Daddy’s Naughty Brat

Taboo Father-Daughter Incest erotica.

I’ll do anything or anyone to get my dad’s attention…and Daddy is so much fun to tease. Maybe he needs to be my first?

After dropping out from college when I was caught on my knees too often with the professor’s assistants, I got a job as a receptionist at my father’s law firm.

Daddy is fun to tease. I can sense he wants me, but he refuses to touch me. I’ve always had a thing for older men, and Daddy ticks all the boxes. He has that stern voice and firm hand that makes my entire body tingle.

When he gets annoyed by me kneeling before an intern, it ignites something within me and now I’m unable to control myself. I’m going to taste everyone I can until he gives in to my desires.

I’ve decided he’s going to be my first and nothing else will satisfy me.

Daddy’s Naughty Brat is book 1 in a 3-book series that includes incest, OMYW, mouth-sharing, BDSM with impact play, degradation dirty talk, and power control. The series leads to an explosive finale with a filthy HEA.

Word count: 8800. All characters are 18+
The cover picture is 100% created with AI.

Excerpt

“Close the door, Crystal.”

His voice is deep and authoritative. Uh-oh, he’s using his stern father voice. My pu$$y clenches and I shiver as I close the door. Okay, so I like that voice, but I don’t want to examine any of this too closely. It’s so wrong to be feeling this way about my own father.

Once the door is closed, I clasp my hands behind my back, and my generous br3asts strain the buttons of my blouse. His eyes travel to my chest and I feel a small thrill. I think my father just checked me out. Wait, I need to get a grip. Now I’m imagining things. My own damn father wasn’t looking at my t*ts.

“Take a seat, Crystal. We need to talk.”

I give him a wide smile and a cheery, “Yes, Daddy.”

He shifts in his chair as if he’s uncomfortable as I sit across from him and cross my legs. I look at him expectantly, waiting for him to speak.

“So Jason quit this morning.”

Jason? Who’s Jason and why do I care? I rack my brain trying to remember if I met a Jason.

He must have been able to see I was confused. My dad coughs and his voice is rough. “Jason is the guy you were at the lake with yesterday.”

Ohhh. I lean back in my chair. “Well, that was dumb of him. I liked his c*ck. I would have s*cked him off again if he’d stayed.”

I don’t even know why I’m saying this stuff to my dad. I just love how my vulgar words make him uncomfortable. It’s a fun game.

“Crystal…” his voice holds an edge that makes my panties grow wet. Oooh, I need to make him cranky more often if he’s going to use that voice. I might be going to hell for the way this is making me feel.

I give him my best wide-eyed look. “Yes, Daddy?”

“Stop calling me that. And you can’t go around giving bl*wjobs to the interns here.”

“Why not? They have nice c*cks and I enjoy giving head.” I tilt my head at him. “Besides, who else would I be blowing around here? It’s not like I’m going to suck my own dad’s c*ck.”

Oh god, why did I say that? He shifts in his chair again and looks away. He’s flustered. “You need to stop talking like that, babygirl.”

When he calls me babygirl, I feel a warmth run over my body. Shit, now he’s the one making me flush. I am his baby girl, but my body responded in a very different way.

I tease him to get the upper hand again. “Well, not only are you my father, but you’re old. I’ve sucked on guys your age before and they just had sad, limp d*cks.”

That’s a lie. I’ve only ever given bl*wjobs to people around my age, but he doesn’t need to know that. His eyes flick towards mine, then down at my br3asts again. Holy shit, he’s definitely checking me out. I feel my n*pples harden as his gaze roams over me.