the table.

Signed already. Italy. Sicily. “Where?” I asked. My voice surprised me. It was steady. “Sicily,” my father said. “You will go to Sicily.” My mother made a sound that was neither a cry nor a scream. She reached for me, but my father shoved her aside without hesitation. She hit the wall with a dull thud and slid slightly before catching herself. I stood. That was the moment I stopped being a daughter. I crossed the room and helped my mother up. Her hands clutched my clothes desperately, fingers digging into fabric as if she could anchor me to the floor if she held tight enough.

She seemed disoriented for a moment as she seemed to be trying to decide if her naked, aroused father was really standing there over her or if she was imaging it. Tom's cock was pulsing harder than ever as he watched his surprised daughter gazing up and down his naked body. He took a seat on the side of her lounge chair and ran his hand up the inside of her leg, all the way to the edge of her bikini where her hand was still on her pussy. Her hand stopped moving when she opened her eyes to discover her naked father standing there, and now Tom slipped his hand under the skimpy bottom and ran his fingers over the girl's syrupy wet slit. Brook pulled her hand away and let her father take over fi

It felt like father and daughter claiming each other before a witness made it that much more real. Keri whimpered and moaned as her father plunged a pair of fingers in and out of her slick pussy channel. Tyla was moaning just as loud. Meanwhile, Rex's cock was hard and swollen to it furthest limit as his pretty, blonde daughter hovered over it. And as good as the man's experienced fingers felt plumbing her slippery hole, the girl was eager to feel that thick shaft pushing up inside her. But then, she almost forgot where she was as she kissed her father back. Her mind was in a whirl as his tongue swept through her mouth and played with hers.

"I'm still unsatisfied even though he's rotting and a living carcass in there, Asher. I must go to him and spit in that rancid bastard's face. If necessary, I'll cut off his genitals myself with my hands for having-" Father didn't continue. He cleared his throat and pretended to cough. I understood. He couldn't bring himself to talk about someone who intended to rape his daughter. Asher's face tightened. I knew that Asher would tremble if Dad found out about our relationship. He must not have been ready to tell him everything. "I'll accompany you."

His eyes scanned the words slowly, once, then twice. He looked up at Daisy, his eyes glistening. “Daisy,” he began, his voice barely a whisper. “It’s… it’s true. It says here. Alessandro Ferrari is indeed the biological father of Miss Daisy.” He repeated the words, as if trying to grasp their reality. “All these years,” he continued, his voice cracking, filled with regret, “all these years… I had a daughter. And I never knew anything about her. Not a single thing. You were right here, in this world, living a life I was completely unaware of. How could I have been so blind?” He looked genuinely pained.

I slapped myself and cried out again, "Dad!" At that moment, my father was shirtless, a blanket barely covering his lower body. Hearing my words, he panicked, hurriedly wrapping a towel around himself. "What's going on?" he asked, frantically covering every inch of exposed skin. Kneeling, I bowed my head low. "Dad! I'm your real daughter!" The shock of the truth nearly made my father faint. He started hitting his head, muttering to himself, "I almost did something terrible! I may be a pervert, but I'm not a monster!"