Harder Daddy Meaning Novels & Stories

At this moment, there was nothing but us and the pleasure we both sought. "Harder," I moaned against his lips. "Please, Daddy, fuck me harder." I was near, so damn near to my release. Obliging, he slammed into me so hard that I lost my breath. “You. Are. My. Girl. Daddy’s girl. Now. Come. For. Daddy.” His cock hit the end of me repeatedly with each word, but the pain of it only made me burn hotter. There was nothing sweet about this, just sinful and downright filthy sex.

"Daddy... Ah..." "How is it? Feels good, ugh?" "Yes! Yes! Feels so... So fucking good daddy... Please let me come on your cock, daddy. Please!" I begged and he resumed spanking my ass. "Harder. Faster." He ordered, slapping my ass with each word he uttered. "Yes! Yes! I will... I will ride daddy's cock ha... Harder!" I rode with all the strength I had in me, all the horniness I had in me.

I pleaded shamelessly, knowing I shouldn't be giving in to the feeling so easily, but I couldn't hold back. He flipped me so fast, pressing my hard nipples against the cold wall through my light blouse and landed a hard smack on my ass. I winced and moaned. “Call me daddy,” he ordered. “Daddy,” I whispered. “Good girl,” he groaned. I was enjoying every bit of it, forgetting he was my father's best friend and the boundaries that are meant to hold us back. In that moment, I just wanted more. He landed another smack on my ass and this time it was harder.

Hardin yelled, casting a hateful glance at Jules Jules shivered slightly at his tone of voice. "This one is not going to be an easy one," she thought. "Hardin, how dare you say such things about my wife, you had better behave yourself," Mr.Harper scolded. "Dad, you don't have to worry about Hardin, he's still a child, and wouldn't understand. As long as you are happy, I don't have a problem with it, and I'm sure chubby(Harley) doesn't too," Harris muttered.

“Why are you hard?” His finger traces my moist folds, lightly brushing my clit with every circle. All he says is, “You make me hard.” “I don’t mean to,” I lie. Daddy growls as his cock presses into my thigh and his hand travels over my ass cheeks. I feel his body tense even more. “You want me to be your first time, little girl? Do you know how wrong that is?” “Show me, Daddy. Please.” He twists the soft flesh of my ass in his hand until I’m squealing. I clutch the counter, bent under his hard bulk.

“Hold on son, we need to talk “ will said placing his cup of tea down as he looked up at his ok “ dad , I know why you are really going to talk about , but now is not the best time to do that please !” Hardy said standing at the strait case , looking at his dad , vehemently, “ no time is the best time don I really think we should talk about this , now !” Hardy sighed !!, his father wasn’t the type to give up , neither will he give up easily

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.