Seduce Daddy Novels & Stories

“Daddy, please don't stop..." I begged, aching for one more thick finger stretching my dripping pussy. ** There are two mistakes a girl should never make. One: comparing your daddy’s best friend’s cock to your boyfriend’s. Two: actually fucking him. I did something worse. Daddy told me to email my résumé to his best friend because I’d been jobless for months. Drunk and reckless at 2 a.m., I sent Troy Reynolds something else instead—high-definition nudes of me spreading my soaked pussy, my tits squeezed together, tongue out, and begging for his cum. I knew it was wrong. I’d wanted him since I was seventeen. But the universe handed me the match… and Troy lit the fire. He never forgets. Now he wants me. He wants me dripping with his cum, claimed, ruined, and marked with his name on every inch of my skin. He wants me crawling to him on my knees. He fucked me. Then he hired me—not as his intern, but as his personal slut. His eager whore. His favorite fucktoy and willing little plaything. And every time he buries himself deep inside me, he makes me moan the one word that seals my fate. “Daddy.” This is a box—a wicked little treasure chest overflowing with daddy kinks. K-I-N-K-S that twist and tease in the darkest corners of desire. Inside, you’ll find forbidden daddy taboo stories dripping with raw power and aching submission, where boundaries dissolve and hungry hands claim what’s theirs. This book is not suitable for all readers. It contains highly explicit scenes—100% raw sin and sex with zero plot to hide behind. Keep your tissues close… you’re going to need them. .

Elara has always believed that love would bring happiness, but when her boyfriend denies her pregnancy and betrays her by marrying her best friend, she is left with nothing but heartbreak. Pregnant and constantly ridiculed, Rowan Nightshade, her enigmatic and ruthless boss, steps in. But Rowan's help comes with a price, and his intentions aren't as clear as they seem. Rowan is unsure if he hates Elara because of betraying his best friend, or because of her resilience when all odds are against her. Love and Loyalty are tested at every turn. Can Elara find the strength to claim the happiness she deserves while fighting for her children a d their future? Why is the cold-hearted Rowan Nightshade suddenly helping her at every turn?

After her mother’s death, Sussay Monroe is forced to live with the billionaire father who was never there, Marcus Monroe, a man buried in business, baby-mama scandals, and guilt he hides behind money. She’s just another responsibility to him, one he quickly shoves aside by forcing her to get a job. That’s how Sussay ends up working for Dominic Stone, her father’s best friend and business partner, a 48-year-old CEO with ice in his veins and blood on his hands when it comes to corporate wars. To Sussay, he’s just another cold, arrogant man who treats emotions like weaknesses. Until she starts seeing what no one else does. The exhaustion. The quiet kindness under the ruthless mask. The loneliness of a man who has everything and yet nothing real. And against her will, she falls for him. Dominic knows he should stay away. She’s Marcus’s daughter, the one line he can never cross. But when Sussay looks at him with those defiant, vulnerable eyes, every wall he’s built begins to crack. One night, she kisses him… and every reason to resist turns to ash.

"But Angelo, I love you and we could be together and we won't have to abort our baby." I sobbed my eyes becoming red. "Raina, listen it's not Ours that's your responsibility and secondly I'm sorry, I can't return those feelings...we fucked that's all there was to it." He spurt coldly and my heart broke it a million pieces making me cry even more when he left banging my office door. - Raina Williams a preachers kid, who believes in love, a successful lawyer. She just finished college and is currently working at a well-known law firm. She meets Angelo Le roux, her bosses son from Netherlands, the arrogant billionaire bachelor who doesn't do commitment. He doesn't have to sweep her off her feet to get her into bed. She gets pregnant and he tells her off to get an abortion..

Seven HOT age gab (forbidden) Romance Stories in one, inclusive a bonus story! *Dear Daddy *Dear Stepson *Dear Stepdaddy *Dear Teacher *Dear Doctor *Dear shy, sexy Professor Bonus story: My boyfriend's uncle.

Eli Ashcroft is an Omega whose scent is so faint it is almost nonexistent. His first mate, Elric, betrays him by cheating with Eli’s own Omega best friend, Liam. The double betrayal destroys their bond, shatters Eli’s trust, and leaves him emotionally numb just as his father becomes gravely ill and medical bills begin to suffocate him. With no other choice left, Eli accepts an absurd solution: a contract marriage. His husband is Lucen Blackthorne, the most powerful and feared Alpha in the region. To the pack, the reason for Lucen’s choice is cruelly obvious. Eli bears an uncanny resemblance to his late older brother, Elion, the Omega rumored to be Lucen’s lost mate. The contract is mercilessly clear—three years as a substitute to stabilize Lucen’s unstable wolf, generous payment, then a clean separation with nothing owed. For three years, Eli survives by erasing himself. He suppresses his scent, mimics his brother’s habits, believing imitation is the only reason he is tolerated. When Lucen’s wolf writhes under grief, Eli comforts it quietly, never expecting affection meant for him. Lucen shields him during full moons and touches him with restrained care, yet his golden eyes always seem to look past Eli, searching for someone else. That silent distance hurts more than betrayal ever did. When the contract ends, Eli returns it calmly and prepares to leave, telling Lucen he is finally free. He expects indifference. Instead, Lucen’s control snaps. Alpha pheromones crash down as Lucen tears the contract apart and pulls Eli into his arms, his wolf roaring through his voice as his fangs brush Eli’s nape. “Leave?” Lucen growls softly. “My little wolf… your scent has soaked into my den for three years. And now you want to run? Too late.”

