Harder Daddy Harder Novels & Stories

“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.

“You want it hard, don't you, bitch?” I nod, restricted by daddy's hand on my daddy's talking to me like he's fucking me out of hate. I love it! I love it so goddamn much! He's never said a harsh word to me the entire time he's known me, and the simplest utterance of slut and bitch makes my pussy quiver against his cock. “Fuck me as hard as you want. I'm your slut. You're my daddy. I deserve your hard cock.” “That's fucking right you do. Give me your arms.”

“Why are you hard?” His finger traces my moist folds, lightly brushing my clit with every circle. All he says is, “You make me hard.” “I don’t mean to,” I lie. Daddy growls as his cock presses into my thigh and his hand travels over my ass cheeks. I feel his body tense even more. “You want me to be your first time, little girl? Do you know how wrong that is?” “Show me, Daddy. Please.” He twists the soft flesh of my ass in his hand until I’m squealing. I clutch the counter, bent under his hard bulk.

“Harder, Daddy.” He gave me harder. My ass was on fire, the skin throbbing, and his thumb was still pressing my clit and the combination was driving me toward an edge I couldn’t reach. I was pushing back against his hand, grinding against his thumb, trying to create friction he refused to give me. “You don’t get to come from this,” he said. “You come when I’m inside you. When you feel what you’ve been begging for.” He moved behind me. I heard the rest of his clothes shift. His pants pushed down. Then I felt him.

The stretch made my pussy tighten instinctively, and his grin widened. Without warning, he slammed into me, cock driving deep, mercilessly. I gasped, my hands digging into the cold metal hood, every thrust sending jolts of pleasure straight through me. “Daddy… fuck me harder,” I moaned, my voice breaking, “Harder than you ever fucked mum. I can take it all!” His teeth grazed my shoulder as he snarled, pounding into me with a feral rhythm. His hips snapped against mine, chest pressing into my back, every stroke harder, faster, more punishing than the last.

"She brought out these love letters at Grace's birthday party. Is she trying to provoke her?" "They're 20 years apart. This is practically incest. Charlotte has no shame!" "She's been trying to crawl into the Alpha King's bed since she was a kid by using her father's connections." "Poor Grace..." The chattering was so loud it drowned out the music. On the dance floor, Grace definitely heard what people were saying. She looked up at the images on the big screen, and her face went deathly pale. She trembled from head to toe, tears flooding her eyes.

"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?"

“Your body belongs to only me. Anyone who looks for your trouble or wants you—you report to me. Immediately. Clear?” Heat moved through my face and down my neck. The possessiveness in the statement was absolute. There was no room in it for misunderstanding. I nodded once. “Yes, Daddy.” Something satisfied flickered in his gaze. He released my arm and stepped back. “Go. The driver has the address and the pickup time. Do not deviate.”

He pinned them to the mattress on either side of her hips, his grip firm and unyielding. "When Daddy is on your body," he growled, his eyes blazing up at her from between her thighs, "you need to learn that every single action of yours must be with permission." His voice dropped even lower, becoming something dark and dangerous and devastatingly arousing. "Do you understand me, you naughty, cock-loving slut?" The words were followed by a sharp spank directly to her pussy, making her back arch off the mattress. "Fuck! Y... yes! Yes, daddy!" Anny cried out, her fingers gripping the sheets so tightly her knuckles went white.