Harder Daddy Novels & Stories

The large one. "What?" My father stood up, the chair falling behind him at the force he used to unfold his height. "Sit down, Henry!" Alpha Caden said, his expression serene and stern at the same time. My father did just that. No one could deny the Alpha's command. I am starting to think he relishes on seeing people do as he said because he has the fucking tilte. monster!

He spanked me twice in a row, fast and hard. "Yes!" "You know how much of a little tease you have been, right? Calling me daddy, knowing well enough how much that shit turns me on. Touching yourself and kissing me out of the blues. You just want to be slutted out! And don't fucking lie to me, you want to be fucked. You are not here, naked and moaning because you just want me to prove that you are not insensitive! You are here because you want daddy to fuck you, is that right?" With every word he was saying, he was spanking me harder and faster and I was on the edge already. I was going to cum so hard from being spanked.

Charlotte's POV The moment my fingers touched my cheek, tears started rolling down. In my last life, even if I caused big trouble, Layson would just pat my head and pretend to scold me. But now, he had actually slapped me. My werewolf blood gave me faster regenerative powers than most humans, but it didn't ease the pain on my face. This wasn't just physical pain—it felt like a blade striking at my soul. That night, when I went back to my room, I got word that my documents were ready. I called my father. "Dad, could you book me a train ticket for tomorrow night? I want to leave as soon as possible."

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.

His voice, for some reason, was much harder than usual. We’d been live-streaming the whole play… could he possibly have seen everything that happened? “Hey, Dad. Um…..I wanted to ask you a few questions.” I said, my phone on speaker. “Why? You’re there with your real fucking family, right?” He said, his tone much harder and filled with venom. I paused for a moment, staring at the speaker in disbelief. ‘Dad-“

All of a sudden, it felt like his cock got thicker, longer and harder, if that was possible. He had not fucked me so hard, at least not since we were first started dating. He was on a mission to give me the fucking of my life. I kept it on by repeating “please daddy, please...fuck me, fuck me harder!” over and over again as he gave me the pounding of my life. The intensity of what was happening soon had him coming in buckets. When we were done, my cunt was dripping with so much of his cum.

"If you do not shut that mouth, you will take her place. And I will not show you mercy." I dug my nails into his hard hand. Even drunk, he was dangerously strong. "Since when have you ever shown mercy, you perfect father? You are not even worthy of being called dad." He shoved my body hard against the hall table. When my stomach slammed into its edge, pain shot through me and a broken groan escaped my throat. "Bring me money from the bottom of the ocean. And if you have to sell that cheap body of yours to any man you find on the way, I do not care."

“We haven't even had the babies yet and you're already arguing about toys.” “They'll need options.” “They won't know what options are.” “They'll learn.” He shakes his head, smiling. The house feels different now and even with how the men treat me. The way they both look up whenever I enter a room. The way someone notices when I've been standing too long. The way concern has slowly stopped feeling like fear and started feeling like care. At night, we often end up together in bed, talking long after we should be asleep. Sometimes nobody says much at all. Sometimes one of them rests a hand over my stomach and we simply lie there.

“Thank you, Daddy… you make me cum so hard with your tongue.” He finally pulled back, his face shiny with my juices. He climbed over me, lined up his massive cock, and slammed into my dripping pussy in one powerful thrust, burying every thick inch balls-deep. “Fuck me, Daddy,” I gasped. “Harder… please fuck me harder. I need your big cock stretching me deep.” “Harder… yes,” he groaned, starting to pound me. “Oh there… right fucking there, princess.” “Yes, Daddy! Right there… oh fuck, you’re so deep inside me,” I moaned, my legs wrapping tightly around his waist. “Faster… please fuck me faster. I love how you fill my tight pussy. Don’t stop, Daddy. Use me.”

He drove us home. He dropped me onto the bed. A wide grin appeared across his lips. He quickly undressed himself, I watched as his dick fell out of his underwear. That big guy was making me smile in my head. " You did a great job by making sure we weren't caught." He breathed, Crawling into the bed, he leaned forward landing his soft lips against mine. I felt a tiny shock wave rushed down my spine, a wave of adrenaline surged through me. "Appreciate me, daddy." I moaned, breaking the kiss.