Seducing Dad Novels & Stories

He wasn’t Damian. Damian. His name tore through my thoughts like a blade. A man who once made me feel all of this—and more. I loved him. Desperately. Fully. And now I was here, surrendering myself to the very man who fathered him, all in some twisted attempt to get him back. “Fuck, my cock is getting harder,” Delton hissed under his breath, nudging against me. But then his tone changed, more grounded, more restrained. “Get the hell out of here before I lose the last bit of control I’ve got.”

“Yes daddy, yes!“ I pressed his head into my pussy, I could feel his tongue, searching, exploring, devouring. “Arhhhh,” I moaned, but he stopped, and instantly replaced it with two of his fingers. “Fuck daddy, yes!,” I screamed, ohh this was way more than pleasure, I could already feel my soul leaving me. “You like it?“ He said roughly. “Yes daddy, I do,” I nodded as I threw my head backward, biting my lips tightly. He looked at my boobs, my hardened nipples couldn't hide from my gown. “I need to suck on those boobs,” he was still working on my pussy.

“Great,” he muttered, running a hand through his hair. “Perfect. Exactly what I needed today.” I leaned against a stack of folded chairs, arms crossed. “Relax. Someone will come looking for us.” He shot me a look over his shoulder—sharp, frustrated, and annoyingly gorgeous. “Your dad can’t find us like this,” he said. “He will kill me.” I raised a brow. “For… standing in a shed with me?” “For being in any room alone with you,” he snapped, then rubbed his forehead. “He knows what guys think when—never mind.”

FIRST SEDUCTION Turning Kalvin Straight I slipped back into the house unseen. The time with Brucha had been worth it—he’d handed over the usual thick stack of clean dollars. The image of Dad and Kalvin flashed through my mind again: Brucha staggering, Dad steadying him with that careful, almost tender grip. How does a man ignore beautiful women throwing themselves at him just to cling to another guy? It’s weird. No wonder Dad never remarried. I’d always told myself it was some extreme display of discipline keeping him single.

Hearing my mother call him daddy while he aggressively fucked her in the room right down the hall only added to my naughty fascination with him, and I pictured myself laying beneath him as he fucked me into oblivion. I’d always had kind of a thing for older men, but it wasn’t until the possibility of being bred by my stepdad through free use protocol that I realized how sexy that Max was. If I was going to get pregnant, it might as well be with a tall, muscular, masculine man like him.

Our father meets my eyes with that familiar cold calculation. "Dad's the new Alpha now. Steven has been crushed by depression. Serves him right," my sister tells me, and I smile. Betsy leans in again, smirking this time. "So... tips on how to seduce your terrifying husband?" Heat floods my cheeks. "I might need them. Badly." She grins wickedly. "Ask him for a phone. We'll talk. Often." Our father clears his throat loudly. "Betsy. Give us a moment."

"You, you're not from my tribe!" Henry burst into laughter, it was too exciting, he thought his dad would lose, but it turned out that mom's level wasn't high enough! "Daddy, come over and let me teach you how to cook. It's not enough to just seduce Mommy. The first step is to take care of her stomach!" Henry made a very sensible suggestion, smiling charmingly. Mr. Marcus's eyes were filled with infatuation, his delicate face clearly expressing his desire to seduce her, "If I can seduce you, it would be your honor. Hey, why not take the bait?"

"Aah... Alex, please. I can't take it anymore. Please, give me that, Daddy." "Oh my God, Jared, you're driving me crazy! We shouldn't be doing this here, at a time like this. Soon you'll be engaged to my daughter!" "You know I only love you, Daddy. Please, touch me now, I can't take it anymore! I want you in my body. Fill me, Daddy." "Ugh, you are my slutty sexy boy, spread your legs, Baby, I need to prepare you a little. Ah, you are so sexy in this suit!"