Harder Daddy Harder Novels & Stories

"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.

The new intern had a habit of calling my husband "Daddy." "Daddy, I am having the worst luck today. Could you please go buy me some feminine products?" "Daddy, I cannot get the zipper on my dress unstuck. Can you help me?" "Daddy, why do you not have my hair tie around your wrist? I think you deserve a punishment. Wear two. Pink ones, okay?" I frowned as irritation simmered beneath the surface. My husband waved it off with a casual smile. "She is just being playful. Do not take it seriously. She is young and enjoying the novelty. She will get over it soon enough." I said nothing. I waited until the night of the company’s annual gala. She suddenly stumbled in front of everyone and fe

At this moment, there was nothing but us and the pleasure we both sought. "Harder," I moaned against his lips. "Please, Daddy, fuck me harder." I was near, so damn near to my release. Obliging, he slammed into me so hard that I lost my breath. “You. Are. My. Girl. Daddy’s girl. Now. Come. For. Daddy.” His cock hit the end of me repeatedly with each word, but the pain of it only made me burn hotter. There was nothing sweet about this, just sinful and downright filthy sex.

“Please, Daddy—harder.” He gave it. Hands gripped her hips tight—fingers digging into soft flesh. He slammed in—hard, fast. The table jolted forward an inch. Legs scraped the tile with a sharp screech. She cried out—sharp, needy—knuckles turning white as she clutched the edge harder.

My cock throbbed harder with every slap. “I thought my daddy was so strong…” I gasped between blows. “But these spanks are so soft.” Marcus growled low in his throat. “Oh? You want harder? I’ll give you harder.” The next strike cracked across my right cheek—sharp, searing. I gasped, back bowing, cock jerking against his thigh. “Yessssssss.” “I see you need a firm hand to keep you in line,” he said. I yelped, then moaned. My ass was on fire now. “Yesss, Daddy. Punish me.”

They all came knocking. It wasn't enough. The pleasure, the taboo, the satisfaction. It gave her too much of a rush. Daddy was the stuff of erotica book boyfriends. Brutal. Ruthless. Sinfully good at fucking. “Please,” The word tore out of her before she could stop it. “Please, Bill. Daddy, harder. Make it hurt. Make my pussy hurt more. Fuck harder, damn it," she succumbed, clutching a cushion to brace herself.

Lucas bristled with determination, his eyes ablaze with righteous anger, “I will get to the bottom of this Aurora and I will expose your slutty soul!” With a sardonic twist to my lips, I countered his fervent proclamation. "Oh, by all means, Lucas," I retorted, my tone dripping with sarcasm. "If you're so eager to air our supposed 'secret' to the entire pack, be my guest. That is your father’s reputation, not mine.”

“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.