Sex With Daddy Stories Novels & Stories

Excitement rippled through me, my nipples, now rock hard, ached even more, and my thighs clenched. “Please… daddy.” His grip on my shoulders tightened. “Don't..” he hissed. “Don't fucking do that.” I smiled. “I want you to fuck me, daddy.” “If you call me that one more time, Lora.” He paused, his breathing heavy, every breath filled with failing reatraint and desire that had been locked away for a very long time. “Then I might not be able to control what happens next.” “Please, daddy.. fuck me.”

“I would rather die than let a piece of shit like you touch me. My father will rip your spine out through your throat for this.” Alexei leaned down until his scarred face was inches from mine. “Your father is already tearing the city apart looking for you. By the time he realizes where you are, you’ll be on my private island, dripping with my cum and calling me Daddy while he loses everything.” The word Daddy hit me like a slap. I hated how it made my pussy clench hard. I’d had shameful, secret fantasies for years—dangerous men, forbidden power, being taken and claimed. But never in a million years would I admit it to this monster.

I feel my wetness pool between my legs and my pussy throbs. “Spread your legs wider,” Cassian commands with a low voice. I comply instantly, every nerve on edge. “Open yourself for me, kitten,” he growls, and then… holy fuck…I catch it the hint of aggressiveness in his voice. “Open your pussy for Daddy.” Daddy? Did he just say Daddy? My chest tightens, breath hitching. The word is so wrong, so forbidden but it stirs something deep inside me, makes my cunt pulse hotter. I want him to be my daddy. I want it more than anything.

21 lessons. 21 locked doors. 21 girls who should have stayed out of Daddy’s way. This is not romance. This is what happens after the wedding, after class, after the house goes quiet. A girl dares a stranger in a club and finds him two weeks later introduced as Dad. A stepdaughter gets caught on the couch with her stepbrother — and Daddy doesn’t stop them. He watches. Then he teaches. A student stays after the lecture and learns the grade isn’t earned with homework. They collar. They share. They finish in rooms that don’t belong to her. No apologies. No soft endings. Just the lesson, the mess, and the next girl. Extremely explicit. Extremely addictive. Family. Authority. Corruption.

“Please, fuck my wet pussy. I want daddy to fuck me.” He smirked down at me, his thick cock in his hand, stroking it while his eyes drilled into mine. He pushed me back on the bed, spreading my legs roughly. My dress was already soaked from my juices, my panties sticking to me. I could feel my own arousal dripping out. He grabbed my panties and tore them down. My heart raced. This was it. I was about to let a stranger, no, not just a stranger, a powerful older man fuck me.

I cry out loud without even meaning to. Stephane holds my trembling body in his arms, still thrusting, fucking me hard, taking his own climax with a stubborn relentless cadence that has me coming again, riding on the wave of the first one. Stephane collapses on me, hard chest heaving against mine, we both take a while to catch our breaths. "Daddy's good girl." He says, resting his head against mine, I taste his cool breath on my tongue, my eyes stay closed, I am still caught up in the moment of what we just shared.

Owen who was already in tears said. "Come here Owen" she pulled him into a hug and smiled. A loud grunt followed and I chuckled seeing that she kicked him on his... "Ouch" he groaned holding his dick. "That's for raping my daughter" "I did apologize. How do I get my wife pregnant without this?" he muttered. "Figure that out yourself?" "You are so mean" he muttered. "You said?" "Nothing" "Mom, this is my boyfriend Darrell. Darrell meet my mom"

Her core clamped down on him violently as a massive, shattering orgasm tore through her body. She convulsed against his frame, but Bret didn't stop. He kept thrusting through her climax, his dirty whispers filling her ears. "That's it, daddy's good girl. You're just a little cock cleaner, aren't you? Say it for daddy." "I'm... I'm daddy's good girl... daddy's little cock cleaner," Victoria sobbed out, the dirty words escaping her lips breathlessly. She wasn't crying because it was painful anymore…she was sobbing because it felt so fucking good, a dirty ecstasy that completely eclipsed what she had felt with Eden.

Everything I ever wished for is finally coming true. I open my mouth for Daddy, and he puts the tip of his cock inside me. I hollow my cheeks and suck him in deeper. I’m rewarded by a throaty grunt. “Layla, you were made for sucking Daddy’s cock,” he says, losing control and thrusting into my mouth a little. “This is how I will take all your little girl holes, you hear me? And you’ll let me.” “You can do whatever you want to me, Daddy.”

Looks like I ended up giving him what he wanted eventually, yet he claims he's not a sex addict. I saw myself naked at some point, and close to an hour had gone by. From behind, my breasts had been assaulted again, pressed and squeezed so hard they probably changed form. I screamed until my voice turned hoarse, and Dane made me cum more than once before he let me go, spilling deep inside me. His cum dripped down my legs as he pulled out, his ragged breathing trying to return back to normal. “Are you okay baby?” I nodded, so okay, I had a feeling I was going to be okay for like a week. Dane’s dick equals instant happiness.