Forbidden Daddy’s Touch Novels & Stories

"But this is in the way." With a single, fluid motion, Daddy gripped the back of Leo’s t-shirt and yanked it up over his head. The fabric snagged on the cuffs for a moment, trapping Leo’s arms in an awkward position, before Daddy pulled it free and tossed it aside. Leo was now naked from the waist up, his pale, slight chest a stark contrast to Daddy’s hard, muscular frame. "Much better," Daddy growled, his hands roaming over Leo’s now-exposed skin. He tweaked one of Leo’s nipples, hard, sending a sharp jolt of pleasure-pain through him. Leo cried out, his hips bucking forward involuntarily.

His fingers were big and rough as his hand touched my waist “This is wrong Rose” he said but his hand moved up and touched the side of my breast. “You are twenty two. I am forty two. I am married to your mother. We shouldn't be doing this” “I know it is wrong” I whispered. “but it feels so good because it is forbidden. Fuck your stepdaughter Daddy. Please. I am so wet for you” He pulled me hard against his body. I felt his cock. It was already hard and very big inside his shorts. It pressed against my belly like a thick pole. I moaned out loud. He bent his head and took my mouth in a kiss. The kiss was rough and hungry

Mandy plowed a finger through the furry slit. "I'm sorry I'm so hairy, daddy." "I love it, baby." "Good", she purred, the finger still massaging her wetness, "Daddy, I really need to masturbate. Can I?" "Our secret." Was my breathless reply. Mandy's fingers slipped into her pussy. I heard the wetness. "Join me? Masturbate with me, daddy. I know you want to." I lifted my butt and slid off my suit, totally yielding to my daughter's forbidden summons. I kicked my suit off and lay back, displaying my rigid cock.

As the opening credits began to roll across the massive screen, Dad’s thick fingers slid back inside me—slow, deep, and unrelenting. Every slow thrust of his fingers made my hips rock involuntarily, grinding my slick folds against the rough denim and the even harder bulge beneath it. “Easy, princess,” he murmured hotly against my ear, his free hand sliding up under my tank top to cup my breast, pinching my nipple just hard enough to make me gasp. “The movie’s just starting. You’re gonna be a good girl and keep quiet while Daddy plays with this greedy little cunt, aren’t you?”

"Please explain to me how you accidentally started fucking someone half your age who happens to be my best friend." "She's twenty five," I said. "Not a child." "She might as well be compared to you!" Eudora's hands were shaking. "You're forty seven years old, you're old enough to be her father, this is disgusting." "Eudora," Bronwyn tried to move closer but Eudora held up a hand. "Don't. Don't come near me." Her voice was cold now, the tears still falling but her expression hardening. "I trusted you. Both of you. I left you alone together because I trusted you."

Just that this man… I wanted to call him daddy while he thrust hard into me from behind, stretching me open, making me moan and beg for more. “I will have to check by myself to confirm,” he said, bringing me out of my filthy thoughts as his hands moved to my waist. His fingers slipped under the hem of the oversized T-shirt, warm and rough against my bare skin, inching dangerously close to the waistband of the shorts as if he intended to slide them inside and feel for himself whether I was still untouched. “What are you doing?” I breathed, already feeling a strange, forbidden pleasure just from having him this close. My nipples tightened painfully against the thin fabric, and a fresh wave of

He spanked me again, harder, then leaned over me, his chest to my back, breath hot against my ear. “How old are you?” he growled. “I just… just turned twenty one,” I panted, voice wrecked. He smiled against my neck, slowly, wicked, devilish. “Then call me Daddy.” The word sent a jolt straight to my core. I didn’t even have time to process it before he kicked my legs wider, lined himself up, and thrust. Not into my pussy. Into my ass. I screamed sharp, raw, pain and pleasure colliding so violently my vision whited out for a second.

he growled, hand sliding around to rub my clit in lazy circles. "Dripping all over my cock. You've been wanting this for years, haven't you? Fantasizing about your stepdad fucking you senseless." "Yes," I admitted, voice hoarse. "Every night, I touched myself to you. Spank me while you rub me, Daddy." His palm cracked against my ass, fingers speeding up on my clit. I screamed. The combination; the slow thrusts, the spanks, the circles on my clit; it built so gradual, like a fire simmering.

I pa‍used f​o‍r a second, letting the⁠ memory‍ of it wash back over me, warm and dizz​ying all over again. “He didn’t tou‌ch me fully because I t‍old h​im I’ve never done it‍ b​efor‍e, and he p⁠r​omised t⁠o ma​ke‌ this right⁠ before he could t​ouch me.”

He completely controlled my hips, forcing me to grind against him exactly how he wanted. ​My thighs were trembling. I was entirely slick, completely betraying my own mind. I wanted him to stop, but I was entirely desperate for him to touch me. ​"Looks like the trail gets narrower up ahead!" my mom said loudly, leaning forward to look out the windshield, completely distracted by navigating the rough terrain. ​The second she looked away from the mirror, Vance made his move. ​His large hand slid right under the oversized hem of my hoodie. He completely bypassed my waist, his rough fingers diving straight under the edge of my short skirt.