Father Daughter Relationship Books Novels & Stories

He keeps smacking me with the book as he kisses me. I fight it for as long as I can—fight the seductive stinging against my ass, fight the mixture of arousal and alarm flooding me. Finally, my lips open, and I melt against him and let him plunder my mouth. He’s hard against my bare thigh, and that’s killing me. I want to rub myself against it, but that’s just not what a girl does to her Daddy. “I think,” Daddy says, “that you need to be punished—to know what a proper spanking feels like so you’ll know when you’re reading bad p**n. Don’t you agree, Cherise?”

"What did you find me? Am I a man who sells his daughter to save his company? I had many upside-downs in my life, and I could survive them. I will find a solution for this one excessively." Pride and love filled my heart for having such a father. Once upon a time, I heard that girls who have good fathers go to heaven, and it was true. My father was my Eden, the shoulders I could place my head and feel peace. "How?" Melissa Frenzied and shrieked. Her voice brought a dangerous silence to our house, and I felt the chill that skittered through my spine. "So you're willing to let your own daughter marry that monster because of your pride? Edward?"

Then I skipped out of the room and disappeared down the hall. That night, I started reading my daddy's favorite incest story. "Why do you hate me, daddy?" And from the very first paragraph, I was hooked. I literally couldn't stop reading. Parts of the story made me cry. Others made me laugh. The relationship between Gracie and her sisters was endearing. But the relationship with her dad... wow, I fully understood what my dad meant about it being a "slow burn". My pussy felt like it had been put on a spit and slowly turned over a fire all night long while I read. I started reading close to eleven and it was nearly four in the morning before I finished the story.

Ronald patted her head just like old times when she was younger, he would return home after months of travelling, and she would burst through the doors of her bed chamber and embrace her father heartily. She loved him more than anything, more than her life. He was father, she was his daughter, what possibly could go wrong between their relationship? "We have a lot to catch up on." He turned around, and paled. Zara who had been quiet all along, yanked herself up from the bed, and rushed towards the man, her tiny hands hugging his trousers. "Mommy, is he grandfather?" Zoey, with horrific eyes stared at her daughter, damn, she had some unreasonable explaining to do, to her own father.

"Ditto, Blair. But, if I may ask, how is your relationship with Jean?" Blair needed a second to think about that question. She had a stable relationship with her father, perhaps reasonable. It didn't involve love or affection, but both had their fair share of the relationship. He had his daughter's presence, and she had his financial help. "It may seem ridiculous, but I don't know. We don't talk much" "It's not ridiculous. You have the right not to want to get closer" the godmother replied. Better than anyone else, Mirtes understood that the relationship between father and daughter was not easy, much less loving. There were roots of hurt that would never be cut, and that poisoned the fruits

Previously, when they had met, it wasn't in a mother-daughter relationship. Regardless of whether it stemmed from the fact that Wilma Bonet was her biological daughter or that she had donated a kidney to her, Mrs. Olivia Forger should meet her at least once. "Okay." Fiona Forger replied softly. "Fiona, you are still my daughter no matter what happens." Wilma Bonet was innocent, and Fiona was not at fault either. The relationship between a mother and daughter wasn't determined solely by blood ties. "Mother..." Fiona Forger's voice choked.

I guess you have to see it to understand what I'm trying to explain; the bottom line is they just have a very unique father-daughter relationship. "Okay so tell me." "There are some bad men, no bad people, who go around taking girls and selling them to other people. Daddy and the uncles found out and there's something about you being in a book but I haven't found the book yet." "What are you talking about? I don't understand." She pushed her hand under her shirt and pulled out a sheet of paper she had stuck down the front of her pants. I unfolded it when she passed it to me. "Where did you get this?"

I dared to move forward, raising my chin and taking my lower lip into my mouth. His jaw clenched, and he swallowed for the second time. I fought the grin that threatened to play across my face and closed the space between us. My nipples, hard and aching, pressed against his wet, tailored suit, and I shuddered. “Why don't you want me doing things like this? Do you not like it?” He tore his gaze from mine and straightened. “It's wrong.” “Because I'm young?” “Because you are my best friend's daughter.”

Looked at Jason, who was playing with his daughter, Madison said grumpily. “A heartless bastard! Why don't you care more about your son?” "People say that father and son are natural enemies? Is this true?" “Then what about the relation between father and daughter? It seems that the heartless little girl is much closer to her father than to me.” Madison grumbled.

Their relationship is a tapestry of shared experiences, laughter, and meaningful conversations. The love between a father and his daughter is a precious gift, a timeless connection that weaves its way through the tapestry of life. It's a love that endures, transcending generations and continuing to influence her, even as she grows into her own. This love is a testament to the beauty of family bonds, a love that enriches and nourishes the human soul.