Daddy It Hurts 소설 & 이야기

This time his tone became harsher which scared and a hard slap landed on her right boob “Ahhh…. Fuckkk…. Dadyy!” Oliver smirked as Isabella moaned his name. He continued to smash and fondle her boobs, making her cry out loud. “Ahhh… Uhhh…. Ohhh…. Daddy… Please… Sloww… Please… It’s hurting… Ahhh….” "Take *twack* it my *twack* little *twack* slut *twack*." He spoke with a dark chuckle. He had imagined this scene in his mind uncountable times, her under his mercy, begging and crying in pain and pleasure.

“Daddy does not want me, right? I’m just asking if Uncle Bastian feels the same.” My heart constricted upon hearing her say those things. It hurts me that at such an early age, she was already thinking about that. Tears welled my eyes, but I blinked them away. Then, I pulled her to my body and hugged her tightly. “D-Daddy loves you,” I lied. “He doesn't love me, Mommy. But it’s okay. I have you.” “Love...” Kelly kissed both of my cheeks. “It’s okay, Mommy.”

It was a different kind of love than I expected, but it was love nonetheless. He brought the head of his cock to the lips of my pussy, and teased them slightly. He slowly but surely began to push in. I was so aroused, and so much in need of stimulation at that point that I could tell I was gushing for him, aching for him, needing him, and ready for him. I was so ready for him that there was barely any pain as Ty slid into me, even though I’d always heard it hurt. But I guess I was just so wet, and all those years of anxiety were gone just like that... all because of Daddy's magic.

"Little mouse thought she could run from us, but look at her now—spread open, begging, taking every inch like she was made for it." My toes curled as Caspian's deep octave sent shockwaves through my body. Zavian's hand wrapped around my throat, squeezing just enough to steal my breath. "Tell him how good it feels, pet. Tell him who owns this body now." *** I didn't mean to surrender to them, but I did. And one night of reckless abandon,born from heartbreak and humiliation, suddenly became my new addiction. It should have been nothing but a drunken mistake… but what happens when your biggest mistake refuses to let you go? When the men who once made you cry now make you scream their nam

“Daddy, it hurts!” “Shhh, I know, baby,” he soothed, his voice strained. He didn’t stop, but he didn’t force it either. He held me steady, letting me adjust to the intrusion. “Just breathe through it. The hurt will stop. You’re so tight, so perfect… just let me in.”

As I watched him , so many thoughts ran through my head at the same time and when I felt that slickness in between my legs , I knew what it meant . I was wet again . “Fuck”I cursed out as I rushed to my room . Once I got into my room , I shut the door And went to where I had kept my sec toys . I just wanted to satisfy myself with him being around , why was this urge for him was tearing me apart . ***** “No Brother , please don’t make me do this” I heard him beg my father for the tenth time . “ Please , I don’t think I’m in the right state of mind to watch my daughter. I know Nora is no longer a kid , but I just want to protect her .

good. Something about him calling himself my Daddy makes it easier to be in pain right now...because instinctively, I know he's going to make it all better. That's what Daddies do. These thoughts are twisted and they stray from the proper path of a young lady, but they invade my mind nonetheless. They are relentless.

That’s when he sucks so hard at my tit that I think my nipple is going to pop off in his mouth and I giggle at the thought of it. “Yes, daddy wants you happy. Don’t you realize that?” He asked me. “I do now daddy, I do.” I whine at him as he thrusts in and out of me coming harder for me and I love how he fills my cunt. He warms the inside of me, and I can’t get over the fact that daddy loves to have my sweet, sweet, cream. It’s crazy that I thought it wasn’t okay, now I know that he’s just trying to help me. There’s nothing to be ashamed of when daddy takes my pain away. I need his help.

A cup of coffee sat on the table beside him. “Sore?” he asked, his deep voice calm. I nodded weakly, biting my lip. “Very sore, Daddy. I can barely move. My pussy… it hurts so much.” He smiled slowly, clearly pleased with my condition. “Good. That’s exactly how I want you feeling today. Every time you try to walk, every time you sit down, you’ll remember how we both ruined that tight little cunt.”

"Well, that could've been accomplished if you didn't fuck the shit out of me last night. I can barely move right now." "I can't help that you're so god damned beautiful. You know how Daddy can't get enough of you, baby. But hearing you sore for Daddy is making me hard and wanting to fuck the shit out of you again." I roll my eyes. "Don't roll your eyes at me again." "I'm sorry, but it's hard not to when my pussy aches," I whine. "Jesus christ, baby. You're going to make Daddy come in his favorite shorts." "Daddy, please alleviate my soreness."