LOGINHarry’s hand settled in my hair, just resting there as I worked him. I sucked harder, hollowing my cheeks, bobbing my head with wet, steady strokes. Spit started to gather and run down his length. I used my hand to stroke what I couldn’t fit, twisting slightly on the way up while my tongue pressed firmly along the underside.A low groan left him. His fingers tightened in my hair.I took him deeper, ignoring the urge to gag, letting him slide into my throat for a few long seconds before pulling back with a wet gasp. Strings of spit connected my lips to his cock. I immediately went back down, sucking him with more urgency now…messy, eager and determined to make it good. My other hand cupped and gently squeezed his balls while I kept bobbing, the wet sounds of my mouth working him filling the quiet room.“That’s it,” he muttered, voice rough. “Suck daddy’s cock like you mean it.”I moaned around him and did exactly that, taking him deep, sucking hard on the way up, tongue working every i
He shifted his grip, pushing my legs even tighter against me and started fucking me harder. The new angle made every thrust hit deeper, punching the air from my lungs. My moans turned high and continuous, body jolting under him with each hard slam. Juices ran down my ass and onto the sheets. The whole bed was shaking.He kept going….relentless, deep and nasty, banging into me like he had no intention of stopping, filling the room with the sound of skin on skin and my broken cries.Harry kept my legs pinned and fucked me harder, every brutal thrust slamming deep into my pussy until my moans turned raw and broken. Then he pulled out suddenly, the sudden emptiness making me whimper.Before I could catch my breath he flipped me onto my stomach and yanked my hips up high. One strong hand pressed between my shoulder blades, pinning my chest to the mattress. He slammed back into my pussy from behind in one hard stroke and started railing me in a deep, punishing rhythm….long, powerful thrusts
He kept going…. brutal strokes into my ass, fingers curling inside my cunt, thumb grinding my clit. Every time he bottomed out I cried out, the mix of stretch and pressure making my legs tremble. The bed rocked hard under us as he used me without holding back, dirty talk spilling from him between grunts while I moaned and pushed back for more.He didn’t slow down for a second.Harry’s cock kept slamming into my ass in long, brutal strokes, the thick length stretching me open with every thrust. The wet, filthy sound of him burying himself deep filled the room. One hand stayed locked on my hip, yanking me back onto him, while the other worked between my legs…two fingers pumping hard into my soaked pussy while his thumb ground roughly over my clit.“Fuck….daddy…” I moaned, face pressed into the sheets, voice cracking with every hard slam.“That’s it,” he growled behind me. “Take it. This ass was made for daddy’s cock.” He drove in even deeper, the force making my whole body jolt forward.
I gagged immediately. He didn’t slow down, he snapped his hips forward again, burying more of his thick cock down my throat until my nose pressed against his skin. Tears sprang to my eyes as he started fucking my mouth in earnest….hard, brutal thrusts that made wet, choking sounds fill the room. Every time he slammed in, my throat constricted around him, and every time he pulled back just enough for me to drag in a desperate breath, he drove right back down again. Spit ran from the corners of my mouth, dripping down my chin and onto my chest. My hands gripped his thighs but I didn’t try to push him away. I let him use my mouth exactly how he wanted…deep, relentless, almost punishing. The headboard knocked against the wall with the force of his thrusts, my eyes watered, my throat burned. Still he kept going, holding my head down and slamming into me like he was determined to fuck every last bit of air out of me. “That’s it,” he growled, voice tight with pleasure. “Take it. Choke on d
He kept going lower, trailing kisses down my stomach. My jeans were unbuttoned and pushed down my legs along with my panties. When I stepped out of them he guided me back onto the bed. The sheets were cool against my skin. Harry settled between my thighs, hands spreading them open, and looked up at me once with that same dark smirk I had seen the last night.Then his mouth was on my pussy, the first slow lick through my wetness pulled a broken sound from my throat. He groaned against me like he had been waiting for the taste, then sucked my clit between his lips, tongue working in firm, deliberate strokes. My hips jerked. One of his hands pressed down on my lower stomach to keep me still while he licked deeper, messy and hungry, the wet sounds filling the quiet room.“Fuck… you taste even better than I imagined,” he muttered against my pussy, voice rough. “Soaking already. Been thinking about this, haven’t you?”I could only moan in answer, one hand gripping the sheets, the other stil
I froze in the doorway, the leftover smile from Daniel still stuck on my face for a second before it disappeared.“I… it was just a friend of Sonia’s,” I said, shutting the door behind me. “We went out for food. It wasn’t a big deal.”Harry’s eyes stayed locked on me, the same hard look he had when he stormed into my room the other night. “Not a big deal? You leave the house without saying a word, come back late, and some guy drops you off at the door like he lives here?”I dropped my bag on the floor, irritation rising. “You were gone all day. You said you might be back late. I didn’t think I needed permission to go out with my friend.”He took a step closer. The air between us felt heavier than it should have. “You live under my roof. You tell me when you’re leaving. Especially if you’re coming home with some random guy.”“He’s not random,” I muttered, looking away. “We just met tonight.”Harry let out a short, humorless breath. “And yet he already knows where you live.”I crossed m
Saturday evening finally arrived, and I was buzzing with nervous excitement. I’d spent way too long getting ready, standing in front of the mirror for what felt like hours. I settled on a soft, knee-length wine-red dress that clung gently to my waist and hips without being too tight or revealing. T
Bruce’s expression shifted back to polite dad mode in an instant, but there was still heat in his eyes when he looked at me.“Better get back to her,” he said softly.The rest of the evening passed in a warm blur of laughter, more snacks and Anna showing me her massive book collection. But the mome
Mira My mouth fell open, and I couldn’t even hide my surprise. This man was gorgeous. I had seen good looking men before, but he was on an entirely different level. “Mira, meet my dad,” Anna repeated, snapping me out of my completely inappropriate thoughts about all the ways I could gladly devour
Then he pushed one thick finger slowly inside me. I gasped, my walls clenching around him as he started thrusting in and out, curling just right. The wet sounds filled the car.“Oh god…” I moaned.He added a second finger, stretching me, thrusting faster. His thumb found my clit and rubbed in tight







