Harder Daddy Meaning Novels & Stories

she argued with a furrowed brow. "Then stop assuming that I'm your father! You clearly ruined Louis' proposal. Doesn't that mean you already know he's your father?" Summer blinked and fell silent for a few moments. "Uncle Louis is not my father. He's my Daddy." Kendrick's head was pushed back. His brain failed to process it. "What's the difference?" "Everyone in this world has a father, but not everyone has a Daddy. A father is the reason why we exist in this world, while a Daddy is the reason why we feel safe and happy living in this world."

“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.”

He finished explaining. His hands were still on me. One on my hip. I could feel that his cock was getting harder against my ass while he taught his daughter to shoot a gun in his casino basement. “Daddy?” I murmured, not turning around. My eyes on the target. “What?” “Are you hard right now?” His fingers dug into my hip. “Aren’t you focused on the wrong target?” He growled in my ears and I giggled. “I can’t help that I can feel you, Daddy. Against my ass.” I wiggled, grinding myself against him. “You’re teaching your little girl how to kill someone and you’re getting hard about it.”

I stammered. Firm hands suddenly grabbed me, jacking me off the ground and throwing over his shoulders. He turned. Smack. I jerked. My core walls clenched to the effect of the smack. “You dare to be stubborn to daddy?” He barked. My lips quivered not knowing what to say but deep within I knew he wasn't going to be harsh on me. Daddy can never be harsh on his sweet little girl.

"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."

I giggle at this and he smiles. "I have a surprise for you, Daddy." I say and he nods." What is it, babygirl." He ask and I move the phone away from my face and move it down my body. I hear a groan and slowly bring the phone back to my face. "Babygirl." He says through gritted teeth. "Yes, Daddy?" I ask. "You made Daddy hard, little one." He growls lowly with a smirk. "Oh really, well my body can make you hard then it can get you off. Or do you want my mouth?" I ask slowly.

Andrew slowly rises from the floor and walks toward Ivy carefully like he’s scared someone might drag her away from him. But instead of anger, Hardin’s father suddenly lets out a bitter laugh. “You really are your father’s son,” he mutters toward Hardin. Hardin’s expression darkens. “That’s not a compliment.” “No,” the older man says quietly. “It isn’t.” For the first time since I met him, the powerful intimidating man standing before us suddenly looks… old. He exhales heavily and waves his hand dismissively, his voice dropping to a freezing edge as he commands, “Take her away from this house, because I want the both of them to pay dearly for deceiving me.”

Kaliyah turns to him, her lips tightening with clear disapproval; “But Hardin, she’s done nothing wr—” “I think I’m capable of handling my family, mother,” Hardin cuts in, giving her a hard stare. “Cora is my daughter, and she will do as I say.” “But daddy…” Cora whimpers, her chin wobbling. “Mommy was rude to Ms. Sophie first.” “It doesn’t matter.” I’ve never heard Hardin speak to his daughter in this tone before. Cora is a daddy’s girl through and through. He’s always gentle with her, but this time, there’s no trace of warmth in his voice.

“Harder… please…” He fucked me relentlessly, the angle hitting deep, making my toes curl. His dirty words poured out between grunts: “Gonna fill you up before work. Send you to your classes with my cum dripping down your thighs. No one will know that Daddy bred you this morning.” The risk made everything hotter. We both knew Jake could come back for something forgotten. The adrenaline pushed me over the edge fast. I came hard, pussy clenching and gushing around his thick shaft as I bit my arm to muffle my screams.

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