Harder Daddy Novels & Stories

“I need it, Jax. I’m so fucking horny I can’t think straight.” He smirked. “From now on, you call me Daddy when my cock is inside you.” He didn’t wait for an answer. Jax spun her around, and shoved her forward against the marble kitchen counter, and yanked her yoga pants and soaked thong down in one rough motion. Her bare ass and dripping pussy were exposed to the cool air. “Fuck… look at that married cunt,” he groaned, running two thick fingers up her clit. She was drenched. “Already dripping for another man’s cock. What a dirty little slut.”

I grunted feeling the fullness in my stomach and I flinched when I felt the poke on my poleste. I'm gonna cum! N-no I can't! “Ahhh! Daddy!” I moaned instead, turning the remote to the highest. Kai gasped, his tongue sticking out, his eyes rolled back as his body arched up. Daddy slammed deep inside, my legs trembled and my toes curled. My tongue stuck out as I swayed on Kai's chest from the force of Daddy's slam. “P-please!” Kai yelped. Daddy grabbed my hair pinning me down as his pace quickened. “I- I can't take it! E-easy!”

he growled, wrapping one strong hand around her throat. “Letting that worthless boy cum inside your greedy cunt in the orchard like a cheap slut. Sucking my cock on your knees while your mother was nearby. And now here you are, tied up and begging for your stepfather’s dick. Say it. Tell Daddy what you are.” “I’m… I’m your filthy little whore,” Daphne gasped, voice strained by his grip on her throat. “Please fuck me, Daddy.” Jeremy aligned the fat, leaking head of his cock with her soaked entrance and pushed forward. The stretch was immediate and intense.

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!

"I'm your stepmommy." Zanéh scrunched up her face further like the last word was a pungent smell in her nose. She eyed the lady up and down and settled back on her face. "You're white." Murda slowly rose back to her feet, dusting at her knees. It was obvious she didn't know what reply to give to that. Kiersey saw this as her cue to step in. "I take it you didn't know before? " Zanéh shrugged nonchalantly, popping at her gum. "I don't know, I just assumed Daddy . . . where's my daddy?" She glanced about with question, before settling back on Murda's face with an expression that could be likened to accusal.

" Mommy, if daddy was here, you would not have to work hard." Cheng liyue was taken aback. How did this little fellow come up with such a notion?. " Mommy really like this job!!! I don't think this job is hard at all. Cheng liyue said with a smile. However, the little boy had listened in on their conversation just now. The well-desssed women was bullying his mommy, which had caused him feel anger and hatred. " But, if only daddy was here, Besides you to protect you, wouldn't that be nice.

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.

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.

I gently reminded him as I settled into the passenger seat of his car. "Don't remind me. I wish I could freeze you at seventeen forever, just to keep you close," he teased, his voice tinged with a hint of wistfulness that made me chuckle. "I'll always be close to you, Dad," I reassured him, reaching over to squeeze his hand affectionately. "So, how have things been going? Have you found a girlfriend and been too scared to tell me?" I quipped, prompting an immediate objection from him. "I've been so busy lately working for Ortega Financial Group that I haven't had time to even think about finding someone for myself," my father offered as an excuse, though I could not help but detect a hint of

Until a few seconds later, "Are you that fond of Daddy?" The four-year-old boy was silent for a while. Then he answered, "I love you and Daddy. Don't tell me to choose?" "Forget it, sweetie. I'm just curious. It's okay. Later I'll try to get Daddy to meet you again." "Daddy?" "Yes, Adrian, the real your daddy, not the current one," Lily said with a smile. She then kissed the top of her son's head repeatedly. "Be strong, son. We still have a lot to go through until I can see you grow up."