Harder Daddy Meaning Novels & Stories

Ughhhhh "Yes daddy"

"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.

Hardin has never been the type to be guided, much less instructed. Valentina’s lips curve, pleased. To her, that sounded like permission. Hardin’s father speaks next. The change is instant. The warmth drains from his face. The easy charm vanishes. The man sitting there now is not the one who joked moments ago, it’s someone colder, sharper, far more dangerous than Hardin. “Did you let him go?” he asks. Hardin doesn’t hesitate. He already knows what his father means. “Yes,” he replies. “He is weak.”

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!”

He looks at me in the low light of this office with my father’s name ten feet away and his eyes are dark and complicated and something in them is breaking open. “What did you just call me.” “Daddy.” I hold his gaze. I say it all the way through this time, fully, every syllable. “Harder, Daddy. Please.” The sound he makes is nothing I’ve heard from him before. He grabs my hips and goes. He fucks me so hard the desk shifts across the floor and I brace my hand against the window behind me. I keep saying it because every time I do he goes harder. It keeps rewarding me, Daddy, please, Daddy, don’t stop, until it stops being a word and becomes the rhythm, the sound my body makes with his, the only

So intimate. "You, the most beautiful woman I have ever married." I pinched his back. "Daddy, what's getting heavier? Not this much feeling yesterday." "Angh .... because daddy is very passionate about ahh ...... mommy." "After this, I want to call Grandma. Want to ask, my children." "Leave it mommy. Don't keep on being a child, daddy also wants to continue to be noticed like that." "Here, pay attention dear." "Angh ... oh .. God." The tempo is accelerating. Beep, the meeting of the two tools of each opponent. Getting stronger, and making me scream more comfort.

After several times I fucked her hard, she is getting used to it, and now, with how gentle I am right now, she won't be able to orgasm by it. "Please, Daddy." "Please, what, sweetheart?" I grin. "Please fuck me harder, Daddy." "Not yet, sweetheart; I want to go slowly. How are you feeling right now? Does it feel good to be fucked with a butt plug inside?" I ask. "It-It's good, Daddy." "Dirty little wife," I whisper in her ear. I feel her cunt clamp tightly when I say that. "You are a dirty little slut. Say it, sweetheart, then I will fuck you harder until you can't take it anymore." I continue.

I wanted to stand up and run away, I was getting bothered and suffocated with him for even riling me up at all. “Why? Because you don't call me daddy?” I swallowed. What the hell? “You only listen to your daddy?” He continued. I glared at him. Again, his eyes darkened to a perfect black. I understood the double meaning quite well. “Yes, I only listen to my father.” “Millie, behave.” Dad warned sternly, so oblivious to the crazy situation going on right in front of him. This man wanted something but I certainly don't have it, or maybe I was just imagining things?

he asks. “Yes, daddy. I am ready. Spank me good,” I say. Daddy smacks my bare bottom. He is still pressing his cock against me. He pushes himself so close I can feel his hard cock trying to find its way into my juicy hot hole. He smacks my bottom again. “Such a good little taking her punishment,” he says. “Yes, daddy. I have to learn to be good. Keep spanking me,” I say. This excites my daddy. He presses his hard tip just inside me. I can feel the head of his cock trying to get further into me. He smacks me again. “Thank you, daddy,” I say to him.

I can feel my dada;’s hateful gaze on me and I return mine as well. To say that we have no love lost on our fathers is an understatement. They are old crooks driven by greed, power, and blood in all ways they see fit and they have made sure to tag us along to every one of them. They have molded us to be hard unmerciful men who crush first and then ask questions later.