I made Daddy a cake.
We share a birthday. And when I arrived with his present, the cherries I put in the cake weren’t the only things dripping. I’ve called him Daddy for years.
He’s bought me cars, dresses, anything I ever pointed at. And apparently, he’s been counting down the days until I turned eighteen.
One spilled glass of champagne, one ruined chiffon dress, and suddenly Daddy’s telling me all my sweet, sticky good girl parts belong to him now.
I tell him it’s wrong, but he tells me he doesn’t care.
He’s rough and demanding and he’s not asking. Or waiting. Mommy’s off doing naughty things with other men, so Daddy and I are just gonna make our own little family.
He’s stuffing me full of all his special sauce in all my special places.
It’s happily ever after for me. Daddy says so and Daddy’s never wrong.
A filthy birthday-girl daddy romance with a stepdaddy who has quietly been planning this for a very long time.
Virgin heroine, age-gap, possessive obsession, breeding energy, daddy kink turned all the way up, no pulling out of anything ever. Everyone is over eighteen. No one is actually related.
Mom does not get a happy ending but Lina sure does. Repeatedly. You’ve been warned.
