Ahh Harder Daddy Novels & Stories

At this moment, there was nothing but us and the pleasure we both sought. "Harder," I moaned against his lips. "Please, Daddy, fuck me harder." I was near, so damn near to my release. Obliging, he slammed into me so hard that I lost my breath. “You. Are. My. Girl. Daddy’s girl. Now. Come. For. Daddy.” His cock hit the end of me repeatedly with each word, but the pain of it only made me burn hotter. There was nothing sweet about this, just sinful and downright filthy sex.

“Harder, Daddy—deeper—make me scream!” He spanks my thighs, my ass from underneath, each slap making me clench and gush. I come again, squirting up his abs. He drops my legs, flips me to the side, spoons behind me, and slides into my ass. Slow at first, then fast—pounding my ass while one hand rubs my clit, the other pinching my nipple. “Yes—Daddy—fuck my ass!” I sob. “Stretch me—use me!” He bites my shoulder, spanks my clit lightly, and I explode, coming so hard my vision blurs.

The new intern had a habit of calling my husband "Daddy." "Daddy, I am having the worst luck today. Could you please go buy me some feminine products?" "Daddy, I cannot get the zipper on my dress unstuck. Can you help me?" "Daddy, why do you not have my hair tie around your wrist? I think you deserve a punishment. Wear two. Pink ones, okay?" I frowned as irritation simmered beneath the surface. My husband waved it off with a casual smile. "She is just being playful. Do not take it seriously. She is young and enjoying the novelty. She will get over it soon enough." I said nothing. I waited until the night of the company’s annual gala. She suddenly stumbled in front of everyone and fe

he asks, voice rough. “Yes. Please.” He begins to move in long, measured strokes. Every thrust is controlled. Every retreat is slow. His eyes stay locked on mine. One of his hands remains spread over the side of my belly, steadying, feeling. Zavian stays close on my other side, kissing my mouth, my cheek, the corner of my eye. His fingers stroke through my hair and then trail down to rest over Caspian’s hand on my stomach so that both of them are touching me and the babies at once.

My Reagan took my nipple into his mouth and sucked it pleasurably, this inflicted some feral sensation to run down my body. Hidalgo was spewing hundred of kisses on my shoulder, his other hand grabbing and pressing my butt and he spank me hard. "Ah!" I screamed wildly but Mr. Reagan clashed his lips on my mine, shutting me up from the pain his son had invented on me. Then, he roamed his ragged hand smoothly to my thigh and he was now trying to feel my pussy. "No!" I whimper hesitantly, my father in law lips were still kissing me violently while I wriggled in his son's arms.

Yet, it seemed that his son had an unwavering determination to have this woman. Elliot rubbed his temples, feeling the onset of a headache. He could hear the little gears turning in Daniel's mind and silently watched his son's expectant gaze. Was there a play unfolding? "I can't find my mother, but my aunt can," Daniel answered promptly. "No!" Elliot flatly refused, adamant in his decision. He couldn't allow Avery, the woman he deemed unworthy, to come close to Daniel again. "Daddy is stupid! I hate Daddy!" Daniel protested, his dissatisfaction evident. He was reaching his limits, and his stupid father couldn't understand what he truly needed.

“You are so huge, daddy.” “Isn’t that what you need?” He smirked and spanked me hard again. I let out a low cry. “You never want me to stop anytime I have it inside of you. You enjoy it, don’t you?” He asked, and when I was slow to respond him, he spanked me harshly one more time. “Yes! Yes! Daddy.” My body shook. “Good girl.” He said with a smile and a soft tap of my cheeks. “You are daddy’s girl.”

And utterly terrifying. “Phase One,” the man said again, his voice calm and clear across the water. “The retirement of the bad gardeners.” Elena turned to Arthur, who was standing knee-deep in the cold water, looking older than she’d ever seen him. “You told me you were my father. You told me you saved me.”

“Fuck, you’re gripping me so good. That’s it, relax for Daddy.” He started moving, slow deep strokes at first, pulling almost all the way out before sliding back in. Every thrust made me moan louder. My cock rubbed against the couch with each movement, leaking all over the leather. The denial in my head got quieter as pleasure took over. “Harder,” I whispered at first, then louder. “Please… fuck me harder.” Johnson chuckled darkly and slammed in deeper. “Say it right. Call me Daddy like you need it.” “Daddy… please… fuck me harder!” I begged, my voice breaking as he started pounding me for real.

“Please… Daddy…” “Smack her ass. Hard.” SMACK! The sound cracked through the room. Her right ass cheek turned bright red instantly. She cried out, a mix of pain and filthy pleasure. “Again. Harder.” SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Max rained heavy blows on her ass until both cheeks glowed crimson. The girl was sobbing and moaning, her pussy gushing fresh slick with every strike. “Fuck her now,” Daddy ordered, voice calm and precise. “Slow at first. Let her feel every inch stretching that tight cunt.”