Novel & Cerita Harry Styles Daddy Kink

he asked daddy. "Her cunt is for my cock's pleasure alone," daddy smiled whilst still holding my skirt up for the gathered men to see my pussy. "But if anyone wants a taste, I'll let you have some of that mixed cum that's flowing out of her cunt right now." A few of the men came up and ran their fingers through my slit and daddy hugged me and squeezed my tits. Another man got daddy's attention. "I understand that you want to keep her cunt to yourself," he said. "But seeing you two has got me so horny. How about letting me get my cock sucked by her?"

I wasn't surprised when she sucked on my forefinger, “Patience, doll. We have three more days in Greece to ourselves.” “But I want you to fill up my mouth with your cum, Roman and after that, I want you to fuck me so hard that my legs will tremble whenever I think of you. I want you inside me, daddy.” As she said the last statement, her voice quieted down to a sultry whisper. All my life, I never knew I had a daddy kink, and I'd always thought people that were into it were nothing but weirdos but I couldn't believe how badly turned on I was at that moment.

Then she started moving her hand down to my belt but I grabbed her hand gently. “No, Harper. You are just getting better,” I said. She shook her head. “I want you, Daddy. I need you now.” I couldn't resist her. I gave in. I carried her back to the bed, took off her clothes slowly and spread her legs and ate her pussy. “Don't you ever run from daddy again.” I grunted, lifting my head to look at her. “D…daddy…” she screamed, holding my head to eat her more deeply. I licked her slowly at first, then faster, sucking her clit until she moaned loudly. I moved up and sucked her breasts brutally. I bit and licked them hard.

I contemplate whether or not to do it, but Harry’s eyes on me are trusting. I grip both sides of his head, grunting, as I push his boundary in ways that will horrify anyone else, but Harry trusts me with his darkness. One, two, three. Thrusts after thrusts. I own his throat. The sounds he produces are like something ripped from Pornhub. His chin is sullied. Eyes bloodshot. On his knees, hands cuffed behind him, with my custom-made dildo pistoning inside his ass.

He turned back and kicked Joyce sharply. "What are you standing there for? Get on your knees and apologize to Henry!" Joyce froze. What did her father say? She was the precious daughter of the Foster family, born with a silver spoon and raised with privilege. Since when had she been disgraced like this? "I'm your daughter! How could you tell me to kneel to him?" "It's precisely because you're my daughter!" Terrence roared. "Henry's your fiancé, and you work together with an outsider to mistreat him? Who else are you going to kneel to, this fake 'daddy' of yours?!"

I gripped the leather texture of the bed, my whole body bouncing forward, legs pulled apart and dangling in the air vigorously at every following thrust. "Don't dare cum until Daddie says so!" He reprimanded, gathering a handful of my hair, pulling it backwards as he spanked me further, pummeling my inside harder and faster, it was like he noticed the friction that gathered around my core and wanted to burst out. "Please... Dadd... Daddie... let me cum!!! Ah... yes... oh...ah" I cried out crazily as he fucked me senseless until I couldn't take it anymore, I instinctively rose my butt upward more, letting my squirting poured out freely. Shockingly, he quickly hunched down to have a lick. "Hmm

We stayed joined against the counter until our breathing slowed, and then he eased out, and the warm slide of his come leaking onto the tile made my stomach tighten with filthy satisfaction. That same night, after my mother had returned and gone to bed, he came to my room again in the dark. The visit was quieter and more desperate, the risk of her waking only a few doors away making every thrust sharper. He pushed into me from behind while I stayed on my side and the slow deep strokes built until I came with my face pressed into the pillow to muffle the sounds. He filled me again and then stayed inside me until his cock softened, and only then did he ease out and leave me with the evidence o

Reagan calls sexily, he leans down to me and hungrily bestows kisses on my neck while I deeply groan in hesitant. Through his shoulders, I saw Hidalgo's cold eyes on me, they were dark and overpowering and I felt these unexplainable feelings in me. For a second, his eyes were on my full rosy lips, and then, he’d averted his gaze to somewhere in the room. “...won't you call me daddy, my pretty plaything?” Mr. Reagan chuckles into my ear, but inwardly he was powerfully demanding. “D-daddy!” I gasped for air, trembling in the torture chair as he was now aggressively touching me.

“Now, tell me your plans for today. And don’t forget to call me Sir when we’re alone.” I try to steady my breathing. “I planned to sketch by the lake this morning, Sir. Then maybe swim later.” “Excellent. Wear another short dress with nothing underneath when you go outside. I want easy access whenever I decide to check on my new toy.” He reaches out and tucks a strand of hair behind my ear. “And Harper?” “Yes, Sir?” His eyes lock onto mine with dark promise. “If I catch you touching yourself without permission, the punishment will be memorable. Now finish your coffee and get to work. Daddy has calls to make… but I’ll be watching.”

My grip on the table tightened as I rolled my hips harshly wanting to cum desperately. “Look at that,” Daddy urged, pulling my hair back. “Your juices are all over the chair, the whole place smells like your slutty cunt. You like that, don't you?” Oh, I did. I did. I loved the smell of my arousal in the air. I loved what he was doing to me. Teasing me, making my thighs tremble with need. “Bounce, slut, bounce that ass. Ride the fucking chair, my pet,” He ordered, standing upright with his finger still locked in my hair.