Naughty Daddy Stories Novels & Stories

"I've already enrolled in the academy. This is my life, and this is what I'm doing." My mother burst into sudden, dramatic wails, clutching her face and crying out to God like someone had just died. Kenan just smirked, shaking his head in disgust, while my father’s face turned a dangerous shade of crimson. "Dancer?" my father spat, rising slowly from his chair, his voice booming through the house. "You throw away your future for some street nonsense? Not under my roof, you don't. Get out." I blinked, taking a step back. "Dad, listen to me—"

“Look at you. Nineteen years old with a body like that. And you’re giving it to a man old enough to be your father. Fucking filthy.” He climbed over her, pinning her wrists above her head with one hand. His mouth found her nipple, sucking hard enough to make her back arch. Then lower. He spread her thighs wide and licked her like he was starving delivering long, slow strokes, then sucking on her clit until she was sobbing. “Please- Daddy, I need-” “You need my cock, baby?” He looked up, chin shiny with her. “You gonna take it like a good girl?” “Yes. Please.”

Nine inches of ruin. He climbed over me, knees shoving my thighs apart until I was obscene. “You want to play fiancée?” he growled, rubbing the fat head through my folds. “I’ll fuck a baby into you right now. Knot you so deep no prince will ever touch what’s mine.” “Yes—please, Daddy—breed me!” The words tore free, raw and desperate. He slammed home in one thrust—stretching me, splitting me, bottoming out against my cervix. No mercy. No gentleness. Just feral claiming: hips snapping, balls slapping my ass, one hand choking my throat while the other pinned my wrists.

“Good girls. Daddy’s gonna use every hole this weekend until you’re dripping and sore.” He started right there on the floor. He bent Rachel over the coffee table and fucked her pussy hard and fast while Mia crawled underneath and licked her mom’s clit and Daniel’s swinging balls. Then he pulled out and slid into Mia’s tight pussy, pounding her while Rachel licked where they joined. He kept switching, using mother and daughter like his personal toys, their moans mixing together. “Beg for it,” he growled. “Please, Daddy… fuck us harder,” they whimpered.

And there were still dozens and dozens more that I hadn't touched. These stories were addicting. And as I continued to read through them, I felt my body heating up more and more. To an insane level, frankly. Almost as bad as it was just a few days ago. I also discovered that my main addiction was the daddy-daughter stories. They were completely my favorites. I'd probably need to talk to a therapist at some point to figure out why that was. (That was the little joke I made up to lighten the mood in my head.)

Uncle commented while my eyes were still glued to my dad's huge dick in front of me. "Come on, start sucking his dick so that I can cum inside your hole now, Nicklaus," Uncle ordered and I couldn't do anything but obliged, my mind is telling me to just do what uncle wants me to do. I nervously grabbed daddy's huge dick and masturbated it for a few seconds before I couldn't control my lust anymore and I start sucking dad's huge dick. I can feel his dick slowly gets hard and I thought for a second that dad just wakes up.

There is a charm about the forbidden that makes it unspeakably desirable, get ready to wet yourselves, dream, desire for more like I did and have fun! Kindly note that FOR DADDY'S EYES ONLY contains absolutely filthy erotic stories that cut across dirty age gap romances, forbidden sexual intercourse, consensual and non-consensual rapey episodes, and hardcore taboo/young adult erotica. If you are not up to eighteen, this book is above your age limit, for mature audience only. Lila Monroe Williams *** BLURB I knew I was betraying my friendship with my best friend, Olivia, but I could not overlook the raging inferno of my own desires as her billionaire uncle, and godfather, Charles Davenport, v

“Fuck. Say it again.” “Daddy, please—” “That’s my girl.” He shoved her skirt up to her waist, fingers ripping her panties aside. Two thick fingers plunged into her without warning, curling perfectly, stroking that spot that made her see stars. She was soaking wet and dripping down his hand as he pumped in slowly and deliberately, watching her face. “Look at you,” he murmured, voice dark velvet. “So wet for Daddy. This pretty little pussy has been waiting for me, hasn’t it?”

The sound of the shower running filled my ears, and my head began imagining things. He was in the shower. Naked. Water poured over that sexy body of his. Good lord. I had seen Claire's dad a few times on TV. He always had a suit on and looked like the billionaire he was known to be. Who knew under all those clothes that there was a sex god? I wanted to gush about him with someone else. But Claire was my only friend... And his daughter. I might as well swallow my thoughts and never speak of them. "Dad, I know you can hear me!" Claire screeched, pouting her lips.

And, god help me, so fucking turned on. “Yes,” I said, my voice a croak. “Yes, what?” he asked, his voice a low growl that made my dick twitch. I knew what he wanted. I’d heard the stories about Don Moretti and what he did with pretty boys. “Yes… Daddy,” I whispered. The word felt weird and hot and right in my mouth. A slow, mean smile spread across his face. “Good boy.”