Harder Daddy Harder Novels & Stories

“Yeah, baby! Uhm! Uhuhuhuhhhh! F*ck, Selene! You're so tight! Uhm! Uhm! You feel so good! Uhuhuhuhhh.” “That's it, Daddy! Fuck me hard! I love your c*ck in me! Oh my! Ahhhh! Give me more, Daddy! Ahhhh! Ah, ah, ah, ahh, ahhhhh! F*ck your baby! Ahhhh!” I whimper in pleasure. He raised my hips, and he pounded my soaking pussy even harder. “Yessssssssss!!!! Ahhhhhh! Daddy! Daddy!”

“Hold on son, we need to talk “ will said placing his cup of tea down as he looked up at his ok “ dad , I know why you are really going to talk about , but now is not the best time to do that please !” Hardy said standing at the strait case , looking at his dad , vehemently, “ no time is the best time don I really think we should talk about this , now !” Hardy sighed !!, his father wasn’t the type to give up , neither will he give up easily

The hardness from a moment ago was still there underneath, but something gentler sat on top of it now. His voice dropped lower. “Do you forgive daddy?” he asked quietly. I nodded, barely able to speak past the tightness in my chest. “Yes daddy.”

“Fuck, you’re gripping me so good. That’s it, relax for Daddy.” He started moving, slow deep strokes at first, pulling almost all the way out before sliding back in. Every thrust made me moan louder. My cock rubbed against the couch with each movement, leaking all over the leather. The denial in my head got quieter as pleasure took over. “Harder,” I whispered at first, then louder. “Please… fuck me harder.” Johnson chuckled darkly and slammed in deeper. “Say it right. Call me Daddy like you need it.” “Daddy… please… fuck me harder!” I begged, my voice breaking as he started pounding me for real.

“Harder, Daddy, please…” I gave him what he wanted, thrusting harder, deeper, the desk rattling, papers falling to the floor. His ass clenched around me, so tight and perfect, and I groaned, my lips still on his, kissing him to muffle his cries. “Fuck, Ty,” I rasped, my hand tightening on his throat. “You feel so fucking good.” “Mmm, Daddy,” he moaned, his voice breaking as I pounded into him, relentless. “I’m yours, fuck, I’m yours…”

"Only if it's as big and juicy as yours, daddy... Ooooooh... I'm gonna cum... Fuck me hard, daddy. Make your baby girl cum again!" Danielle massaged her clit even harder. Daddy squeezed her tits tight. He slammed his shaft inside her hungry hole as hard and as fast as he could go. Then Danielle cried out loud, a high-pitched sound of unabashed passion. As her cunt contracted hard around his cock, daddy shoved himself as deep as he could and groaned out loud as he shot his heavy load into his daughter's womb.

“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, and his lips are 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.

"Uh!" He kept thrusting in and out spreading my legs wider. "Uh.." "You feel so good" He thrusted deeper. Harder. Deeper. Faster. He wrapped his hands with mine, giving me hard strokes. Oh God! "Fuck!" "East...." "Who's your daddy?" "Y....you" "Say it" "You" "Call me that" "Daddy" "Fuck!" He bring my legs up, placing them on his shoulders as he gave me hard and fast strokes.

Harder. “Please make me cum,” I muttered as tears prickled down my cheek. “Not yet bunny,” he said, and pushed his thick thumb inside my ass hole, fingering it softly. “Fucckkkkkk,” I screamed, my body gave up, my legs trembled, my toes curled as I felt my orgasm rush in. “No, I can't hold it, please let me finish.” I cried, pleading but he ignored me. He was about to talk when a knock came on the door. “Fiona, are you alright?” Dad's voice sounded behind the door. He didn’t stop, he kept fucking me harder and took off the tie in my mouth.

Memories of the way he brought me to orgasm last night stoke the flames that are already smoldering for him. “Yeah, I’m going to be spanking this ass nightly,” he mutters just before his hand crashes down right in the center of my ass. I yelp. “Are you going to spank that hard?” He chuckles. “Depends, bambina. Are you going to be a good girl for Daddy?” I moan and roll my hips on his lap. He slaps me again and I yelp. “Yes, Daddy.” “That’s what I want to hear.” But he starts up a rhythm, spanking me much harder than I think he should for a little slap and tickle before sex.