Forbidden Daddy’s Touch Novels & Stories

“Do you have powers?” “Uh, I don’t. But I am a she-wolf if that counts.” I ruffled his hair with one hand and closed the laptop shut with the other. “But guess who might have powers?” Zayn wiggled his eyebrows as he kept his gaze on our son. “Who?” Legacy asked when he broke the hug with me. “Is it you? Daddy, is it you?” He sounded excited. “Nope,” Zayn replied, popping the p in the word. “It’s you.” He poked Legacy lightly in his belly.

I said before shoving my cōck in her pūssy and claiming her lips. I fūcked her hard. I didn’t care how many times I made her cūm. I just needed her tight pūssy clenching around my hungry cōck. I thrusted in and out of her as my tongue explored her mouth. I felt her hand move in between us, reaching for her clīt, making me stop kissing her. I slapped her hand off when I sat up. “You don’t need to be touching yourself when Daddy is fūcking you.” I spat as I pulled out and rammed right in, making her scream. “You touch yourself when I say you can touch yourself.” I told her, gripping her hair, forcing her face closer to mine.

I tried to wrap my head around what the man was talking about but…nothing rang a bell in my head. "Didn't your deadbeat father ever mention to you that he had an affair with a werewolf and gave birth to a bastard son?Or should I say a forbidden creature because that is what your kind call us?"He asked and the corner of his lips curved into a bitter smile. I looked him carefully.Even though I didn't want to believe that my father had an affair with a werewolf.I couldn't deny the resemblance between he looked more like father and I was speechless.Why? Why didn't anyone ever mentioned to me that my dad had a forbidden son?

Adrian’s chest rose and fell hard, his jeans unbearably tight, every muscle screaming for contact he couldn’t get. Ezra’s smirk deepened. “Good boys don’t beg,” he teased, leaning forward just enough that his breath fanned over Adrian’s lips. “But I’m not sure you can last without it.” Adrian’s throat worked around a swallowed groan, his eyes dragging over every inch, how Ezra’s fingers squeezed on the downstroke, the way his hips gave the tiniest upward twitch when his palm passed over the tip. “God, I could fuck you like this,” he móaned. “Just lower myself onto you, let you fill me."

“ Dad ,do not say that . You mentioned you could pass for you loved her . I did not want to loose another parent again after Mom passed . I told you the first day she scalded tea on my arms you — ” “ It was a mistake ” Mr Blair interrupted Isabella . “ Yes , every evil she does is a mistake . I am done with everything related to your wife . You promised you won't be with another after mom's death but you are did the opposite and with a she-devil who doesn't care about others just herself. You just ruined my mood .I hate her and Dad if she tries to be nice towards me in pretence , I would sting her hard like a deadly scorpion with no remorse .” Isabella blurts out her eyes red and full with t

“I… I went to a party last night at college. Drank too much. Hooked up with some guy. He got a little rough with my breasts. That’s all.” Daddy’s jaw clenched visibly, a muscle ticking. His finger stayed right there, stroking the sensitive, bruised nipple with slow, deliberate circles. I could see something dark and primal flicker in his eyes: jealousy, raw possession, a hunger I had never seen directed at me before. “He touched you here?” he asked quietly, his voice thick. His thumb brushed over the bruised nipple again, making it harden instantly under his touch, the peak tightening into a stiff, aching point.

“Take Daddy’s thick cock like the greedy little slut you were born to be.” *Fuck.* Heat flooded my pussy instantly. I loved this taboo shit so much—the forbidden power, the way the older man took what society said he couldn’t have. My hand slipped under the waistband of my panties, finding my clit already swollen and slick. I circled it slowly at first, matching the steady thrust of the stepdad on screen. The stepson moaned loudly, pushing back to take every inch. “Yes, Daddy… please… fuck me harder. I need it.”

At that moment, I was a wrecking mess. Wet, wrecked, messy….. “I’m still innocent, at least I haven’t had sex with anyone yet.” I replied, in a way only Bryan could hear. “Don’t let any stupid boy touch you, am I clear?” His voice turned edgy and dark. “If I find out any boy touched you down here, I’d send him to the ICU.” “Oh, Daddy is overprotective of his daughter.” I whisper-chuckled. “You deserve a punishment.” Daddy warned as he flicked my pussy with his thumb and middle fingers, I couldn’t help but yelp in both pain and pleasure.

Yet he moves with a confidence I'm not expecting, his finger pressing against my g-spot as his hand slips under my shirt, grabbing one of my tits in a fierce show of power. Daddy's aggression sends a surge of adrenaline through me. “Daddy, you shouldn't—not while I'm stuck here! You shouldn't take advantage of me!” He replies by pushing his thumb into my ass. I flinch, the sudden invader stunning me. “While your hand is in that sink, babygirl, you're mine. There's no other way about it.” He presses his middle finger together with his thumb, pinching the inner wall separating my pussy from my ass. I let out a moan as his fingers begin to rub together, the friction starting a fire inside me, i

“Point is, I know what it’s like to hear your name gasped in the dark by someone who signs your paycheck.” Elodie groaned. “What if I’m fired?” “Or promoted to personal maid?” Suzy countered. “You’ve seen him—tall, silver at the temples, always watching when you bend to dust. He blushes when you say bonjour.” “That’s not helpful,” Elodie laughed, horrified. Suzy leaned in conspiratorially. “Tell me you’ve never touched yourself thinking about them.” Elodie’s silence answered. She picked at the blanket, voice barely audible. “Maybe once. In the bath. I imagined… hands. But it’s wrong, Suzy. We’re meant to be holy.”