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- I asked in a rude way. - Sorry. - He said looking at me, not with his intimidating eyes, but with the look where humanity predominated. - Sorry to arrive like this, I'm Hard, partner of Call. And you? - he said in a respectful and calm tone, stretching his hand towards my father, and little by little all the arrogant way that my father carried was ceasing. as if he saw something in Hard. - I'm Edgar Juice. Call's father and practically the owner of that bankrupt company.

she replied, her eyes solely on Hardin as he kept pushing his scrambled eggs around on his plate. With the cheer he’d had earlier now completely drained, Adriana leaned forward slightly in concern. “Hardin, why didn’t you respond to Daddy?” she asked gently. He didn't answer at first. Then slowly, he lifted his head. His lips pulled into a tight line, his bright blue eyes were slightly dulled. “What is it, baby?” Adriana asked again, her voice softer and warmer. Just then, Hardin blinked. “It’s Daddy,” he mumbled, barely above a whisper.

"Daddy. " "What did you say?" " Yes Daddy. " "What did you say again?" " Yes daddy!!!" "What the hell do you want?" " I want you to f*** me harder." "How hard do you want me to f*** you?" " I want you to f*** me harder balls deep. " She groaned as he returned his tight grip around her throat now slamming harder than ever into her not caring how heavy the amount of pressure is going to weigh on her. "Oh fuck " She whispered and arched her back continuously against the table while his grip on her throat tightened the more as he increased his pace ramming her hard and mercilessly than ever before intent on granting her the destructive pleasure He's aching to give to her.

“Hard—” “Oh My Fucking God, Daddy.” I cried out at the sensation of it all, the way his gaze burned into my own, the way his hips rolled, determined to ruin me and the way his fingers choked me just right. “I’m gonna make you cum so fucking hard for me, you’re gonna forget your own fucking name.” He slammed harder into me. I couldn’t fucking breathe. I was close, the tension built fast in my stomach. He noticed. “You gonna cum for me baby?”

He looks at me in the low light of this office with my father’s name ten feet away and his eyes are dark and complicated and something in them is breaking open. “What did you just call me.” “Daddy.” I hold his gaze. I say it all the way through this time, fully, every syllable. “Harder, Daddy. Please.” The sound he makes is nothing I’ve heard from him before. He grabs my hips and goes. He fucks me so hard the desk shifts across the floor and I brace my hand against the window behind me. I keep saying it because every time I do he goes harder. It keeps rewarding me, Daddy, please, Daddy, don’t stop, until it stops being a word and becomes the rhythm, the sound my body makes with his, the only

Dylan stepped forward, his eyes burning with passion but yet begging for approval from his dad “If these aren’t just murders like you said, and it involves only teenagers? Then I’ll be damned if I let my own son crack that kind of shit with me. Get to school, and sit your ass in school till it’s time to come home you got me?” His fatherly tone could be heard as it sounded as commanding as possible “Yes dad” Dylan answered like his dreams had just been shattered, but Sheriff Hardin was being hard so he could protect him. He knows how inquisitive his son can be, he wouldn’t want him to get in trouble or be the next headline on the news

“Harder, Daddy!” I must be crazy to say it, and I moan as he slams his dick in and out. I’m making squelchy noises, and I can smell it, sex. Daddy is sweaty and I am too, his hair is clammy as I touch it, his lips salty as they press to mine. He grunts, in a rhythm, and his balls slap my flesh, his dick so deep and my pussy so sore. I can’t stop smiling. I’m not a virgin anymore.

Hardin has never been the type to be guided, much less instructed. Valentina’s lips curve, pleased. To her, that sounded like permission. Hardin’s father speaks next. The change is instant. The warmth drains from his face. The easy charm vanishes. The man sitting there now is not the one who joked moments ago, it’s someone colder, sharper, far more dangerous than Hardin. “Did you let him go?” he asks. Hardin doesn’t hesitate. He already knows what his father means. “Yes,” he replies. “He is weak.”

I grab his head closer to smash my lips against his, our tongues clashing passionately against each other. "Harder, d-daddy!" I whimper against his mouth and he slows down. "Good girls say the magic word." He grunts out as his body rocks against mine, faster. "P-Please, please….!" I cry out sharply, my hands tightening around his neck as my heels dig into his spine. "Please fuck me harder, daddy!"

He has only left me one choice, and that is to beg harder. ===========================