Eden Books Daddy Claims All My Holes

Father-Daughter Incest Erotica. My father still doesn’t know who I really am, but when the weekend of pleasure ends, it’s time to come clean of my filthy sins.

I just spent two nights with my father and now he’s asking to see me again. Even if I offer him everything I have to give, is he going to still want me?

This is book 4 in a continuing series between a father and daughter. They are taboo age-gap romantic quickies that lead to an eventual filthy HEA at the end of the series. 

Word count: 3100. All characters are 18+The cover picture is 100% created with AI.

Excerpt

When he mentions this will be the last time with him, a pang of sadness in my chest makes me stop moving. On instinct, I lean my head against his shoulder, tracing circles on his bare chest and playing with his salt and pepper hair. Even though it feels so good to be in his arms, tears form in my eyes. I’m so torn inside; I want to stay, but I know I have to leave.

He sighs and wraps his arms around me. “I don’t like the thought either.”

The naughty zing of pleasure that jolts through my body is too much to bear. My breath catches. I shouldn’t be enjoying it, but hearing his sighs and feeling his hardness pushing against me makes the heat in my veins grow stronger. He shifts under me, sending waves of delicious friction to my core. A small moan escapes my lips. I want more, and yet I fear giving into it.

“Rose, this doesn’t have to be the end. You could spend some weekends with me.”

His proposition is enough to take my breath away. I long to cry out a resounding “Yes!”, but I’m not able to. Instead, I press my head against his chest and barely utter the words, “I can’t.”

He soothes me with a gentle pat and places a kiss on the top of my head. “What’s wrong? Didn’t you enjoy this?”

When he moves and rubs the perfect spot again, I moan. I’m so close to giving in and living the lie, but I just can’t. My stomach clenches and a deep fear almost stops me, but I have to come clean.

I keep my head on his shoulder so I don’t have to look into his eyes. “Rose is a nickname.”

“Oh?” He continues to caress my back, and it feels so damn nice. He’s like my perfect protector, who also f*cks me until my head spins.

I sigh deeply. Well, it was nice while it lasted. I whisper close to his ear. “My real name is Amber.”

His hand stills and his body goes rigid, as if he’s in shock for a moment, and then his body relaxes. His c*ck pulsates under me, and he chuckles. “I have a daughter with that name. It’s a pretty name.”

Ugh. I can tell he understood for a second, but he must have convinced himself he was crazy.

“Is your daughter’s birthday on May 5th?”

He stops moving again, and his voice is gruff. “How do you know that?”

I close my eyes tightly and exhale before answering. “Because it’s my birthday.”