Eden Books Daughter Swap While They Sleep Squirting Challenge 2 (Novella)

SEQUEL TO: Fucking Our Daughters While They Sleep Squirting Challenge (Novella)

Three best friends meet for their usual poker night when one of them sets an unsavory challenge. The winner gets bragging rights and the current pot. But will the challenge turn out as expected, or are there some secrets that will lead to an unlikely winner?

*Reading the first novella is recommended*

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Daughter Swap While They Sleep Squirting Challenge 2 (Novella) BLURB

Three best friends challenge each other again, but this time, they’ll all be present to prevent cheating. But things don’t turn out as planned. What happens when they all get involved? Will there be a clear winner this time, or will Joe have another ace up his sleeve?

Harry thinks Joe cheated and sets new rules for the next phase of the unsavory challenge. When Harry selects Joe’s daughter, he can’t wait to prove to the men that he has always been the natural winner. But plans change, and soon, truths are revealed about each other and their daughters.

Dads/Daughters Somnophilia Novella with breeding, drugged (given and taken), squirting, NONCON, double penetration, hardcore, anal fisting.

(roughly 16k+ words)

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Master’s Bridge A Slow-Burn DUAL-POV Dad/Daughter Novella

Luthier Reid enjoys teasing his needy daughter Claire, determined to make her prove how much she wants him. But Violinist Claire knows how to play his game. And she plays it well. One question remains: who’ll give in first?

A Slow-Burn DUAL-POV Dad/Daughter Novella (approx. 25k words).

Quotes from the book:Claire: “It’s not just about that moment last week. It’s about everything—the tension, the unspoken words, the line we crossed, and how I can’t bring myself to regret it. Not really. Not when my body remembers every second of it, every brush of his skin against mine. I shouldn’t feel this way. I know I shouldn’t. And yet, I can’t seem to stop.”

Reid: “Every glance, every stolen moment with Claire feels like a slow unraveling. I’m not the kind of man who loses control, who lets something—or someone—consume him. And yet, the taste of my daughter still lingers on my tongue, the feel of her soft skin beneath my fingers imprinted in my memory. She’s a melody I can’t stop humming. Sweet. Tender. Innocent. She’s like a violin bridge, delicate yet resilient, waiting for the right strings to be played. I want to coax every note out of her, apply the perfect pressure, and make her sing for me in a way she’s never sung for anyone else.”