Seducing Daddy Novels & Stories

"What do you want me to do next, Daddy?" "Put your fingers in your pussy. I want to see you cum right before my eyes," I didn't even waste time. I was waiting for him to ask for that part. I deliberately took my time in playing around with the surface, while I mould my breast with the other free one. All the while Damian restraint kept diminishing. "Fuck! You fucking know how to tempt a man, Sophia," "All for Daddy," I winked and finally plunged my fingers inside my pussy. I took it out and plug it in again before increasing my pace. My head jerked back on the bathroom walls as I felt a sweet sensation building up inside of me.

"He never did anything inappropriate. He never sent me any signals or...or touched me or tried to watch me naked or anything. He was just a perfect daddy like you've heard me say before. But I...God I saw him like other women see him for the first time, and I realized how badly I needed him. I don't know if subconsciously I had planned it, but when we went up the coast, I started to...be, uh, available to him, I guess. No, that's a lie too. I seduced him. I talked like a little slut, I got him going, turned his innocent father's touch into something much more intense. I moved his hands to where I wanted them. I slid against him and cuddled and rubbed on him as much as I could. And, eventuall

The heavy click sent a fresh pulse of heat straight to my dripping core. “Come here, baby girl,” he said, standing tall and powerful in the center of the room. I walked toward him on shaky legs and looked up. Daddy looked so commanding like this—broad shoulders filling out his scrubs, jaw clenched with barely restrained lust, eyes dark with raw possession. He was twice my age, my mother’s husband, and right now he was staring at me like I was his favorite, darkest secret. “I want you to taste how Daddy’s cock feels,” he murmured, voice rough with need. “I want that pretty mouth wrapped around it like a good little whore.”

They stood in the hallway like a perfect family portrait, Mom in her designer suit, Dad looking distinguished in his work clothes, Rose wearing concern like the latest fashion trend. "Hello, sister." My voice came out steady. "Shouldn't you be comforting your fiancé?" Rose's eyes widened. Always the performer. "Camille, please. Let me explain..." "Explain what? How you've been sleeping with my husband? Or how you set this whole thing up from the beginning?" "What is she talking about?" Dad turned to Rose, who already had tears forming. Perfect, delicate tears that never smeared her makeup. "She's upset," Rose whispered. "Lashing out. You know how she gets, Daddy."

“Please, Daddy. Fuck me. I need you so badly.” He thrust deep in one powerful stroke, filling me completely. I cried out, my nails digging into his shoulders. “Daddy! Yes!” He set a relentless pace immediately, pounding into me with long, commanding strokes that made my breasts bounce and my body slide up the bed. Each thrust hit deep, stretching me perfectly and sending sparks of pleasure through my core. “Do not stop, Daddy! Please, do not stop!” I moaned loudly, my voice echoing off the walls.

A dark, determined smile slowly spread across my face. Now that I had tasted what Daddy’s skilled fingers and mouth could do… I wanted everything. Tomorrow morning at 8 a.m., during the final breeding scene with Max and his stepdaughter, I would wear the most provocative dress I owned — something tiny, sheer, and slutty that would show off every curve. I would bend over at every opportunity, making sure the lights caught my body from every filthy angle. I would brush against him. I would “accidentally” let my dress ride up. I would do absolutely everything in my power to seduce my cold, commanding Daddy until that iron facade cracked and he was trembling with pleasure that came only from me.

he barked, and I smeared that spunk all over my cheeks and neck, then sucked my fingers into my mouth, licking the flavor of him off them. He helped me off the floor and walked me backward to the bed. I slowly lowered myself onto it while staring up at him. “Please, Daddy. Please stuff my virgin pussy with your thick cock.” I watched in excitement as he tore off his clothes, letting me see that big, masculine body. His hairy chest made my pussy clench and weep even more. I slid my hands through his sweat-dampened chest hair, my fingers moving over his hard nipples. “Fuck me, Daddy. Take your little girl’s cherry. I saved it just for you. Make me your good little slut.”

With one of his hands reaching to my boob, he began to tweak it, and the other went up to seize my neck, pulling me up gently and pressing my back against his chest. “Da…Daddy!” I choked, my saliva trickling onto his hand. He brought down his hand and began to stroke my clit, playing and slapping it harshly, not leaving my ass out, as he continued to shove into me. He bent over and kissed my neck harshly, and then my back, my shoulders. “You’re so fucking sweet!” He hummed. “Daddy…I’m going to cum again.” I cried out and he went back to stroking my clit, more aggressive than before.

Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Nate and Tiger feeling their dicks in their long pants, while Damon's excited eyes told me how he wished he was in Duke's shoes. "Nah, I want to give you a rebuttal. Why don't you say something romantic, then I can fulfill your wish?" I said cheekily, blinking at him as I waited for his response. He made me call him daddy when I asked him to suck my pussy. This man, it's time to reap what you sowed! "Mommy, please keep sucking me," Duke pleaded, his seductive voice making my heart skip. I covered my mouth on his dick and sucked him hard.

As his hot breath fanned my skin, he whispered seductively, "As you wish, daddy's girl." "What?" I met his gaze with a frown, and without warning, he slipped off my shorts, tossing aside the blanket. I, in turn, began unfastening his buttons in a rush, my movements frantic while his were just as fervent as he took off my panties, his fingers stroking my curves. I breathed out in desperation and crashed my lips against his, my fingers tangling in his hair. Xavier responded quickly, deepening the kiss, his tongue skillfully playing with mine.