Daddy It Hurts Mga Nobela at Kwento

“Have mercy, please… have mercy,” I cried, my voice breaking. But he only dragged my hair back and kept thrusting into me again and again. Pain shot through my body with every movement. “Please, master… it hurts so much, please have mercy master.” I sobbed, tears streaming down my face. But he didn’t stop, he kept plunging deeper and deeper with every thrust, by the look in his eyes, he treated me like nothing more than a toy beneath him.

"Humph! Of course, it has something to do with you! If the boss hadn't been in a hurry to come back to see you and had to fly directly to Gin City temporarily, he wouldn't have been ambushed by the Quinns. It was because he was unprepared that he almost lost his life!" "What did you say?! Mister Daddy was in a hurry to come back to see me?!" Naomi's pupils trembled violently, and her heart thumped wildly. She thought that she had no place in Mister Daddy's heart… Why did Mister Daddy's come back to see her in a hurry? Was he coming back to explain to her what happened in the hospital? Naomi's heart was full of mixed feelings, and Daniel's icy voice sounded again. "Humph! So he almost died be

I cry quietly as I sag forward, my buttocks hurting like hell, the cold air breezing the sting. I’m almost creeping away from his lap when he wraps one arm around my waist and pulls me back to him, his other hand steadying me so he can look at my tear stained face. “Did Daddy hurt you really bad?” He asks in that doting voice I love so much, like he really loves me and wants to do sick things to me... and I have nowhere to run to. I love it. “Yes. My butt hurts so bad. You hurt me!” I whine tearfully, pretending to be mad at him.

Charlotte's POV The moment my fingers touched my cheek, tears started rolling down. In my last life, even if I caused big trouble, Layson would just pat my head and pretend to scold me. But now, he had actually slapped me. My werewolf blood gave me faster regenerative powers than most humans, but it didn't ease the pain on my face. This wasn't just physical pain—it felt like a blade striking at my soul. That night, when I went back to my room, I got word that my documents were ready. I called my father. "Dad, could you book me a train ticket for tomorrow night? I want to leave as soon as possible."

"you are so perfect Ava ,you just dont know how many times i have wanted to do this" My core throbbedonce more as his fingers stretched me sweetly . Nothing could beat this feeling . I let out a moan as his teeth gently nibbled my p*ssy lips . " just like that daddy" I screamed as his fingers thrusted in to me faster. "I need your d*ck please ". "beg for it Ava ,tell me you are my slut ". "i'm daddy's slut" "Good girl , now cum for daddy". The filthy wet sounds from my drenched p*ssy surprised me .

I think this would only hurt him a little bit since I put too much lubricant on my dick and his asshole so that I can fuck him smoothly. "Fuck! I-it hurts, sir." Dom complained in gritted teeth as he holds Nick's waist firmly. "Shall I pull my dick out?" I asked Dom but I had no intention of pulling my dick out of his hole. "D-Don't pull it, sir." Dom's determined replied making me smile proudly at him. I slowly thrust my dick inside his hole, his moans filled the restroom. "Your dick is slowly pulling out of my hole, daddy Dom," Nick said.

And i find it hard to comprehend his words as another wave of unbridled pleasure engulfs me "What?" i manage to whispers amidst the pleasure overtaking my entire body. "it's not fair that you're the only comfortable one baby girl" "What do mean?" i croak out. "Can't you tell how uncomfortable daddy is?" he says, thrusting his raging monster cock against my buttocks, i almost bounce off his lap. He's so hard, hot, ready and huge against me. I should be scared but fear is far from me, When i open my mouth to speak i was shocked by the words that comes out of my mouth.

My body tensed, muscles tight from the pain, but underneath the heat, I felt the slow throb of arousal spreading shamefully between my thighs. My pussy was getting wetter with each passing second. His voice was darker now. “No. Say it properly. Say ‘Daddy.’” I flinched, blinking hard. “What? Daddy?” I twisted to look at him. “Dwayne, that’s... weird.” Another blow. Harder. Rougher. I screamed without meaning to, the pain and surprise slamming through me at once. “Okay, okay!” I gasped. “Thank you for punishing me, Daddy.”

“Shhhhh. Don’t cry, baby. Daddy is here, okay?” “Daddy, your big dick hurts,” “That’s okay, son. Daddy will make you feel better sooner with this big dick,” And they share a passionate kiss. It made Keatton hold on to his words as he kissed him. Until such time, the pain he felt was exchanged with pleasure. Damon drilled him. “Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh. Ahhhhhhhhhhhh. Ohhhhhhhhhhhh,” “You like that son? You love to be fucked by Daddy?”

“Daddy, I'm sorry. No more, okay? I'm sorry. I won't play a joke on you. Daddy. Ugh. Wyatt…” “Wyatt?” Wyatt suddenly growled and fondled my breast, his thrust immediately increasing. My eyes rolled to my socket immediately, and I screamed due to extreme pleasure. “I'm sorry. It's hubby. It's Daddy. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I can't anymore.”