Harder Daddy Meaning Novels & Stories

She sat up pulling the duvet over her lap . “ What was the meaning of what you displayed downstairs to your step mother ? ” he asked calmly but Isabella heard the tone of anger in his voice “She is not my step mother for crying out loud Dad . How many times do we have to talk about it ? ” Isabella replies in a calm although pissed off she won't resort to yelling at her Dad . “ She is my wife Isa and I do not understand why it is hard for you to accord her respect .” “ Dad, I can not and will not do that . You breached that aspect of me so why should I do that now all because of your wife ?.

So I swallow hard and try to construct a sentence before his aggression escalates. "Yes daddy", I say and I watch him soften. That did something to pacify him. By just a little though, his facials ease, but his rod that's poking my entrance mercilessly and threatening to go in without remorse is still very hard. "Good girl, I'll give you your answer in a sec", he says as he goes all in. I was expecting that, but I still can't hold my scream back as I remove the hands I was asked to lay on and raise my shoulders so I can push him back.

I was the PREDATOR, and she was my PREY. Father wants us to have her sexually, and I'm pleased with that even though I'm still against the matrimony pact. “…I and my son wanna have you, you will be our nooky PLAYTHING and nothing else!" My father asserted, his face stern and indifferent. It was a bolt out of the blue for Gabrielle as she widely gasped, shrinking!

“Harder, Daddy!” I must be crazy to say it, and I moan as he slams his dick in and out. I’m making squelchy noises, and I can smell it, sex. Daddy is sweaty and I am too, his hair is clammy as I touch it, and his lips are salty as they press to mine. He grunts, in a rhythm, and his balls slap my flesh, his dick so deep and my pussy so sore. I can’t stop smiling. I’m not a virgin anymore.

"You feel like I'm never going to want to stop." "Then don't stop," I gasp. "Don't ever stop..." His hands find my hips and he drives in harder. The desk shifts and I grab it and brace and take every stroke, pushing back for more and his breathing goes ragged as his rhythm builds into something harder and more urgent and less controlled. "Yes!" I cry. "Yes, Daddy, harder, please..." "You want it harder, baby girl?" He drives in to prove the point and I cry out. "Like that?"

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 feels so good… so deep. Your cock is hitting me so hard. Please don’t stop. Fuck me harder, Daddy. I want to feel you all the way inside.” He groaned and leaned down, kissing me hard again while he pounded into me. His hips snapped forward faster, the force of it making my breasts bounce and my whole body jolt with every thrust. “God, your pussy feels incredible,” he said against my lips, his breath hot. “So fucking tight and wet. You’re dripping down my cock, making such a mess. I love how you take it, little dove. Tell me you love Daddy’s cock in your pussy.” “I love it, Daddy,” I moaned, my voice high and needy. “I love your cock in my pussy. It feels so full and good. Please fuck me

“Hard—” “Oh My Fucking God, Daddy.” I cried out at the sensation of it all, the way his gaze burned into my own, the way his hips rolled, determined to ruin me and the way his fingers choked me just right. “I’m gonna make you cum so fucking hard for me, you’re gonna forget your own fucking name.” He slammed harder into me. I couldn’t fucking breathe. I was close, the tension built fast in my stomach. He noticed. “You gonna cum for me baby?”

“I-I’m so close.” “I missed the part where that’s my problem.” Addison doesn’t know whether she wants to cry or scream. “Please… Please, daddy … I-I’ll do anything...” Just like every other time when Addison addresses Javan as ‘daddy’, the man seems to get weak. “Aw… My poor baby. Are you that desperate to cum?” Blushing a little, Addison nods. She sighs in relief when Javan flashes her a soft smile. “Then I guess I'll have to do something about that."

He always emphasizes the fact that time is money. Things weren't this hectic when Old Mr Hardin was here. Asher Hardin wanted to do something entirely different from his father. The meetings we had were very stressful too since he always argued with his father's old employees who believed in upholding his father's legacy. He had shouted at them once that if they do not like his methods they are very free to leave but without any severance payment from ‘HIS' company. Emphasis on the ‘his'. That had shut them up for awhile. As I sat in my favorite place; the kitchen couch during lunch, I couldn't help but think of my sister Elle.