Harder Daddy Meaning Novels & Stories

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

“I’ll try to be gentle, okay?” I shake my head. “Don’t be gentle, Daddy,” I whisper, pressing my palms against the floor, already anticipating the pleasure to come. “The babies will be fine, so fuck me. HARD!”

“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?”

Was this an indication that his father was intending to abandon him? He refused to believe that his father would be so heartless to abandon him. Hardy was a talented person and his father used to be very proud of him. He had let his guard down and William had successfully lured him into a trap. Hardy could still make a comeback and hence, his father should not give up on him! Hardy controlled himself and humbly told the lawyer, "Can you please help to tell my dad that I would like to see him? I have something very important to discuss with him. I hope that you could persuade him to pay me a visit."

“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."

I could hold her right arm and insert my dick forcefully and that was the best style if you want a deep access into the hole. Her breasts were still fixed to her chest while her hands and ass moved roughly as I dealt with her pothole. "Do you want daddy to go harder?" I asked, after a few hours of the new sex session. While I expected her to relent and give up since I'd been going harder on her, she actually relented. "I want to be released. I'm tired." She said, hee face scrunched but the expression only read FUCK HARDER DADDY to me.

his thrust was a mixture of slow and hard and with each thrust he hits hard on the cervix, sending flying sparkles into her body. Her nails dug into his skin and she moaned out breathlessly. "Oh, daddy... I love when you Fuck me so hard." "Like this?" Dante pulled mid-way out and slammed into her harder than before! "Yes!" Her breath broke as sob my sob wrecked through her throat. "Oh sunshine....missionary with you feels so good like I love it when your eyeballs are lost in your white eyes. Fuck" his nails on her hips tightened and he fucked her hard the feel amplifying.

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.

Even Aunt Mary, who was usually the most vocal in her opposition, didn't dare make a countermove against Hardin. Dad had raised his hand to hit Hardin, but my brother was much more alert. As a child, Dad could manage Hardin with a punch, but not anymore. Hardin isn't a little boy who just obeys. In fact, he's much bigger than Dad. And Hardin doesn't hesitate to fight back against people who trample on his pride.