روايات وقصص ضمن Daddy It Hurts

"Yes daddy." "Good girl, now daddy's going to fuck you hard, okay baby? Again, it might hurt a little at first but you're going to cum and next time it will hurt even less and feel even better." Greg didn't wait for her reply, he couldn't He was beyond being gentle daddy in that moment, too overcome by the tight throb of his daughter's newly broken pussy around his cock. She was tighter than anything he'd felt before, tighter than he even imagined. He wouldn't last long, at this rate, but damn if he wasn't going to get in a good fucking before he came.

“You should be scared but that doesn't mean you’re leaving me. Ever.” He dropped to his knees right there in the alley, shoved the shirt up, and buried his face between my legs. His hot tongue licked me roughly, sucking on my clit while his fingers pumped faster. I cried out, grabbing his hair, my hips grinding against his mouth even as tears ran down my face. “Daddy… please…it hurts.” He spanked my bare meat. “But you like it, don't you?” “I'm….”

“More, Daddy… please, give me more…” • • VIOLET POV Daddy is inside me, and it hurts. It hurt enough to take my breath when he pushed all the way in, but I love it, I love the way it feels. Daddy’s big cock makes me feel so tender, but I want it. I want all of him. “More, Daddy…” I whisper. “Please… please, more…”

The hot pinch wrenches a gasp from my throat, and Daddy doesn’t move, his expression scrunched in concentration. A cry leaves my mouth. Daddy takes a long breath then pushes again until half of his thick cock has entered me. I scream into his shoulder, tears welling in my eyes. “It’ll only hurt once, baby girl.” He rubs my clit to ease the discomfort. The pain numbs to an aching pleasure, but I feel the sharp stretch in my virgin walls, unable to accept another inch of his big cock. Daddy’s chest rises and falls against my breasts. “Can you take any more?” he says.

“Come sit with Mommy.” She clambered up, peering up at me with such a serious expression, the resemblance to Richard was uncanny. “Gracie, baby, Daddy won’t be home for a while.” “Why come?” I drew in a deep breath. “Daddy got hurt, and he has to be in the hospital for a while.” Tears filled her wide eyes. “Daddy hurt? Like a boo-boo? I tiss it betta, then he come home.” “I bet that would help a lot, but Daddy needs more than kisses. He has to sleep a lot and be quiet.”

But oh, god, it hurt. “Breathe, baby. Relax and breathe. I don’t want to hurt you.” “Hurt me,” she whimpered, wiggling her hips as much as his hold on her allowed, desperate for an inch of give so she could push herself against him. “Please,Please.” “It will hurt as much as I want it to hurt, little girl. Now, be a good girl for Daddy and breathe.”

Daddy said, "If you don't focus, the world will beat you harder than I ever will. I’m doing this because I love you, Gianna. I’m fixing you." I put my hands back out. I was so scared, but I knew Daddy knew best. He was my Daddy. If he was hurting me, it was because I was doing something wrong, and he was helping me be a better girl. Whack! Whack! The back of my hands turned bright red, then a puffy pink. I bit my tongue so I wouldn't scream. I didn't want him to think I was a baby. I wanted him to be proud. "Look at the book," Daddy said, "Look now, while the sting is fresh."

"I've wanted that for a long time, to be my first and always take me. You’re so big, Daddy. Does it really hurt?" "Just a little, baby. I will prepare you and make you wet so that it will hurt less." He brushed his finger on my shiny slit, and I shuddered. "Look, you're so wet for me already. You can handle it, right? You can take Daddy's c0ck?"

I hadn’t expected it to hurt, but it did. “Daddy,” I whined. “This hurts.” He chuckled. “That’s just your cherry popping, baby girl. You’re a virgin... well you were a virgin, but Daddy just took care of that. It’s your first time, so it’s supposed to hurt until Daddy starts rubbing. Are you ready for Daddy to start rubbing his cock inside your pussy?” I didn’t know about this kind of rubbing. It still felt naughty. I felt like such a bad girl, like we weren’t supposed to be doing this. Like I wasn’t supposed to be enjoying it, but I was ready for it to stop hurting.

I was so over her. “It was...” he trailed off, scrunching up his little, adorable face as he tried to think of the right word to describe how his day went. “Good, I guess.” “What's the matter? You don't sound so sure.” “I don't want to talk about it, Daddy,” he exhaled calmly. My brows knitted together in a tight frown. “What do you mean? Did anyone hurt you?” He hesitated, then blurted out. “It's Tommy, Daddy.”