Harder Daddy Harder Novels & Stories

“Watch how your friend’s dad is fucking you like a whore. Your pussy is making such nasty sounds. It’s so sloppy and full of my load.” I could see everything in the mirror — his thick cock stretching my pink lips wide, the white cream coating his shaft, and the way my body jolted forward with every hard thrust. “Harder,” I moaned out loudly , pushing back against him. “Fuck me harder daddy. Pound this cunt while I watch. I want to see my tits bounce while you wreck me.”

CHAPTER 1: TIED OPEN FOR DADDY (WARNING: DEGRADATION, HARDCORE ROUGH SEX AND KINKS) LAURA “Please, Daddy… please, I can’t—oh God, I can’t take it anymore!” My scream ripped out of me, raw and desperate, as he cranked the speed on the plugs buried inside my pussy and my ass. “Turn them off, Daddy, please! I’m begging you—my pussy, my ass, they’re fucking me so hard I’m going to break!”

Even Aunt Mary, who was usually the most vocal in her opposition, didn't dare make a countermove against Hardin. Dad had raised his hand to hit Hardin, but my brother was much more alert. As a child, Dad could manage Hardin with a punch, but not anymore. Hardin isn't a little boy who just obeys. In fact, he's much bigger than Dad. And Hardin doesn't hesitate to fight back against people who trample on his pride.

All of a sudden, it felt like his cock got thicker, longer and harder, if that was possible. He had not fucked me so hard, at least not since we were first started dating. He was on a mission to give me the fucking of my life. I kept it on by repeating “please daddy, please...fuck me, fuck me harder!” over and over again as he gave me the pounding of my life. The intensity of what was happening soon had him coming in buckets. When we were done, my cunt was dripping with so much of his cum.

Until now, I still can't believe that my father, a former soldier who was muscular and gym fit, was fucking another man. "Mom is asking you to transfer a million into her account or else she will sell the house," I said to daddy, I know I told mommy that I will be the one transferring the money to her account but when I heard the voice of daddy's mistress I suddenly felt annoyed. "Fuck that woman! All she does is spend my money with all those cheap callboys, tell her to get tested because I think she already catches a disease." Dad responded frustratedly and I just rolled my eyes even though he can't see me because I knew, in the end, he would just give what mommy wanted.

“Say it properly.” “please I need your dick hard inside me.” He pushed inside me again, stretching me wide. “Fuck… your pussy is so tight.” “It’s yours,” I moaned. “All yours daddy.” “What do you call me?” he demanded, his voice rough. “Daddy…” “Louder,” he snapped, bringing his hand down hard on my ass with a loud smack. “Take me, Daddy!” I cried out. “Ohhh fuck!” Mike roared as he slammed into me harder, deeper, filling me completely with every brutal thrust of his big, beautiful cock.

Dylan stepped forward, his eyes burning with passion but yet begging for approval from his dad “If these aren’t just murders like you said, and it involves only teenagers? Then I’ll be damned if I let my own son crack that kind of shit with me. Get to school, and sit your ass in school till it’s time to come home you got me?” His fatherly tone could be heard as it sounded as commanding as possible “Yes dad” Dylan answered like his dreams had just been shattered, but Sheriff Hardin was being hard so he could protect him. He knows how inquisitive his son can be, he wouldn’t want him to get in trouble or be the next headline on the news

I yelled at her, Her eyes reddened, saliva dripping from the side of her lips as her hands became fragile, too weak to even relax by the floor as I looked at my dad with a grin and said, “ Fuck her, dad!” He nodded, rubbing my hair as he asked me like a tease, without a care for the woman on the ground, “ Should I go hard or soft?” I looked at her for a bit, seeing the fear in her eyes but I muttered under my breath, “ Hard!”

"I've already enrolled in the academy. This is my life, and this is what I'm doing." My mother burst into sudden, dramatic wails, clutching her face and crying out to God like someone had just died. Kenan just smirked, shaking his head in disgust, while my father’s face turned a dangerous shade of crimson. "Dancer?" my father spat, rising slowly from his chair, his voice booming through the house. "You throw away your future for some street nonsense? Not under my roof, you don't. Get out." I blinked, taking a step back. "Dad, listen to me—"

This time his tone became harsher which scared and a hard slap landed on her right boob “Ahhh…. Fuckkk…. Dadyy!” Oliver smirked as Isabella moaned his name. He continued to smash and fondle her boobs, making her cry out loud. “Ahhh… Uhhh…. Ohhh…. Daddy… Please… Sloww… Please… It’s hurting… Ahhh….” "Take *twack* it my *twack* little *twack* slut *twack*." He spoke with a dark chuckle. He had imagined this scene in his mind uncountable times, her under his mercy, begging and crying in pain and pleasure.