Seducing Daddy Novels & Stories

I recognized him instantly; I had seen him many times in Mark’s photo albums. Up close, his presence was staggering. He didn't look his age at all. If I didn't know he was Mark’s father, I wouldn't have guessed he was older. He had a powerful, athletic build, as if he spent a lot of time at the gym. While his aura was mature, his face remained strikingly handsome. It felt like a bucket of cold water had been poured over me. I couldn't move my hands, and I couldn't even close my mouth in shock at this unexpected meeting with my boyfriend’s father.

Asher immediately rushed into them and pulled me quickly into his arms so that I felt very safe. "Mr. Zannelith?" A sugar baby recognized my father. I immediately attacked him with a question. "What are you doing to my daughter? Look, this restaurant belongs to my best friend, and the men you're dating have companies under me. I could have ruined their careers because of what you did!" Dad looked furious. I pretended to be scared in Asher's arms to make him even angrier and more sadistic in threatening them all.

he said, like he wasn’t sure I was real. I forced myself to smile. “Hey, Jace. Long time.” His gaze dipped once—to my mouth, then back to my eyes. It lasted a second, maybe two, but the heat of it curled low in my stomach. Dad clapped Jace on the back, oblivious. “My daughter’s all grown up, isn’t she?” Jace’s jaw flexed. “Yeah,” he muttered. “She is.” Dinner was a blur of business talk—contracts, partnerships, expansion plans. The Carters were merging something with my father’s company. I didn’t care. I was too busy pretending I didn’t feel Jace’s gaze burning holes through me from across the table.

He seemed to be making an effort, but whether it was sincere or manipulative was still debatable. "I'm going to be his daddy for a while," I replied, my mind already back on the chaos of the night. "And that's not up for negotiation." Dom looked like he wanted to argue, but Marshall elbowed him in the ribs, silencing him momentarily. "We're serious, Dane. We've been thinking about it a lot." "About what?" I smirked, waiting for the punchline. Dom glanced at Marshall again before answering. "We're considering switching to the Daddy side ourselves."

I was sprawled on my bed, scrolling through my phone, trying to ignore the fact that my brain was, as usual, replaying the latest Gabriel dream. Yeah, that Gabriel. My dad's best friend. The one who haunted my sleep with those ridiculously handsome smiles and touches that felt so real, I'd wake up all flustered and confused. He was, like, thirty-something, noble, always dressed sharp, and totally off-limits. My forbidden fantasy. My secret obsession since I was, like, fifteen. "Coming!" I yelled back, shoving the embarrassing thoughts away. Gotta act normal. Always normal. I trudged downstairs. Dad was already there, looking a bit nervous, which was weird. Mom was practically bouncing. "Sit

“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.

I added seductively. My confidence grew with every stroke, and I couldn't help but smile at the effect I was having on this powerful and dominant man who had captivated me so completely. The intoxicating mixture of lust and vulnerability in his expression drove me wild. David's hand found my hip, his grip strong yet gentle, drawing me towards him. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest, and my core begged for him, but this was supposed to be his moment. I wanted to make him feel good. He was always so selfless when he pleased me, I thought it was only fair to reciprocate it.

He says, hesitantly, yet cold and firm. “Marry me.” I take out his enormous dick, tying my hair into a bun like a pro, licking and sucking the pink throbbing head. I lick and suck the top of his dick till it drips out white liquid. His moans fill my ears. I could feel his body trying to resist, but the game has just began. Who knew a ruthless, cold tycoon could melt at the touch of a simple 24 year old heiress like me?

She spread her legs wide in front of her Daddy, giving him a clear view of her freshly shaved pink flesh. Her Daddy hesitated a bit and wanted to leave the room but she stopped him, "Please Daddy teach me," she pleaded in a seductive way pressing her big boobs together. He groaned before pulling his slacks down freeing his chocolaty monster. The girl laid on her back on the kitchen counter buckled her hands under her knees and spread her legs so that her Daddy could see her dripping pussy.