Single Dad Romance Books Novels & Stories

I turned around and scoffed. “I’ve never met a woman so proud to be someone’s mistress before. Mother? Who do you think you are? “You expect me to believe that you’re actually in love with my old*ss father? Everyone can tell why you married him. Go bark somewhere else, Bumpkin.” Janice turned red. Wilda snickered and secretly gave me a thumbs-up. “You! I am not a mistress! I love my husband and he loves me too! Your dad stopped loving your old and ugly mom a long time ago!” She pointed at me angrily.

Richard felt torn about the situation. Seeing the confused, remorseful, hesitant and excited mix of feelings on the evidently exhausted CEO’s face, Emily wondered if she should rethink her decision to let the single father know what she thought about his parenting abilities. It was never easy to be a parent, much less a single parent taking care of children who shared no blood relations with him. “Here, please eat up while it is warm.” As Emily placed his portion of soup down with some toast and a pasta salad, Richard thanked her and finally looked up.

And now I felt nauseous. Dad gazed into her eyes, both trapped in the fond nostalgic memories they shared. “The only time I’ve ever let anyone off with owt,” Dad added, his eyes sparkling with adoration. My eyes flicked between Alex, Grayson, Lucas, and Mason, and a whimsical smile stretched my lips. Our story wasn’t like anything written in a romantic novel. Nothing quite as epic. More like a graphic porno that could be found in the fetish section of Lynn’s sex shop, titled ‘Ravished by the Beasts’ or something along those lines.

We stayed joined against the counter until our breathing slowed, and then he eased out, and the warm slide of his come leaking onto the tile made my stomach tighten with filthy satisfaction. That same night, after my mother had returned and gone to bed, he came to my room again in the dark. The visit was quieter and more desperate, the risk of her waking only a few doors away making every thrust sharper. He pushed into me from behind while I stayed on my side and the slow deep strokes built until I came with my face pressed into the pillow to muffle the sounds. He filled me again and then stayed inside me until his cock softened, and only then did he ease out and leave me with the evidence o

He was the best father in the world. "Thank you, Dad." She rolled her eyes. "And sleep well like a baby." She called out as Julian walked into the island house. Tessa let out a light chuckle. "You bother him too much." "That old man." Maribel smiled. "I know he likes Bianca, but just pretending not to. He doesn't want me to know that an old man like him is involved in romance." Tessa chuckled again. "He's not in any way close to old, Bel."

Also, as if to further accentuate his statements, he pushed himself firmly against me. “Do you feel that?” He growled the question, pressing harder. “Feel my erection, yeah?” “Uh, uh.” “Well, it’s all for you. And you’re going to take care of it for me. I’m not leaving until I’ve fucked you hard. Until I feel your pussy tightening and clamping around my cock. Until your moan echoes through this soundproof bathroom and I make you come repeatedly.” “Robert.” “Daddy! For God’s sake, call me Daddy. You know that shit turns me on.”

I will never bind myself to a woman just because I feel forced to do the right thing. "Sir Mark, you may go inside now," my father's secretary said as she stepped out of his office. She was the first person I met, so I asked her to check on my father so I wouldn't disturb him unexpectedly. Rumors were circulating on the ground floor when I arrived that my dad had brought a woman to his office. Honestly, this wasn't news to me. My dad is a womanizer. I know he looks for women to satisfy his desires. Even in his late 40s, he still has a high sex drive, so hearing about his affairs never surprises me.

Not in that sick romantic way, just a way that a daughter could only love a father. Not once did he raise his voice at me; he always explained my punishments when I was a child. I wrote my emotions, and it became an extraordinary skill to learn. I took up his passion and began writing my own books. Dad liked the action, adventure, and sci-fi novels while I geared towards romance. The type of romance that doesn't exist in this world. The kind of romance that will never exist to any woman, the kind that makes you sick with longing. My dad believed in love once, and look where it got him? I loved to imagine the perfect man. Doing creative writing exercises was always fun; the perfectly handsome

I signaled for a third drink. I wasn't broken. I'd been telling myself that because it was easier than admitting that the reason Tristan had never once reached anything real in me was because something else had already taken up all the space, it had been taking up space since I was sixteen, waking up flushed and shaking in a guest room. I shouldn't want him, he was off limits, he was Chloe's father, he was eighteen years older than her, but god I wanted him. I was twenty years old and I was in love with my best friend's father.

She was grinning at me then she whispered to the little kid, and looked at me. "Bye daddy! Go find me a new mommy!" She laughed at the same time as Angelica, that made me grin as I was trying to hold my laughter. It was evident that this was not his wanting, that he didn't actually want to go on this date. That made me sighed on the inside, as I was actually a bit upset that he might have a loved one already. Woah....where did that come from? He's "The sexy yet annoying coffee place owner that judge my coffee order."