Harder Daddy Harder Novels & Stories

“Get in deeper, Daddy.” “Does my sweet girl want to be my dirty little girl? My filthy slut?” He covered my back with his hard chest, and when I felt his massive erection nestle between my ass, I moaned. “I’m going to fuck this pussy hard and raw.” He smacked my ass again and again, and I groaned at how my skin burned in the best way. “Yes. God, this is so good.” And wrong.

Lenie said to the two. "Okay, Mama," Javi replied, holding a new toy. Lenie calmed herself before sitting on the sofa, where her mother was also seated. She started organizing the things they had bought, which only made Hasmin more annoyed. "Is this really the life you want now, Lenie? Relying on that man for everything?" Hasmin said. "Ma? That’s not true. I still work hard for me and the child, right? Nothing has changed. These things he bought are for your grandson," Lenie defended herself.

Kendrick uttered, clasping his hand on Hardie's. "I see no meaning in their taunting though, they are just bored with nothing to do. They can say all they want, daddy. But I don't care since I'm happy with you, daddy." Hardie said with his shoulders raised high. "At least I'm proud of you as my daddy, that's all that matters." Kendrick couldn't tell how happy he felt and he was kind enough to show it with a wide smile on his face. "I'm proud of you, dear son."

“ Dad ,do not say that . You mentioned you could pass for you loved her . I did not want to loose another parent again after Mom passed . I told you the first day she scalded tea on my arms you — ” “ It was a mistake ” Mr Blair interrupted Isabella . “ Yes , every evil she does is a mistake . I am done with everything related to your wife . You promised you won't be with another after mom's death but you are did the opposite and with a she-devil who doesn't care about others just herself. You just ruined my mood .I hate her and Dad if she tries to be nice towards me in pretence , I would sting her hard like a deadly scorpion with no remorse .” Isabella blurts out her eyes red and full with t

My voice came out hoarse. Becca beamed, she was always up to talk about daycare, " Daddy, I really like daycare and all my friends there. My bestest friend is Lily, she has a Barbie mermaid doll and she lets me play with her. Jayjay is also my friend, she just had a baby sister, how cool is that! I don't like Steve, he's mean, he likes to take my things and pull my hair. Mommy says I should avoid him and tell my teacher but if he doesn't change, I should hit him where the sun doesn't shine. I still don't know what that means though, do you?" I let out a small laugh, My baby girl was so cute, I was willing to bet that wherever Vince was, he was laughing as well.

"Dear, Daddy is going to work. Let's stay at home. Besides, mama just got home. Don't you miss me, hmm?" "I want to be with Daddy." How is this? Farel's request just now was very burdensome. Lily couldn't possibly persuade her husband to agree, could she? "I'm sorry. Mommy's right. You can't come," Keenan said in response. "Why, I promise I won't bother Daddy," Farel whined. "Daddy used to say that I was still a kid so I wasn't allowed to come to work. Now I'm a big boy." There was an instant sting in Lily's heart after hearing her son's words. She imagined how many insults her ex-husband's family had thrown at her at that time. It turned out that Farel could remember the wound until now.

There was nothing hesitant in his gaze—only that same heat, that same hunger that had been smoldering between us for far too long. "Mr. Damian..." I whispered, my voice barely a breath. He paused. His eyes lifted to mine—stormy, dark, and completely in control. "Try again," he said, his eyes darkening more. My lips parted, trembling. "Mr. Damian..." A small, wicked smile curved his mouth. "No, sweetheart." His hands gripped my thighs tighter. "It's Daddy. Call me Daddy." My breath caught. There was something dangerous in the way he said it, something that made every nerve in my body snap to life.

he asks, voice rough. “Yes. Please.” He begins to move in long, measured strokes. Every thrust is controlled. Every retreat is slow. His eyes stay locked on mine. One of his hands remains spread over the side of my belly, steadying, feeling. Zavian stays close on my other side, kissing my mouth, my cheek, the corner of my eye. His fingers stroke through my hair and then trail down to rest over Caspian’s hand on my stomach so that both of them are touching me and the babies at once.

she asked Damian… trying to sound as natural as possible. Damian stared at her without a word at first. Speaking to her was way harder than defending a guilty client in court. He hated the guts of her and hated the fact that she was the sole reason his father never cared for his mother. Every fucking fiber of his being hated her and it was very fucking clear, but regardless, his grip on the glass tightened, then he said, “I find Isadora fascinating.”

Without giving it a thought, I proceeded to smack her big, fat ass cheeks, eliciting a moan from her. “Please s-spank me harder, daddy,” She cried, spurring me on to smack her again. This time, with more fervour. “You like that?” I asked, spanking her ass cheeks like a set of drums, “You like the way I smack that slutty fat ass of yours?” “Y-Yes, daddy. I do,” She croaked out, her hands splayed on the glass. Mentally, I applauded myself for purchasing the property that night because if I hadn't, I would probably never have the chance of fucking Diana against a window.