"I asked you a question, Olivia," he murmured. "Are you going to see him?" "No," I choked out, the word broken and final. "No, Daddy. I’ll stay. I’ll stay here with you. Just please... please..." "Good girl," he growled, the praise vibrating against my skin. "You finally learned how to beg properly." ———— Chandler Sterling came back bound by a promise—nothing more. At least, that’s what he tells himself. Olivia Perez was never supposed to matter. She was off-limits, untouchable, too young—the daughter of the one man he could never betray. Once, she was just a little girl in the background. Now, she’s grown. Defiant. Reckless in a way that gets under his skin and refuses to leave. And the more he watches her, the more something inside him starts to unravel. It begins with control—stepping in, setting limits, reminding her who she belongs to. But it doesn’t stop there. Because his anger lingers too long when she’s with her boyfriend. The thoughts he’s having were never supposed to exist. On the other hand, Olivia knows something has changed. Chandler isn’t the same man she once admired from a distance. He’s colder now. Harder. Watching her like she’s something he needs to keep in line… or something he’s trying not to take. And maybe she should be afraid of that. Of him. Of the way his control feels less like protection and more like possession. But fear isn’t what she feels. Because the line they’re standing on isn’t just dangerous— it’s already breaking.

Warning: Mature Content "Tell me all your sexual fantasies, princess." "I want to be fucked, ruined, choked, and marked until I’m a moaning, crying mess, leaking all over your sheets, daddy." Grace’s world shattered the night she found out her fiancé was gay. Drunk, devastated, and desperate to forget, she stumbled into the wrong hotel room, and into the arms of Apollo Reed. He is a sinfully hot, cold-hearted forty-year-old man, twice her age. He’s everything she was never supposed to want. And everything she never knew she needed. But reality hits hard the next morning when she realizes the man who gave her the first orgasm of her life is her new boss. Will she let him take her again? Please her until she’s trembling, begging, and utterly his? Or will she finally learn that wanting a man like him always comes with a price? "Good girl. Now spread those legs."

“Oh daddy… I am going to c*m Daddy... I am going to c*m ” her eyes rolled backward as she felt her orgasm wrecking through her. “Yes, princess! You are going to c*m, but you are going to do that while staring into my eyes, so stare at me while you c*m so hotly on my fingers. Nuella’s eye rolled forward and she bit on her lower lips trying to keep her gaze on him, her nails digging into his arms and her body quivering uncontrollably. “Good girl… Now c*m for Daddy. Grace Daddy’s fingers with your beautiful c*m,” “Argghh… thank you, Daddy.Thank you.” Nuella’s back arched and her toes curled as she came hard on his finger, her body spamming uncontrollably as she tried to remain daddy’s good girl by keeping her eyes on his. “Good girl.. Daddy loves how you c*m.Keep c*mming.” he urged plumping his hands in and out of her pussy, her body quivering underneath him. Devine pulled his fingers out of her pussy, with her eyes holding onto his, he moved his finger to his lips and slowly began to glide on her juice. “So tasty..” He mummed hotly, s*cking hotly on it, while Nuella remained still, her p**sy craving more of his touch. Bad of her to crave the wrongest sin in the world, but he was the one who made her heart leap and her p**sy tingle at mare sight. Mr Devine El Lorenzo was her father's youngest friend and the renowned mafia viper, but her body yerned for his touch. Once, she got a taste of him, now she was back on his bed pleading for another, taking his command and being Daddy’s Good Girl.

Warning: 18+ only. Featuring hardcore taboo and age-gap erotica. This is an erotic boxset containing twelve stories of irresistible steam, fun, and naughty stories. If you're not up to eighteen, this book is not for you. Get ready to be intrigued. To feel. To...burn. ----------------------- "Now, let's discuss your shorts." A big hand slips under the blanket and glides down my knees to my innermost thighs, a finger finding my pussy, and sinking in. "You are a naughty, naughty girl. Did you wear this to torture me? Answer me." "Yes," I manage after two gulped breaths. "I wore it for you." With no panties. Everything bare. "You want me that bad, Theresa? You want me worked up, right? Feral, agitated, hopelessly turned on, huh?" My lips part as he shifts the stethoscope, listening to my heart pound as I answer. "Y-yes." "Say it. I want to hear every word." "I wore shorts to turn you on, Dr Storm. Every time." Excitement flourishes in my stomach, and I ride it like a tidal wave. "I wore it so you could..." He waits, bristling with impatience as I trail off. A muscle leaps in his jaw, and his whole sculpted body is tense beneath me. "So I could what, Theresa? So I could what?" The silence is so loud, the tension so thick, his eyes so intense, so needy to hear the words, I feel my toes curl. "So, you could put your hand up there, Dr Storm. So, you could touch me."