Novel & Cerita Single Dad Romance Novels

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've finally got you." I smiled, closing my eyes and cuddling into his chest. I felt a deep, genuine warmth for Silas—he was the man I wanted, the man who loved me. But as I drifted toward sleep in his arms, I thought of Lucas, sitting alone in his room, waiting for my next command. I thought of Cassie, his wife finding out. But all I cared about was I had the love of the father and the soul of the son. I had the power, the passion, and the secrets.

Dear Daddy Introduction: HE: a divorcee and has a son, who's in love with her.... SHE: young with some struggles in life and in a relationship with his son... But what will happen when the father of the son starts to show affection for her as well, who will she choose? Stay with the son or with Daddy!? Follow the love, passion, desire and heartbreak and drama of Sarah, Liam and his father Riley *#*#*#*#*#*#*#*#"#*#*#*#*#"#*#*#*#*#*

But turned to me again. “Shimma, I'm not against your happiness. This thing between you and Mattias. It—it wouldn't work. You might not know this now, but trust me, you'll come to find out later. I only want the best for you. I'm your father, and it is my duty to protect you,” he said. While he spoke, i couldn't help the tears that rolled down my cheek uncontrollably. This is a dream. No, this is a fucking nightmare. Who knew loving someome, just because of their age gap would be a crime. Who fucking made that rule!

It was either that or gossiping about their married kids. “He’s so handsome, tell her Tony.” “I don’t like him.” I laughed at my dad’s comment. He didn’t like any men as soon as they were interested in me. “Tony, stop it. Come on, tell her!” My mom turned to look at me so earnestly I had to look serious. “Patricia said he works in oil and gas…” she pursed her lips to contain her excitement. “That means he’s loaded, Sierra.” “Seriously, mom?”

I mean, we've been dating for months, but dating and being engaged are two entirely different games. Jake's father is lovely, though. It's clear he wants the best for Jake but hates his stupidity—that stupidness that I haven't really seen. I knew him before dating him, but not enough to know the real him—the one his father said didn't deserve the money. His dad talks, laughing. I reply and feel Jake’s hand sliding up my leg. My body tenses. Turning, I glare at him. His eyes spark with interest, and he pouts at me. We’re sitting with his dad.

“Every woman wants a romantic wedding and an even more romantic honeymoon with her lover. So here’s what I’m going to do—I’m going to sort everything. Flights, reservations, the whole work. Because I, my dear boy, am a master of romance and seduction, and you know nothing. Watch and learn, son. Watch and learn how I help you woo your woman until she’s begging for more of your touch.” I nearly dropped the phone. Jesus. The only thing worse than my father planning a honeymoon was my father planning mine with a woman who wasn’t in love with me—and who I wasn’t supposed to be in love with either. “I have got to go, Dad,” I cut in before he could launch into some monologue about scented oils, tan

And more, he gave, every stroke digging deeper into me, every strike against my bare butt cheeks, was a near-death experience as he pounded me nonstop, not giving me any room to breathe. I did not want anything else, just being his slut was a big deal, I was willing to die taking big daddy's dick than salvaging my 6 years old friendship with Olivia, unremorsefully. _____________ Juliana Roberts, 23 years old, Fashion Blogger, falls in love with her best friend's uncle and Godfather, Charles Davenport who owns a fashion brand she's obsessed with. This is a steamy story of how one friendly night on the yacht led to several nights of passionate romance and sexcapades.

, city lights glittering below, his chest to my back, one hand between my thighs, the other covering my mouth as I came trembling against him. Once in the morning, lazy and sleepy, sunlight streaming across the bed while he moved inside me like he was trying to imprint himself on my soul. For three days, we lived like real lovers. Held hands walking to breakfast. Shared coffee and quiet conversation. Kissed without looking over our shoulders. It was perfect. On the flight home, reality returned like cold water. “Your father invited me to his birthday dinner next week,” Alexander said quietly, hand resting on my thigh under the blanket. “You’ll be there.”

“If you want romance, please tell dad.” “Tell dad what?” Dad walks into the room smiling. He looks so much like an older version of Zayne that it was hard to look at him the first couple of months after Zayne left, but now that I’m over it, we’ve grown closer. “Mom’s life is lacking romance. That’s why I have to suffer through re-watches of The Notebook,” I complain. “Is that true, my love? I’m not romantic enough?” he asks, which makes mom laugh.