روايات وقصص ضمن Harry Styles Daddy Kink

Honestly, that wasn't the thing that made me question my sexuality slightly it was something else. Naked truth, I probably sound like a stupid fangirl to you, maybe I am, but the only person I am sexually attracted to is Harry Styles. I know it's very rare for gray sexuals to feel any sort of sexual attraction, but for some reason, I felt it only with him. Was it just my fangirl side saying it or was it actually something, I guess I will never know. But honestly, sex disgusts me, but it's different with Harry. Ugh, I guess my obsession has just gone far and beyond. Well coming to point why I was doubting that I may probably be a pan was that I find men in skirts hot, but when Harry did the v

She'd somehow landed herself a taste of the wealthy life. I had to admit, this sugar daddy’s taste was, to put it mildly, quite peculiar. "No, not at all. Ms. Lawrence looks like a kind, family-oriented woman." I practically bit down on the words "kind" and "family-oriented". Mom coughed guiltily and hurriedly held a peeled grape up to Kyle's mouth. "Kyle, sit down and rest. Leave tutoring the child to Mr. Wilder." Kyle casually took hold of her hand. Though he was smiling, there was an unmistakable sense of control in his voice.

I yelped, the sting radiating through me. “Again,” I demanded, shocked at my own boldness. He spanked me again, harder this time, his other hand sliding between my legs to find me even wetter. “Dirty girl,” he growled. “You like that, don’t you?” “Yes—” My voice broke as his fingers found my clit again. “Fuck, yes—” He didn’t make me wait this time. The head of his cock pressed against my entrance, and then he was pushing inside, thick and relentless. I cried out, my fingers scrambling against the wall as he filled me completely.

I remembered him calling me his "dirty little secret." The words made me hotter, and I rubbed my clit faster, chasing the feeling. I imagined him standing right there, watching me, telling me what to do. "Come for me, you dirty little slut," he would say. The thought was enough to push me over the edge. I came hard, my body shaking, a quiet moan escaping my lips. I whispered one word as the pleasure washed over me. "Daddy." After my shower, I felt better, but the worry about my dad was still there, a cold knot in my stomach. Dante had promised he would find out what happened, but I hadn’t heard anything yet.

“What have you done with Fiona?!” “Harry, listen to me—” I tried to speak, but he shook me harder. “You bastard! After everything, you still dragged her into your mess! If anything happens to her, I swear I’ll kill you with my bare hands!” “Come on buddy,” “Don't you dare call me buddy, I am not your fucking BUDDY!” he yelled at the end of his words—body trembling against mine. “This is no time to fight Harry. Listen to what I have to say, it's important, it's about your daughter.”

THREE I watch the dress inch up my legs with every pull of his hand, baring more and more of me. The sight makes me giddy. It’s the only excuse for what slips out in response. “Should I call you Daddy, then?” He goes still. Just like that, he releases my dress and the fabric falls back to cover most of my thighs. Disappointment sours my stomach, but he’s not moving back. He skates his hand up my side barely brushing the curve of my breast before he grips my chin just tightly enough to hurt. “Is that what you want, Hailey?” He presses two fingers to my bottom lip and I open for him. “You want to call me Daddy while I do filthy things to you that you’ve only fantasized about.” He slips his fi

I typed back rolling my hair on my fingers as he strokes his huge cock lightly “ That’s bad, you need a daddy around, what do you have to say about that angel.” He says Fuck!! This man is going to undone me totally. Yes be my daddy and cum fucked me. “ You can be my daddy!” He typed rubbing on my clit now so he can see. “ you will like that?” He stroked it cock faster and I don’t think I can even hear him properly with the pressure building in my clit. “ Yes daddy” I typed.

My hands went instinctively to his chest clutching at the hard muscles and the smooth skin needing something to ground me as my body flared up in anticipation. His teeth grazed the side of my neck gentle at first then harder and I shivered violently unable to contain myself. “You’re mine” he murmured against my skin each word like a command. I gasped and tried to twist away slightly but his hands were firm locking me in place. His eyes were dark and stormy never left mine and I felt like I was drowning in them. “Daddy…” I breathed myvoice trembling desperate and fucking needy. He didn’t answer with words just slid his hand between us straight to my clit tracing the wetness that had been gath

I ignored how he was making me feel and continued to make my way to the dining room, taking slow, light steps so I don't attract attention. "Lots of them?" My dad asked with a joking tone. I saw how Harry's lips turned at the side which meant that he found the question amusing too. He pushed his fingers into his hair which he had dyed back to brown–the original colour. "Not a lot of them" Silence. That is how Harry is. One second he's friendly, the next second, he's cold. "Not a lot of them" My dad repeated, adding his hum to keep the conversation flowing. "You talk like you know women so well"

Harry reached his climax and wanted to withdraw but Tamara cuffed him with her legs indicating that she should cum inside her. Harry wanted to see the satisfaction on his lady's face and he did not withdraw at the moment. He turned her over the kitchen cabinet and made love to her in the Doggystyle. Seeing the satisfaction on her face gave him pleasure. They both came at the same time. “I haven't had enough of you yet and I'm sure that you like it,”Harry said mischievously.