Harry Styles Daddy Kink Novels & Stories

she moaned. Harold smacked her harder, rotating through his targets, one cheek then the other, then right on her pussy. It only took a few more smacks before she cried out for him. He stuffed her full with his fingers, while she shook in the throes of her orgasm. "That was beautiful, Harry," Jeff told him, his fingers slowly sliding in and out of the Heather's tight pussy. When Lynn finally relaxed, Harold sat her up in his lap. He held her close and whispered, "Take off your top and go to your father."

I could hear him breathing, feel the heat of his body, smell his masculine scent mixed with the faint trace of my own arousal. Daddy pushed me forward onto my stomach, then pulled my hips up so I was on my knees with my face and bound arms pressed into the mattress. My ass was raised high, pussy and tight little hole completely exposed to him. He spread my knees wider with his hands. “Such a pretty view,” he murmured, running his palms over my ass cheeks. “Daddy is going to use you hard tonight. I am going to fuck you the way I have been fantasizing about for months. No holding back. No gentle daddy. Just pure dominance.”

He locked my thighs in his arms and ate me till I was completely ravaged, and I pulled at his hair in return, to soften how overwhelmed I was feeling, the insatiable need he was slowly fulfilling. “What's my name?” “Dane?” I was fucking dying, crying my eyes out. Sometimes I would try to get away because it would get too much but he'll just drag me back to his mouth and suck. This man knew exactly what to do with his tongue and mouth. “No. Say daddy.” Fucking hell. I didn't even risk defying him. He deserved it. “Daddy.” I responded, hopeless, biting my lips hard with hooded eyes as he kept hitting a spot with his tongue until I saw the whole galaxy, fuck stars.

“I – I’m so sorry about that.” “It’s okay. No harm done,” Dad said quickly. I didn’t miss the look Theo gave me. I didn’t want his pity. It wasn’t like my Mom was dead anyway. I cocked a brow at him, holding his gaze. I wanted him to look away, but he simply smiled. I was the one to look away instead. Someone cleared their throat. Harry had come downstairs dressed in a white shirt and slacks and smelling like Dad’s cologne. “This is my son, Harry.”

His jaw hardened, the muscles in his neck looked strained. Richard touched his own neck, then chuckled softly while spreading jam on his bread. "The usual... this is the doing of your future stepmother, Than. Turns out your Daddy really couldn't hold himself back last night, huh. Daddy feels a bit regretful for being too rough on her," Richard said without any burden. *Thump.*

Little Harry knows his daddy always get mad when he watches those stuff with his grandpa and forgets playing music instead. Daddy stands in front of Little Harry, “And was Harry a good boy today?” “You fucking monster.” I say to my dad even if he cannot hear me. Little Harry pout as tiny tears forms around his eyes, “No?” Dad points to the couch, “To the couch, now.” Little Harry begin to cry, “B-B-But daddy…” “NOW!”

, Harry rolled his eyes and took a sip of his champagne. “Daddy”, Jake corrected, pulling Harry closer, “why don’t you call me daddy? I’m older than you”. Harry shrugged and whispered something that made Jake smirk. Eric had no idea what he was witnessing. When he looked away to avoid the so-affectionate action going on between Harry and Jacob, he saw even worse scenarios on the dancefloor. Men around their twenties were dancing together, some rubbing the others’ ass while the rest were kissing. Eric gulped and looked down.

They stepped out of Jairus' bugatti veyron when a man came out of the entrance humming obviously drunk heavily. The trio stepped in and a hall full of people, girls dancing along the poles, men flirting with women, some were sitting with prostitutes being amused by touching their body, laying hands on their breasts, slipping a touch on their bare legs and kissing their beautiful faces. The whole atmosphere of the bar was absolutely lewd and hot as it should have been.

He grins before dipping his head to press a kiss to my lips. Feeling a little sassy, I stare up at him playfully, “You aren’t one of those men with a Daddy kink, are you?” I watch as his eyes widen, and then he moves quickly, “Ouch!” He slaps my backside. “Hell no! I’m not into DDlg! Although, you can call me Daddy anytime,” he wiggles his eyebrows at me, “I like, my women to act their age.”

“Tell me exactly what you want me to do to you. I want to hear it from that pretty mouth while you stand here in my hallway looking like this.” My skin flushed warmer at his words, and I could feel the slick heat between my legs growing. I tilted my head back slightly, giving him more access to my neck, and said, “I want you to fuck me, daddy. Right here if you want. I want you to pull this dress up, bend me over, and take me until I’m shaking. Until I can’t walk straight, just like you said.”