Novel & Cerita Harry Styles Daddy Kink

If there was one thing he had always loved about his father, it was the manner at which he held himself; with uttermost grace and this was why he was his role model. He was about leaving for his study room when Abbie stepped into the house, looking all gloomy. Ever since her mother made her see things from another perspective, she had been particularly worried that having a baby for Harry would not count as something important to him. "Get yourself ready, tomorrow is my family's anniversary. I have booked a session with your stylist and she would get you dressed in the most appropriate manner." Harry stated. He had seen the look on Abbie's face, but chose to totally ignore it as this was lea

Something genuine. "You really think you can handle that kind of responsibility?" I asked, crossing my arms over my chest. "Being a Daddy isn't exactly easy, you know. It isn't just about power or control. It's about taking care of someone else, ensuring they're safe and trust you. You can punish them when you get upset like with your slaves." Dom didn't hesitate. "We know. That's why we want to start with Mag. We thought maybe we could make him our slave, show you we're serious. Help you show him what he needs to see before turning him back into the world?"

This is my gift for becoming one of his son’s whore. I got to work taking off my clothes, Daddy moved closer to me, he did not have his shirt on, I pressed my hands on his abs tracing lines on them. He turned me over, pushed my ass firmly on the part of his pants where his cock was. I breathed in sharply as I felt his cock on my ass. His big hard veiny cock. “On your knees Yara.” Daddy said, his voice was thicker than normal. He fucking wants me yayyy. I obliged. I went on my knees, stretched my hands backwards as I wanted for my hands to be cuffed. Daddy does not like how much of a disturbance my hands can be.

Kept me right on the edge. “Please,” I gasped. Voice breaking. “Please breed me, Daddy.” He thrust deep again. Buried. Held still. “Beg properly.” “Please breed me, Daddy. Fill me up. Put a baby in me. Make me yours. I need it. Please.” He groaned. Thrust harder. Deeper. Hand tightening on my throat. Just enough pressure to make my head swim. Fingers rubbing my clit. Fast. Relentless. I came. Hard. Back arching. Screaming into his shoulder. Pussy clamping down. Squirting around his cock. Wetness soaking the sheets. Legs shaking violently.

My dad's voice calling for someone to bring more napkins. "They're cutting your dad's cake soon," Grayson whispers, his cock dragging against my g-spot with every slow thrust. "Think you can cum before we have to go watch him blow out his candles? Cum on his best friend's cock and then go smile for photos with my load dripping down your legs?" "Yes—fuck—please, Daddy, make me cum—" "Touch yourself." He adjusts his grip on my thighs. "Rub that pretty clit while I fuck you. Show me how you made yourself cum that night, thinking about watching me."

Harry notices this and flashes her a mischievous smile “ Do not cum yet Anne , hold it for Daddy .” He responded to the heavy breathing Anne who nods her head like an obedient child would do . He takes off the white towel wrapped around his waist , his dick fully erect and reading for action . He takes a step closet to Anne whose breathe was shaky seeing his size . It was not a new thing seeing his size only that she never got used to it. Harry smiles shyly , he gestures at her to leap which she did . She wrapped her legs around his waist while he leans on the table for support . He introduces his rod into her warm wet cunt .

"What do you think, Mr. Langley?" "As the one in charge of the pack's finances, we can review the funds allocated for this quarter and determine whether there's any surplus to..." my father begins, reading through the documents he brought from home. I look back at Harry pleadingly. My father is sitting right beside us. If Harry keeps touching me like this, I won't be able to... Ignoring my pleading look, Harry pretends to listen to my father's words as he moves my underwear aside to reach my pussy, gently caressing me as I instantly grow wet beneath his touch.

So close, I could feel his breath hit my shoulder. My heartbeat sped up, and I felt a mixture of nervousness and a weird kind of excitement at his closeness. He put a hand on my hip and leaned close to my ear. "Ginny, I’m a man with needs.” I turned my head slightly in his direction. “And yes, I’m your Daddy because I married your ma when you was young. But we both know I’m not your real Daddy, right?” His fingers trailed down my leg as he gathered my slip with his fingers, drawing it up, inch by inch.

A kinda dick I had always wished for. He lifted my skirt with his other hand, and slowly he went on his knees. Dragging me forward. Slowly, his hands pushed forward between my clits. My thigh throbbing. The heat and warmth from his hands made my eyes rolled inside my head. I sank my right hand fingers into his hair. Loosening the ponytail letting his long hair fall. That golden blonde that made him more handsome than ever. He thrusted his fingers inside my folds. I could feel him in my core. Making my eyes roll from ecstasy. A wave of euphoria washed over me.

Harry said, pulling his big dick out and fisting it roughly. His other hand slipped between her thighs to spread her dripping pussy lips wide. "Are you sure you can wait, daddy?" she teased with a coy pout. "Your baby girl wants daddy's fat cock to pound her sloppy, cum filled cunt right in mommy's favourite seat." The words caught him off guard. His brain short circuited. Two thick fingers plunged straight into her warm, greedy little pussy. Slick with their combined sex juices, her cunt swallowed them eagerly. "What the fuck is wrong with you? I'm about to ruin your tight hole and you're talking about your mother?" Harry chastised her, enjoying the feel of her pussy tightening and pulsing