Yes Daddy Harder Novels & Stories

"Take it, firecracker. Take daddy’s fucking cock." “Oh my god, yes!” I could only cry out and whimper as he pounded into me, each thrust driving me closer to the edge. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the air, mixing with our harsh pants and grunts of pleasure. "Harder," I begged, looking back at him over my shoulder. "Fuck me harder, daddy. Make me scream." He grinned wickedly, his hand moving to tangle in my hair as he pulled my head back. "You want it harder? Fuck, i’ll give you harder."

The stretch made my pussy tighten instinctively, and his grin widened. Without warning, he slammed into me, cock driving deep, mercilessly. I gasped, my hands digging into the cold metal hood, every thrust sending jolts of pleasure straight through me. “Daddy… fuck me harder,” I moaned, my voice breaking, “Harder than you ever fucked mum. I can take it all!” His teeth grazed my shoulder as he snarled, pounding into me with a feral rhythm. His hips snapped against mine, chest pressing into my back, every stroke harder, faster, more punishing than the last.

Needed it. “I’ll be good,” I gasped. “I promise. Just please… fuck me harder, Daddy.” He groaned at my words, his control slipping just a little. His hips snapped forward, the pace picking up until the lounge chair was rocking beneath us. The wet slap of his hips against my ass filled the backyard, loud and obscene. My breasts swung with every powerful thrust, nipples brushing the cushion and sending sparks through me. “That’s it,” he praised, voice rough. “Fuck yourself back on Daddy’s cock. Show me how much you want it.”

Standing firm and unmovable, I held her arms tightly, making every attempt she made to move futile. “You really are a stubborn little thing, aren’t you?” I mocked before I continued. “But don’t try to tame me or you might regret it,” I added, and she began to sob. I was surprised by her sudden change of emotion. Does she want to make me feel guilty or what? "Please, Daddy, please let me go," Stephanie pleaded, the word unexpectedly sending a strange sensation through me. She had never called me "Daddy" before, and hearing it from her somewhat turned me on and made my dick stand out at full attention, painfully straining my pants.

“Fuck, you’re gripping me so good. That’s it, relax for Daddy.” He started moving, slow deep strokes at first, pulling almost all the way out before sliding back in. Every thrust made me moan louder. My cock rubbed against the couch with each movement, leaking all over the leather. The denial in my head got quieter as pleasure took over. “Harder,” I whispered at first, then louder. “Please… fuck me harder.” Johnson chuckled darkly and slammed in deeper. “Say it right. Call me Daddy like you need it.” “Daddy… please… fuck me harder!” I begged, my voice breaking as he started pounding me for real.

“Could he? He never stretched this tight little cunt the way Daddy is stretching it right now.” “No… never!” I cried out, pushing my ass back to meet his thrusts. “He’s too gentle… too quick… you’re ruining me, Daddy… please don’t stop!” Daddy fucked me even harder, his hips slamming down against my ass with wet, punishing slaps. The angle made his cock drag perfectly against my G-spot with every stroke, pushing me closer and closer to the edge again. He leaned down, his weight fully on me, and wrapped one hand around my throat from behind, squeezing just enough to make my head spin with pleasure.

I grab his head closer to smash my lips against his, our tongues clashing passionately against each other. "Harder, d-daddy!" I whimper against his mouth and he slows down. "Good girls say the magic word." He grunts out as his body rocks against mine, faster. "P-Please, please….!" I cry out sharply, my hands tightening around his neck as my heels dig into his spine. "Please fuck me harder, daddy!"

I slowly remove his fingers from my mouth with a pop sound and his gaze darkens even more!. "You know you are playing with fire Sarah?" And i swallow and try to keep my knees from trembling upon hearing his words. "What....what if I like to....play with fire, Daddy?" I mumble shyly and he lets out a shaky breath. He slowly pulls me into his chest with his big strong muscular arms. His scent drives me crazy and my head starts to spin. "Daddy huh......You sure like to play with fire kitten....because once that fire starts you can't stop it....it will consume you!!" He whispers in my ear while slightly licking my earlobe making me moan softly and he chuckles.

All of a sudden, it felt like his cock got thicker, longer and harder, if that was possible. He had not fucked me so hard, at least not since we were first started dating. He was on a mission to give me the fucking of my life. I kept it on by repeating “please daddy, please...fuck me, fuck me harder!” over and over again as he gave me the pounding of my life. The intensity of what was happening soon had him coming in buckets. When we were done, my cunt was dripping with so much of his cum.

“Please, Daddy. Fuck me. I need you so badly.” He thrust deep in one powerful stroke, filling me completely. I cried out, my nails digging into his shoulders. “Daddy! Yes!” He set a relentless pace immediately, pounding into me with long, commanding strokes that made my breasts bounce and my body slide up the bed. Each thrust hit deep, stretching me perfectly and sending sparks of pleasure through my core. “Do not stop, Daddy! Please, do not stop!” I moaned loudly, my voice echoing off the walls.