Harder Daddy Meaning Novels & Stories

He asked for the twin to shake their head. “Good. You both are five already, focus on bringing awards home to Daddy ok” he said pecking their heads. “Continue playing, once it’s time, Felony will dress you both up,” he said for his kids to nod and they ran away. Harden sighs as his mother is hellbent on destroying his life. He would have put her in her place but sometimes he looked back on how she fought to make him have what is rightful his, he knows she deserves all credit but now she’s making him angry at her.

- Hard said as if he gave my father a hard time. It intrigued me how he managed to bring out qualities I didn't even have. Hard tried to silence my father's arrogance, and it made me question why he was doing this. One of my father's friends arrived at the bar, he got up from the table going to greet him, apologizing and saying that he would be back, but he looked at me as if hearing my qualities disgusted him: - what are you doing? - he said to Hard in a surprised tone, questioning him about what had changed.

We never actually realized how angry Daddy was. “Ok, man, I get it. You’re their 'daddy'.” – The man said, using his fingers in air quotes, when he emphasized the word 'daddy'. The man laughed, as daddy looked at him: “They’re my daughters, you sick fuck!” -He barked.

The smile slides right off his face at my words. “You’d rather have real me anyway, huh, J? You want the bloodthirsty hellhound with blood dripping from his jaws without an ounce of remorse over his kills?” A snarl pulls at my lips at his words. “You think I can’t handle you, Hound?” My hands slam against the wall on either side of his head. “No,” he deadpans, and my nostrils flare in anger. “What?” I growl. “I didn’t say that, Daddy.” My eyes blow wide at his word. That one word changed everything. Daddy. He is being a brat on purpose. He wants to be punished. Fine.

“I got her knocked up. That's why I am still with her. She was carrying you. She couldn't dance naked when her ass got fat and her belly stuck out. That's when we came up here. I wanted to get far away from my family. I don't know what the hell she wanted, but she came with me anyways. I worked all the time and we saved the money. That's how I could afford to buy the motel. I quit working last year to focus on it. But she acts like I ain't worth nothing. Like I never worked a day in my life.” “Mommy just doesn't understand how hard it is to be a man, Daddy.” Nate tells him, laying a small hand on the man's arm. “You are gosh damn right she doesn't, son.” Dave slides his half empty beer bottl

"Daddy. " "What did you say?" " Yes Daddy. " "What did you say again?" " Yes daddy!!!" "What the hell do you want?" " I want you to f*** me harder." "How hard do you want me to f*** you?" " I want you to f*** me harder balls deep. " She groaned as he returned his tight grip around her throat now slamming harder than ever into her not caring how heavy the amount of pressure is going to weigh on her. "Oh fuck " She whispered and arched her back continuously against the table while his grip on her throat tightened the more as he increased his pace ramming her hard and mercilessly than ever before intent on granting her the destructive pleasure He's aching to give to her.

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!”

I was so glad for it. "Damn," Daddy groaned. "That's good." "So good," growled Grandfather. "I want a piece of that young ass. You want to enjoy her pussy, son?" "Yeah," said Daddy. He ripped out of my mouth and sank onto the floor. His dick thrust out before him. He grabbed It and shook it.

I whispered playfully pulling his hair. He smirked kissing me hard. "Only for you little one. Only ever for you." His pace quickened and I met him thrust for thrust. "Fuck me harder” I said. "Show me how bad you are for me daddy." "Like this?" he asked slamming into me. "You want it rough?" "Yes!" I cried. "Don't hold back daddy." He didn't pounding into me relentlessly our bodies slick and frantic. "Your pussy is mine," he growled. "All mine."

he said and I melted a little. I am Daddy's good girl. "It's so hard, Daddy," I said. "That's--Mmm--that's how you know you're d-doing a good job, baby. Keep... keep going..." he said between groans as he released my hand. I maneuvered closer to him so I could have a better angle and continued stroking his cock. It had grown so hard and big in my hand I couldn't believe it. every flex made it harder. It felt like a baseball bat as I pumped him. The faster I went the more I could see my daddy pant and struggle not to groan so I jacked him quicker.