Novel & Cerita Harder Daddy Harder

"My dear daughter, this new boyfriend of yours doesn't seem very smart. What's he trying to pull here?" Joyce's brows furrowed, clearly displeased. "Are you an idiot, Henry? Lucius was just joking with you, so why did you have to be so rude with him? Don't you have a sense of humor?" I replied calmly, "Wasn't he the one who told you to call him daddy first? Since he wants to be a father, why can't I want the same? Also…" As I spoke, I raised my hand and smacked Lucius's head, hard. "Hands off your daughter, you old lecher! How could you touch her like that? You're a father, you know?!"

" Mommy, if daddy was here, you would not have to work hard." Cheng liyue was taken aback. How did this little fellow come up with such a notion?. " Mommy really like this job!!! I don't think this job is hard at all. Cheng liyue said with a smile. However, the little boy had listened in on their conversation just now. The well-desssed women was bullying his mommy, which had caused him feel anger and hatred. " But, if only daddy was here, Besides you to protect you, wouldn't that be nice.

He drove us home. He dropped me onto the bed. A wide grin appeared across his lips. He quickly undressed himself, I watched as his dick fell out of his underwear. That big guy was making me smile in my head. " You did a great job by making sure we weren't caught." He breathed, Crawling into the bed, he leaned forward landing his soft lips against mine. I felt a tiny shock wave rushed down my spine, a wave of adrenaline surged through me. "Appreciate me, daddy." I moaned, breaking the kiss.

WARNING: This book won't make sense until you've read Beg Harder Book 1. I connected all the chapters so if you skip any you will not get the storyline on this book. DAVE'S POINT OF VIEW Knowing exactly my situation in life has given me the push to do things no one can. I rose up to every challenge I'm given, especially owing my life to Peter. From the beginning of our family's history, he was the most beloved of the two brothers. I wouldn't call him the lesser of two evils since he is just as vicious as the other.

Lucas's voice rang out, filled with fury and disbelief. I squared my shoulders, refusing to back down in the face of his rage. "Then go ask your father why he fucked me. Don’t scream in my ears, got it? You have shit to deal with, go and do so but don’t think I’ll stand here and let you scream at me like my father." His laughter was bitter and scornful. "Oh, wow. She’s grown a bone," he sneered. "Because you are fucking my father? A man two decades older than you? My mother's fucking husband?"

“If I call you Dad… will you disappear later?” The question shattered the room. Ethan didn’t answer immediately. He knelt in front of her, eyes level. “I won’t disappear,” he said. “Even when things are hard. Especially then.” Crystal studied him for a long moment. Then, softly, testing the word like fragile glass— “Dad.” Ethan inhaled sharply. Amara covered her mouth, tears streaming freely now. “Yes, sweetheart?” Ethan said, voice breaking. Crystal smiled. That single moment rewrote ten years of absence.

"Oh fuck, yes! Fuck me hard, Daddy!" He didn't hold back, pounding into me with brutal force, each slam echoing through the kitchen. His hips slapped against my ass, the sound wet and obscene. "Take it, you filthy little tease. Sucking my cock while talking to your mom? You're gonna pay for that." I pushed back against him, meeting every thrust, my nails scratching the counter. "Harder, Daddy! Fuck me like you mean it. Am I a better fuck than Mom? Huh? Does her pussy feel this tight?"

“Harder—Daddy—please—fuck me like you own me—use me—” He reached around my hip and found my clit with two rough fingers, rubbing tight, firm circles while he pounded into me from behind. “You like that? Like getting railed by the man who’s supposed to be looking out for you? Like knowing your roommate’s dad is balls-deep in the same tight little cunt he used to drive to soccer practice and parent-teacher conferences?”

“Do you think this joke is funny?” “Gr-grant,” Rachel stammers, coming to stand beside his father. “You know that your father has a heart condition. How can you possibly play such a mean…” “I’m not playing anything.” Grant tells her. “What I’ve said is very much serious. Gianna is my wife and I set asked for this meeting to properly introduce her. Now, since I’ve introduced her to father, I’d also like to do the same with grandfather, where is he?” As he speaks, Grant starts to look around as if the man in question will appear out of nowhere and when he doesn’t, a look of concern forms on his handsome face.