Harder Daddy Meaning Novels & Stories

mold. "Hey, Anna," Maya said, not looking up. "Check the neighborhood group. People are losing their minds." "Unless someone's bike is broken, I don't care," I muttered, tightening a bolt. "The Hardens are back." The wrench slipped. It clattered against the concrete, a sharp, ringing sound that felt like it was echoing inside my chest. "Who?" I asked, my voice coming out flat. "Jeremy Harden. The 'Golden Boy.' Apparently, his dad is worth like, a billion dollars now. They bought that massive estate on the cliff."

“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?”

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.

“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.

"The school loves you, right? Letting them know you enjoy fucking dicks won't make that change." His words lashed like a slap, and I tightened my jaw to prevent myself from reacting. I couldn't let him see how much this was getting to me. To him, this was a game-some kind of devious, sadistic game. But then, he took it to the next step. "What would Daddy say?" he said with a casual, almost bored tone of voice. "Your sweet, sweet daddy, who just loves bragging about his perfect son.what would he say about his son getting fucked?"

I want his cock in me all the time. "Yeah! Ahhh! Daddy! Fuck me! Faster! Ah! Ah! Ahhh! Hmmm! Hnnn! Harder! Ahhh!” He growled softly while gently holding my hips. He lifted one of my legs and increased the pace of his movements! I don't know, but I'm very horny right now. But knowing that my mommy is not here, that Daddy and I are free, I am very happy! I know it's wrong, but I've got what I want. My daddy is all mine, and no one can take him away from me. It's not my fault that she did that, but I am also grateful that she got rid of that other girl. She didn't know that I was Daddy's girl; otherwise, I would have ended up dead that day. Am I crazy enough to be happy that his obsessive ex is

“No. You say, ‘Harder please, Daddy.’” My stomach flipped. The word hung between us, filthy and sweet at the same time. He waited, patient as ever, that sensual control wrapped around me tighter than his arms. I swallowed. “Harder please…Daddy.” The smile he gave me was pure sin and pride. “Yes. Good girl.” He kissed me slow and deep, then started moving again—harder now, exactly what I’d begged for, each thrust punching the air out of my lungs. “Good girls get what they beg for.”

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."

As he bounced me up and down, I became more accustomed to his size, and began riding harder like he told me to. “Oh my gosh, daddy. Oh, God.” “Yeah, you like that? Ride daddy’s big dick. Show me what a good little slut you are.” he grunted. Things turned frantic, and it felt like we were fighting each other in a mad grab to obtain every ounce of pleasure we could from each other. The sound of my ass slapping against his thrusting hips filled the room, and I whimpered and screamed as he delivered me to the promised land once again, this time while bouncing on his hard daddy dick.

"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.