Father Daughter Erotica Novels & Stories

“You don’t protect anyone but yourself. You cling to power like it’s the only thing that matters. And look where that’s gotten us! This war, this mess…it’s all your fault!” Her words cut deeper than I thought possible. I took another step forward, reaching out to her. “Pamela, please. You are my daughter. I love you—” “Love me?” she scoffed, stepping back as if my touch was poison. “Don’t lie to me. You don’t love me. You love being queen, even when it’s clear you shouldn’t be…Dad told me everything.” “That’s not true… your dad is a liar, your Dad…” she interrupted just when I wanted to expose his affair.

Xavier Galvan's first love, Winter Singleton, happens to return to the country on the same day our daughter, Tina Galvan, is diagnosed with a heart condition. I wait helplessly with my five-year-old Tina at the hospital for her results. Meanwhile, Xavier drives to the airport to pick up Winter and her son, Ian Becker, just so that he can feel like he has a father to pick them up. I sign the surgery consent form alone while sitting by Tina's hospital bed. Meanwhile, Xavier takes Winter shopping at the mall and even picks out a birthday present for his newly-appointed "godson". On the day of Tina's surgery, just before she's wheeled into the theater, she grabs Xavier's sleeve tightly, refus

Simon's hand came around to my front, fingers finding my clit again while he kept moving and the combination was devastating and too much and exactly enough all at once. "Daddy—" It slipped out involuntarily. His pace spiked immediately, a sharp rough groan against my shoulder, his grip tightening on my hip hard enough to bruise. "Say it again," he ordered. I did. He drove into me harder until I was crying out quietly against my own arm, the orgasm crashing through me in waves while Simon followed seconds later with a low controlled groan that he pressed into the back of my neck. Silence. Both of us breathing hard. His forehead resting against the back of my head. His hands loosening slowly

His fingers dug into the armrests until the skin over his knuckles went white. Then my father’s hand came across my face so hard that people nearby gasped. Someone started whispering. Someone else stared like they were watching a show. “Matteo comes from the Ashford family,” my father said, keeping his voice low but making sure each word cut. “Do you honestly think someone like you deserves him? You know he wants your sister, and still you reach for her man. Do you want to destroy this family?” Blood ran from the corner of my mouth, warm and tasting like metal. But I did not touch my face. I did not move back. I just looked him in the eye and smiled.

"Mom was wrong. What did we do to you? What did we all do to you?" Even though Ava had already experienced it once, she still hugged the diary and cried until she shook. "Mia, look at Dad. Please look at Dad." Dad crawled to the desk. "Dad was wrong. You were never a bad investment. You're my daughter." He lifted his hand and slapped himself hard twice. "I'm not human. I forced my own daughter to death." Ava crouched on the floor and frantically searched for the forum on her phone. "I want to trade my sister back. I'll pay any price."

She said, "Don't worry about it. Look all you want. It's not like I'm going to lose anything." She really didn't care. She was showing off her smooth legs right in front of me and letting me stare all I wanted. I smiled back and said, "You're really something. Those are the prettiest legs I've ever seen." And just like that, we started chatting back and forth. It turned out that her name was Lauren Ward. She had a boyfriend, but he could never satisfy her. Every time they were together, he would be done after just a few moments. The more frustrated Lauren became, the more she craved release, so she started using toys to take care of herself.

He stopped moving. I didn’t want to give him the satisfaction, but my body had other ideas. I rolled my hips, taking him deep, again and again, chasing the angle that made stars burst behind my eyelids. My hair bounced against my back, breasts bouncing with every thrust, moans climbing from whispered to loud enough that my father had to hear. Devon’s hands gripped my ass hard enough to bruise, guiding me, growling filthy praise against my throat. I slowed, grinding lazy circles, eyes flicking sideways. Dad was pressed into the far corner of the cell, hands clamped over his ears, eyes squeezed shut like that could block out the sound of his daughter getting fucked ten feet away.

I saw the disgust flash across my father’s face. Who wouldn't be disgusted, it's Eunice the biggest whore in this city. She wants to fuck everyone. He pushed the door open. Inside, Eunice with two girls, one girl licking her pussy, the other kissing her. At the sight of my dad, they scrambled away, hurriedly fixing their clothes before fleeing. Eunice froze, fear flickering in her eyes before she masked it. She buttoned her blouse and sat back down, forcing a smile. “Sit,” she said stiffly.