Harder Daddy Novels & Stories

“Maybe he is being protective you know with my momma and all. Your daddy is looking after us you know how sweet and kind he is.” He snorts, “did you just call my daddy sweet? Fuck me, Harps that is hilarious. My daddy ain’t sweet. He’s a mean ass biker.” “Yeah right, your daddy has a sweet side and besides he raised you good and proper.” The douchebag leaves some money on the table and strides towards the door with his face put out. Good - the dickhead. Levy comes towards the counter and takes a seat next to Dylan. “You okay, Harper?” Concern floods his warm eyes as he looks at me. I wish he wouldn’t look at me like that, it’s making me weak at the knees and making my panties get wet and I’m

he said. “I was a little busy dad please can you at least just send 300$ so I can hold up?” she begged her dad as he listened to her and let out a sigh. “Alright Leo I will try” she stared at her shoes for a moment knowing when he said he will try he just might take two more months before sending. “I am a little busy dad, I will call you back, love you” she said as she dropped the call. She sent her hands into her joggers and there it was her last 20$ staring right back at her as she walked into the room to listen to Ethan Rays who could wipe his butt with 20$ and not feel a pain.

"Harder... harder... please..." "Beg louder," he commanded, his movements becoming more violent and desperate. "Tell me you're just a hole for me to ruin. Tell me you want me to use you until you're nothing." "Use me!" I screamed, the world blurring. "Ruin me, Daddy. Ruin me for anyone else... please!" "Good girl. You're made for my cock, baby." The slapping of skin against skin was going faster and louder. "Fuck! Oh fuck! Oh Daddy, I'm almost there!" I screamed and I felt his hold on my throat tightened until I couldn't breathe.

"Why did you choose an old man like my father? He’s a cold man, Elara. He sees women as assets or trophies. You have such potential... you should be beside a man who appreciates your fire, not one who just adds you to a collection." "Your father appreciates me more than you ever have anyone, Adrian," I snapped. "Is that so?" Adrian reached across the table and caught my hand. I wanted to recoil, but I forced myself to remain still, refusing to show weakness. "My father is possessive, but he never truly gives his heart. You’re just a tool for him to destroy me. Why don't we work together? I can give you what he can’t." In that exact moment, a massive dark shadow loomed over our table. A famil

I slowly moved in the rest of my finger and started moving it in and out. “More, Daddy. Faster, harder, please.” I paused and let the words sink in. It was like a dream come true. If that’s what my boy wanted, that’s what I’d give him then. “More, huh?” I snarled. “One finger isn’t enough for you? You want more? You’ll get more. Fucking greedy whore.” I removed one finger and then pushed back inside with two. Brad moaned long and low. “You like that, don’t you? You want Daddy to be rough with you? Treat you like a fucking filthy slut? Bruise your little hole?”

"Harder, Daddy! Fuck me like you mean it. Am I a better fuck than Mom? Huh? Does her pussy feel this tight?" He growled, his pace quickening, one hand reaching around to pinch my nipple through the shirt. "Fuck yes, you're better, so much tighter and wetter. My stepdaughter's slutty little hole is perfect." The dirty words fueled me, lighting my body on fire. "Tell me how it feels, Daddy, fucking your wife's precious daughter right here in her kitchen, stretching my naughty cunt with that big daddy cock." "Feels fucking incredible," he grunted, slamming deeper and hitting that spot that made stars burst behind my eyes. "You're mine now, Mia. All mine to ruin."

'Daddy's ruining that tight cunt. Stepdad leaned down, capturing my mouth in a rough kiss, tongue invading as he hammered into me. 'Feel that, baby? Daddy's cock splitting you open. You're clenching so hard—such a greedy hole.' He pulled back, flipping me onto my stomach without withdrawing, then yanked my hips up for doggy style. His hand cracked against my ass, the sting blooming hot. 'Scream for me. Let the boys hear how good it feels.'

“Fuck, you’re gripping me so good. That’s it, relax for Daddy.” He started moving, slow deep strokes at first, pulling almost all the way out before sliding back in. Every thrust made me moan louder. My cock rubbed against the couch with each movement, leaking all over the leather. The denial in my head got quieter as pleasure took over. “Harder,” I whispered at first, then louder. “Please… fuck me harder.” Johnson chuckled darkly and slammed in deeper. “Say it right. Call me Daddy like you need it.” “Daddy… please… fuck me harder!” I begged, my voice breaking as he started pounding me for real.

He had this day all planned out before his father knocked on his door and ruined all of his plans. “Sorry son,” he’d said, smiling apologetically, “I need a bit of help today. It shouldn’t take too long, I just need you to pop round to one of my clients and check on a few things.” “But Dad,” Tom had replied, his heart sinking, “I had plans for today.” “You can see Stacey later, Tom. This is important.” Tom sighed. “Sure thing, dad. I’ll get right on it.”

I had Jake still between my lips when I managed to say, “Mmmmmm… Daddy, you ready to go again?” He pushed the rest of the way in. I squealed around Jake’s cock. “Oh my goodness, Daddy! That’s a definite yes! O gawd you feel so big… yesss Daddy, give it to me… Oooo yess fuck me hard… YESS! Fuck your little slut, Daddy!!” Jake started getting close again fast. “I’m gonna come—oh yes, I’m coming—”