Novel & Cerita Harry Styles Daddy Kink

It drives me crazy beyond imagination. “Fuck me, daddy.” I blurt out, not noticing the word I used to call him. I forgot to add. Yeah, I have a daddy kink as well. Never thought I would be able to use it someday. Before I can regard my choice of word, Spencer's grip on my hip hardens and his eyes turn black with lust. Good to know that I'm not the only one with this kink. At once, he rips my panty, making me gasp.

PATSY POV: My God. I really do have a daddy kink; I just never acknowledged it. All this time…was my behavior…was I subconsciously seducing him? That would explain his anger when he found me with Harry. “I like it when you call me that.” He grins. “I—I like it too.” I like it, even more, when he presses the tip of his cock against my entrance, spreading me open and readying my body for him.

I answered. I took a sip of Hennessy that I'd been holding onto for quite a while. "Pretty?" asked Harry. "Yeah, not just a normal beauty. He prefers the one with foreign blood. That's how serious he is to maintain a gorgeous generation." "Why don't you impregnate your regular f*ck buddy? Who was it again? Kate?" "Nah, man. That doesn't seem to work. I'm not using a hostess girl just to satisfy my father's request. And also, I don't want to get STDs from them. Even though I always do sex, you know I practice safe," I answered.

“Your greedy cunt is pulsing all over my hand like a bad girl. You love watching that woman get her shithole destroyed, don’t you? Look at her crying and cumming while he used her ass. That’s going to be you soon, bent over, ass up, while the whole club watches Daddy ruin every hole.” My hand, trembling with filthy need, drifted toward his lap on its own. He caught my wrist with a dark chuckle that sent shivers down my spine. “Greedy fucking girl.” He unzipped and freed his massive cock. He wrapped my small hand around the throbbing shaft. “Stroke it. Jerk Daddy’s dirty cock while you watch them fuck like animals.”

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.”

My moans climbed with them, raw and broken, every time his tongue speared into me. “Daddy…fuck…don’t stop” I gasped, rocking helplessly against his face as he continued eating my ass with the same relentless intensity, holding me exactly where he wanted me. Harry kept devouring my ass like he couldn’t get enough…tongue thrusting deep, lips sucking hard around the tight ring, wet and filthy. Every aggressive lick made me moan louder, my thighs shaking as I ground down against his face. “Daddy… fuck… yes!!”

He grabbed my hips and shoved his thick c**k straight back inside me from behind. ​A sharp, breathless scream tore out of my mouth. ​The angle was incredibly deep, completely stretching me out in a brand new way. I gripped the slick edge of the tub, my knuckles turning white, as he started to violently pound into me. ​"You like that, Harper?" he taunted, his hand reaching around to grip my throat, completely pinning me in place. ​"Yes," I gasped, absolutely zero pride left in my body. ​"You belong right f*king here," Vance growled, his hips snapping forward with brutal force. "Taking my c**k exactly when I want it."

But I didn’t care. “He’s trying to drag you back,” I said, letting a strawberry juice drip onto my chest. “You ready to go back?” Harry leaned in, licked the drop from my skin. “Never.” --- Nighttime – The Switch Tonight, I wanted something different. “You want to please me, Daddy?” I whispered. “Yes,” he breathed. “Then take off your pride. And your pants.” He stripped slowly. His body was a temple, carved in hunger and devotion. But his eyes—those billionaire eyes—burned only for me now.

I’ve had the same guilty pleasure for almost three years now. His performer name is “Dominant Daddy Rex.” Early forties, tall, built like he spends half his life in the gym, salt-and-pepper hair always perfectly messy, deep voice that could melt steel. Every video is pure older-man fantasy: rough, possessive, filthy breeding talk that makes me come harder than anything else on the site. I’ve subscribed to his premium page since I turned eighteen, bought every PPV, left thirsty comments under a fake username he’s actually replied to a few times. Pathetic? Maybe. But nobody knows. It’s my secret escape.

I tried turning him away at the door because he was hardly in a state to donate his shit but Mrs Cunningham, the old bat, seemed to think he was a son of hers at the moment and ushered him in. Ryan shook his head sagely and stood up from the hassock to pace the small living room. "The guy was fully pissed, but I remember him muttering something about winning a bet or dare. I think his rich bastard friends like him must have dared him to go donate his sperm for cash, probably while at some booze club." Kiersey tried not to let her heart sink further and further as disgust washed over her. Alcoholism was not in the blood, right? "Do you remember his name? Or address? What he looked like?"