The Romance of Violette

He caught her again in his arms, drunk with delight as he once more felt her naked, tightly stretched, smooth skin against his sturdy, hairy body. The enamoured father would have dragged her to the bed, but she resisted.
“It will look so funny in this quaint hostelry if we go to bed before dinner. The sofa will suit, daddy love. I want to see you all over, and then you’ll have to slap my bottom for being such a naughty little devil of a daughter as to play with the big thing I see sticking out from between my father’s thighs. Oh! if it hadn’t been for that great truncheon, I should never have seen the light of day, and also should never have had its whole length inside my body; in my hands; in my mouth- everywhere!-all over me!”
He was seated on the sofa, stark naked, and she, entirely nude too, was squatting between his open thighs admiring the gigantic, erect priapus she was so fond of. She caressed it with her fingers.
“Isn’t it big? And impatient too? I can feel it throbbing in my hand. It feels for all the world like some huge, soft, warm dormouse that I might have made a prisoner. How nice you smell! What a time it is since I’ve enjoyed your own special perfume.” She ceased stroking his standard in order to inhale the odour of her own fingers which she pressed rapturously to her nose.

"The Romance of Violette" is a classic Victorian erotic novel, published in 1891. It contains graphic sexual descriptions and themes.
It was attributed to Alexandre Dumas Pere, but with no prove.