Harder Daddy Harder Novels & Stories

I cry out, the sheets catch in my teeth, muffling the sound. He starts slow and steady again. Feeding me inch after inch of his marvellous cock. Taking his time. He slides all the way in, his hips slamming against my ass cheeks, the sound is music to my ears, and when he pulls out, my vagina makes resisting noises, hesitant to let him go. He trembles behind me, keeping the tempo at that maddening pace. "Daddy. Please. Please. Fuck me...I need you. Hard. Fuck me hard." I plead, breathing hard.

Standing firm and unmovable, I held her arms tightly, making every attempt she made to move futile. “You really are a stubborn little thing, aren’t you?” I mocked before I continued. “But don’t try to tame me or you might regret it,” I added, and she began to sob. I was surprised by her sudden change of emotion. Does she want to make me feel guilty or what? "Please, Daddy, please let me go," Stephanie pleaded, the word unexpectedly sending a strange sensation through me. She had never called me "Daddy" before, and hearing it from her somewhat turned me on and made my dick stand out at full attention, painfully straining my pants.

“Maybe he is being protective you know with my momma and all. Your daddy is looking after us you know how sweet and kind he is.” He snorts, “did you just call my daddy sweet? Fuck me, Harps that is hilarious. My daddy ain’t sweet. He’s a mean ass biker.” “Yeah right, your daddy has a sweet side and besides he raised you good and proper.” The douchebag leaves some money on the table and strides towards the door with his face put out. Good - the dickhead. Levy comes towards the counter and takes a seat next to Dylan. “You okay, Harper?” Concern floods his warm eyes as he looks at me. I wish he wouldn’t look at me like that, it’s making me weak at the knees and making my panties get wet and I’m

fuck, why can't you stop with that voice. "Okay, Daddy. I'll be waiting, very..." I dragged out the word. "Very impatiently," he chuckled lowly. "You're going to behave for me, alright? I'll reward you," "I'd like that," I said immediately, submitting to Daddy Jackson. He's a soft Dom. They're just as bad as the hardcore Doms, that I'm aware. Jackson has a way of being gentle while messing with you most sensually. It's pure torture. I was interrupted by the knock on my door. I stood up to go and open. "I'm getting off the phone now, okay?"

I felt the tremors starting in my thighs, the pleasure becoming too much to bear. "Don't you dare close your eyes," he whispered, his voice a dark command. "I want you to feel every inch of this." He leaned all his weight into me, pinning me down against the mattress while his hands never let go of my hips. The friction was undoing me—a heavy, grinding pressure that hit deeper and deeper with every strike. "Daddy's girl," he muttered, his voice breaking as he FUCKED me more harder. "My good, little girl." "Harder… harder… Fuck me harder!" I screamed, my eye widened in pleasure.

“Mmm. Yes, baby girl. Beg me. Tell me what you want.” I whimpered as he rolled his hips again, so deep it stole my breath. “Please.” His smile curved against my skin, dark and satisfied. “Please what? Use your words.” Heat flooded my face. He was still moving—slow, relentless, perfect—and it was driving me insane. “Harder.” He chuckled low, the sound vibrating through my chest. “Okay. Now all together.” I was trembling, nails digging into his back. “Please… harder.” He stopped moving entirely, buried to the hilt, and lifted his head so I had to meet those storm-dark eyes. “No. You say, ‘Harder please, Daddy.’”

"Harder daddy. Fuck me harder daddy." I smirked at her new confidence and kissed her, I pushed my tongue into her mouth and she immediately submitted to me. She placed her hands in my hair and pulled at it. I moaned and turned us over so she was straddling me. I placed my hands on her hips and moved them up, she released my lips and leaned her head back. She bounced on my cock and I began to suck her boobs. She moaned louder and placed her hands on my shoulder. "Oh daddy."

“Hardcore! He corrected and she stilled. “You will have to call me that fucking name you called me a while ago.” “Oh yes, Daddy!” “Hardcore!” he rolled his hand into her pussy and she gripped the sheet hard her pussy pulsing against his hand. “Oh Daddy! Please let me cum!” “Call that fucking name!” he gritted and she yelled! “Hardcore!” “Now tell me how does that damm name feel in your mouth? “Wired.” she shut her eyes trying to hold in the pleasure.

I say, without thinking, making him grunt, holding my thighs as he begins to pound harder, if even possible. "Say it again, baby. Call me daddy, again!" he says, making me bite my lip. When I don't say it, he slaps my ass hard, making me gasp as he continues to thrust deep inside me. "Say who's your daddy!" he says again as I feel another hard slap. "YOU, you're my daddy, baby, you," I say through a whimper as I stick my ass out more. His fingers dig into my thighs as he thrusts harder. "That's right. I'm your daddy. And you're mine, only mine, forever, got that?" he says as he thrusts faster. "Yes, yes, baby. Like that, harder daddy, harder." I say as my fingers grip the sheets harder.

"Yes daddy." "Good girl, now daddy's going to fuck you hard, okay baby? Again, it might hurt a little at first but you're going to cum and next time it will hurt even less and feel even better." Greg didn't wait for her reply, he couldn't He was beyond being gentle daddy in that moment, too overcome by the tight throb of his daughter's newly broken pussy around his cock. She was tighter than anything he'd felt before, tighter than he even imagined. He wouldn't last long, at this rate, but damn if he wasn't going to get in a good fucking before he came.