Forbidden Daddy’s Touch Novels & Stories

“You’ve wanted to meet Big Daddy for a long time. Now you have. The only difference is that the man who used to tip you from behind a screen is sitting in front of you with a hard cock, and you already called him Daddy once.” I looked down at my lap, unable to hold his gaze. He reached out and rested his hand on my bare knee. The simple contact made my breath catch. His palm was warm and dry. He didn’t move higher yet. He just left it there, claiming the space. “Look at me.” I did. “I’m going to touch you now,” he said quietly. “The same way I’ve watched you touch yourself for months. And you’re going to let me. Because you’ve already decided you want this more than you want to keep pretendi

"Careful. I'm fragile." Marcus wasn't playing around. He took a single, aggressive step closer, completely trapping me between the door and his massive body. The heat rolling off him was suffocating. It slid right down my skin, sinking into my stomach and instantly making my cock twitch in my jeans. "What part of stay the fuck away from my son do you not understand?" Marcus growled. His cold grey eyes bore holes into my skull. "What exactly did you do to him, Jaxon? Did you flash your dick at him? Did you suck his? Are you trying to turn him into a damn pervert just like you?"

The wet slap of skin on skin mixed with the sound of the pool water and her broken moans. “Listen to how sloppy this pussy is for me,” he snarled in her ear, tightening his grip on her throat. “Daddy’s best friend balls-deep in his little girl’s cunt. You love it, don’t you? Love betraying your father like the filthy whore you are.” “Yes— fuck, yes,” she sobbed, pushing back to meet every thrust. Pleasure coiled tight and vicious in her belly. Victor’s free hand came down hard on her ass — a sharp smack that echoed. Then another. And another. Each one made her clench tighter around his cock.

I faked a yawn when Mom looked at me and used the excuse of getting comfortable to scoot closer to Daddy’s side with one knee resting on his thigh and the other raised. Just a position to get more comfortable, Mom. Return to watching TV and totally miss the fact that your husband is finger-fucking your daughter right under your nose. Mom focused on the TV once more, and I focused on trying not to come… loudly. This orgasm would happen. I couldn’t stop it, not when Daddy was touching me like this while there were witnesses nearby. It just needed to happen quietly. Daddy pumped his fingers faster while rubbing the butt of his hand against my clit. The combined stimulation made me come.

His body fits perfectly on the screen. Keatton slowly undressed and saw his Daddy gulped. He grabbed the phone and focused the camera on his pussy. “See this pussy, Daddy? This is all yours. No one could have it except you,” and he inserted one finger. “Ohhhhhh. Daddy. Yes, please. Ohhhhh. Please put your big fingers on my pussy. Find my g-spot and fingered me quick. Ohhhhhh. Ahhhhh. Do you like that, Daddy? Your son is showing you his pussy. Isn’t this immoral?” and he held the phone on his face and bit his lips.

He moved closer to them. "Please sir..erm Boss, allow us to enter the graveyard so we can see their biological parents, we promise you, won't waste your time." Sarah closed her eyes as she felt him walking close to her. "So you want to see your dead parents huh? Just like that? You are a pretty girl you know, why won't you understand what I want?" He held her wrist and stroked her hair with his other hand making Sarah and Ryan cringe in disgust. Ryan fought the urge to punch his face but his soon-to-be father stopped him and warned him not to confront the man or else Sarah will be first killed before the rest of them will go home in pieces.

“ not so soon, babygirl. Apologize for letting someone else touch what belongs to daddy “ I looked at him with pure desperation and need for him. I watched as he licked his fingers making me gulp and I just wanted to feel him. “ I a-am sorry … d-daddy “ He didn’t seem to move and I knew he wanted more. He wanted me to let my guards down and beg him like a slut I was for him. “ daddy. I am sorry for letting him touch me. I am daddy’s slut. My pussy belongs to daddy. My tits are for you daddy. Please fuck me “ I begged and closed my eyes feeling embarrassed doing such thing for the first time and he smirked feeling satisfied before slipping his finger inside making me shake. “ close your eyes

I trailed off, just hearing him say he'd ruin me made my pussy start throbbing shamelessly again. His fingers found my slit. My entire body jolted at the first touch. He didn’t ease in, he teased me, barely grazing my folds, then moving to circle my clit. “You fantasize about me when you’re next to him, don’t you?” he whispered. “Yes.” I muttered, gasping for breath. Daddy's touch was doing something dangerous to me again. “Tell me what you see.” “I see your mouth between my legs,” I breathed. “I see you bending me over your desk and calling me your little whore. I see your cum leaking out of me. I see you fucking me just right, daddy.”

But Daddy doesn’t miss a thing. Now I’m bent over the leather couch in his office, my arms tied behind my back with the same belt he ripped from his waist when he caught me. My face is flushed, drool sliding from the corner of my lips. I’m bare. Completely naked. My knees are trembling, legs spread wide, pussy dripping, ass in the air like I’m begging to be ruined. And he hasn’t even fucked me yet. “Say it,” he growls from behind me. “I touched myself without permission, Daddy,” I breathe, trembling, my voice laced with shame and arousal. “I’m sorry.”

Complete surrender as he opened his mouth for mine. Adrenaline, dopamine and who knew what else flooded my veins as I let go. My body shuddered uncontrollably for him. More than pleasure. Heights of ecstasy no other person had ever given me as he touched me with more than just his hands. My chest constricted. A foreign warmth washed over me as I came undone for him. "Daddy, what did you do to me?" I croaked out. "The fuck if I know, but daddy likes," he said against my lips, eyes shining with unspoken words and emotions as his mouth turned up in a cocky smile. "Your clause is accepted, baby girl, but I won't say the words to you. Daddy's baby girl deserves—"