Daddy It Hurts Novels & Stories

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.”

I sob, my voice cracking with fake tears that are not-so-fake because I am truly hurt. ‎ ‎“Yvonne, are you alright?” ‎ ‎“I need you Daddy.” ‎ ‎“Why? Is anything wrong?” ‎ ‎“It’s Bryson,” I sob more, “He has been… he has been hurting me. He even hurt me today, Daddy. I can’t take it anymore.” ‎ ‎“What?!” His tone shifts instantly to anger. “Did you just say he has been hurting you?” ‎ ‎I pause, swallowing audibly and letting the silence do half the work for me. Right now, I sound like an abused wife, but I don’t fucking care.

– Ann said, apologetically, while he patted her on the head going: “There, there buttercup…we all make mistakes. Now stand up and bend over.” Ann stood up and touched her toes with her fingers. Daddy stood up right behind her, opening her ass and pushing his cock right in. Ann started screaming, but was silenced by daddy's right hand clasped quickly and gently over her mouth, from behind. It was clear to me he was fucking her butthole. “Daddy it hurts please stop! Daddy!” – He relented, withdrawing from her hole, finally moved towards her pussy. He stroked her gently, allowing her pain to subside into pleasure again. Then he laid on his back, motioning me over

“Please, Daddy. Fuck me. I need you so badly.” He thrust deep in one powerful stroke, filling me completely. I cried out, my nails digging into his shoulders. “Daddy! Yes!” He set a relentless pace immediately, pounding into me with long, commanding strokes that made my breasts bounce and my body slide up the bed. Each thrust hit deep, stretching me perfectly and sending sparks of pleasure through my core. “Do not stop, Daddy! Please, do not stop!” I moaned loudly, my voice echoing off the walls.

I’m such a piece of shit. “Dammit,” I growl, burying my face in my hands as tears start to prick at my eyes. “Dammit, dammit, dammit.” “It’s going to be okay.” Mr. Owens’ voice is accompanied by a large, warm hand pressing against my back, and even though I want to shove it away, I can’t find it in me to do it as it starts to rub comforting circles. “She’s going to be okay.” He murmurs as I lean into him. “She’s going to be okay.”

it made my pulse race for all the wrong reasons. "I'm sorry, Daddy," I whispered. The word trembled on my lips, thick with a submission I hated myself for feeling. I just wanted the pain to stop. "Please, Daddy... It hurts... " Chandler’s breath hitched at the name. I saw a flicker of something dark and hungry cross his face. The grip on my hair tightened as he forced me again to look into his dark, unyielding eyes. "If you want to call me that, you better start acting like you mean it," he murmured, his voice dropping low and seductive.

DADDY LUCIFER- PART OF THE KINGS OF HELL SERIES I misbehaved. My knees ached from being planted on the aggressively cold floor for so long, but I would take the pain for as long as possible, if it meant gaining the Devil's forgiveness. I whimpered helplessly as the beast of a man pierced me with his cold eyes, ever so subtly patting his strong thigh twice. "D-daddy please-" My pleas were unfinished and went unheard as he continued to pick up the black paddle from his desk and roll up his sleeves.