Harder Daddy Harder Novels & Stories

I gulp as I look at the wine racks in disbelief, all the broken bottles of wine and the expensive red wines spread on the floor like a wildfire. Fucking hell! I'm sure I have already lost my job now. "That's what you got for being a fucking hard to get, slut. Come to me and I'll pay for that, you don't have to worry about it or where you'll get the money to pay for this." The man said and he tried to drag me out of the cafe again. I wince in pain when the old man drags me out, it looks like I got a wound on my knee. The old man was about to open the door when someone beats him to it, and a man with a cold, dark, and serious face enters the door.

He spanked me twice in a row, fast and hard. "Yes!" "You know how much of a little tease you have been, right? Calling me daddy, knowing well enough how much that shit turns me on. Touching yourself and kissing me out of the blues. You just want to be slutted out! And don't fucking lie to me, you want to be fucked. You are not here, naked and moaning because you just want me to prove that you are not insensitive! You are here because you want daddy to fuck you, is that right?" With every word he was saying, he was spanking me harder and faster and I was on the edge already. I was going to cum so hard from being spanked.

So I swallow hard and try to construct a sentence before his aggression escalates. "Yes daddy", I say and I watch him soften. That did something to pacify him. By just a little though, his facials ease, but his rod that's poking my entrance mercilessly and threatening to go in without remorse is still very hard. "Good girl, I'll give you your answer in a sec", he says as he goes all in. I was expecting that, but I still can't hold my scream back as I remove the hands I was asked to lay on and raise my shoulders so I can push him back.

“What do you think I'm trying to do, daddy?” “Daddy?” She was definitely trying to make me go crazy right now. “Sirena…” “I love how you say my name. It sounds like a prayer. Like a plea.” He was her father's best friend. Her forbidden night. And the biggest lie of her life. Maria has just landed her dream promotion which was supposed to be the start of everything she has worked for. Heartbroken and humiliated by a devastating betrayal, she seeks comfort in the arms of a stranger for just one reckless night, only for him to reappear the next day as her father's best friend and shockingly as her company’s CEO. Petyr is older, powerful and everything Maria should run from but fate k

His face was like stone, his sharp eyes focused on the village roads as they started to get busy. "Why are you so quiet? Still mad about last night?" Lona whispered. She felt bold. Her hand began to crawl higher, inching toward his groin. She could feel his thigh muscle, hard as a rock beneath her palm. "Didn't you say you were good at disciplining things that were out of place? I’m feeling a little... messy, Daddy. I think I need you to fix me." Lona let out a soft giggle, feeling like she had the upper hand. She was sure Revan was about to snap, just like all the stepfathers before him. She kept stroking his leg, occasionally giving him a little pinch.

"I'm your stepmommy." Zanéh scrunched up her face further like the last word was a pungent smell in her nose. She eyed the lady up and down and settled back on her face. "You're white." Murda slowly rose back to her feet, dusting at her knees. It was obvious she didn't know what reply to give to that. Kiersey saw this as her cue to step in. "I take it you didn't know before? " Zanéh shrugged nonchalantly, popping at her gum. "I don't know, I just assumed Daddy . . . where's my daddy?" She glanced about with question, before settling back on Murda's face with an expression that could be likened to accusal.

"Daddy, it's yours, it's always yours..." "Good girl." He pulls his fingers out and lines himself up and pushes inside me from behind in one long devastating stroke and I scream into the pillow and he doesn't stop, doesn't let me adjust, just starts fucking me deep and hard and relentless and I take every single inch and push back for more. "Yes!" I grab the headboard. "Yes, Daddy, fuck me harder, please..." "You want harder?" He grabs my hips and drives in so deep I feel him in my stomach and I cry out. "Like that?"

"Harder... harder... please..." "Beg louder," he commanded, his movements becoming more violent and desperate. "Tell me you're just a hole for me to ruin. Tell me you want me to use you until you're nothing." "Use me!" I screamed, the world blurring. "Ruin me, Daddy. Ruin me for anyone else... please!" "Good girl. You're made for my cock, baby." The slapping of skin against skin was going faster and louder. "Fuck! Oh fuck! Oh Daddy, I'm almost there!" I screamed and I felt his hold on my throat tightened until I couldn't breathe.

his child! before I ever existed in his orbit. No. This can't be happening! I have fought so hard to have Damien for only myself. I can't let a cheap slut from the slum take him away from me only because she has a child for him. I stood feom the ground. My hands are shaking so badly the album slips from my fingers. Pages flutter open on the floor. I didn't bother picking it up. Instead I walk to the kitchenette. Find the half-empty vodka bottle I knocked over earlier. Unscrew the cap. Pour what’s left over the mattress, the curtains, the shredded clothes.

Hidalgo stood to his mighty feet and my anxieties knew no bounds as he got to us, nuzzling his hand in my red long hair as if he was feeling the texture. These men were lust-hazed in Hunger. Désire. Carving. Darn it! Both father and son imprisoned me intensely and enthusiastically, jailing my body possessively and offering me no vacuum to breathe! Gosh!!! “Daddy!” I hysterically cried out, burning sensation and adrenaline submerging through my body.