Harder Daddy Meaning Novels & Stories

"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.

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.

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.

My breath catches. “For you,” he adds quietly. Silence falls between us…..heavy, painful, and real. “And if he fought this hard to survive until now…” my daddy continues, his voice softer than I’ve ever heard it, “…then he’s not giving up in there.” I look up at my daddy in genuine appreciation. My daddy doesn’t sound like a mafia lord. He sounds like a father trying to hold his daughter together. I close my eyes, holding onto his words like they’re the only thing keeping me breathing.

It is intoxicating. "Fuck. Fuck. P-pleaseee...hard-derrr... Stephane...daddy...fuck.." I whimper gibberish that doesn't make any sense whatsoever as he pounds into me from behind, I get the weird sensation of my brain being scrambled by his thick cock pulsating untiringly inside me. Deep and impossibly hard.

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? Well, that meeting ended great. Whatever.

“Thank you, Daddy… you make me cum so hard with your tongue.” He finally pulled back, his face shiny with my juices. He climbed over me, lined up his massive cock, and slammed into my dripping pussy in one powerful thrust, burying every thick inch balls-deep. “Fuck me, Daddy,” I gasped. “Harder… please fuck me harder. I need your big cock stretching me deep.” “Harder… yes,” he groaned, starting to pound me. “Oh there… right fucking there, princess.” “Yes, Daddy! Right there… oh fuck, you’re so deep inside me,” I moaned, my legs wrapping tightly around his waist. “Faster… please fuck me faster. I love how you fill my tight pussy. Don’t stop, Daddy. Use me.”

Already, I feel him start to grow a little stiffer again, between us. I arch my hips up to grind against him and grin, daring. “Is that all you’ve got, Daddy?” His eyes light up at that, fiery hot. “Oh, just you wait, you dirty little mama…”

"Uh!" He kept thrusting in and out spreading my legs wider. "Uh.." "You feel so good" He thrusted deeper. Harder. Deeper. Faster. He wrapped his hands with mine, giving me hard strokes. Oh God! "Fuck!" "East...." "Who's your daddy?" "Y....you" "Say it" "You" "Call me that" "Daddy" "Fuck!" He bring my legs up, placing them on his shoulders as he gave me hard and fast strokes.