Novel & Cerita Harry Styles Daddy Kink

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.

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"

She was standing in front of the dresser, with her leg raised to the back, giving me an enthralling show of her red, lacy thong and her soft ass, that I badly wanted to sniff and sink my teeth into. Seeing it in reality was even hotter and nothing compared to the image. “Hi, Daddy,” She smiled, as I leered at her, my cock straining forcefully against my briefs, ready to be let out and be inside Talia's wet heat. I had never known myself to have a daddy kink, but I guess one could never know oneself completely, right? “Call me that again,” I said, mindlessly dumping my briefcase on the floor, and loosening my tie as I walked up her, my arousal at the highest level.

Kelly nodded her head in agreement, “I don’t even know why Paul still puts up with her.” On the other side of the room, Harry is drinking a glass of whiskey, thinking about all the ways he wants to fuck Denise. That bitch thinks she can use me whenever she wants. The next time I see her, she’ll be my toy. Harry is turned on by the things going through his head, of fucking Denise in positions that could put a gymnast to shame. Even if he must take her unwillingly. But for now, he needs to get rid of this stress, he needs relief.

I take after dad Dante for this whereas Harry takes after dad Dylan for his hatred of anything paperwork. “This is easy, you big baby. Look, this is just your beer invoice. And this one.” I point to the stock list. “That one is what we currently have. Follow the last order invoice and adjust the numbers to accommodate the new and present stock. Simple.” I say to him and he just looks at me and then smiles at me like the Cheshire Cat. “Oh my sweet baby sister, Harmony. I will buy you anything you want if you could you know help your big brother out? Pretty please with a cherry on top.” He makes the puppy dog eyes at me and I roll mine at him.

“Um... Harry's strong suction. I like it.” Hari nodded quickly. Further laying Rieka's position so that she is underneath him. He also quickly took off his pants and took out his penis that was already standing upright. The one that had been standing since seeing Rieka first open the door earlier. The one that needs to be satisfied and spit out the lava of pleasure in there. If possible, he vomited many times so that Rieka would not forget about him. “Ehm ... “ Rieka shook her head softly. did not expect that the friction down there was felt so much. “You have a big one, Harry?”