Romans & histoires Yes Daddy Harder

"Call me Daddy, tell me you want me to go harder and deeper. Now say it!" He commanded. "D...Daddy...please..go harder... deeper...ahhhhh." He groaned in response, his fingers moving inside me with force and I bit my bottom lips hard enough to draw blood.

She was definitely going to get sore. There wasn't another way around it. “Call me Daddy when I fuck you," Daddy commanded as he forced her into the bed, his cock pushing further into her. “Hmm, yes Daddy," Emma said and he gave a groan of approval. He held her waist tightly as he continued to slam into her. “Do you like that? Do you like getting fucked hard and rough?” Daddy asked as he pulled out of her pussy completely and slammed right back in. “Yes!" she screamed and a hard slap landed on her ass and her pussy squeezed hard on his cock.

“Yours, Daddy. All yours.” He pounds into me harder, his hips snapping against my ass with each brutal thrust. His hand tangles in my hair, yanking my head back. “You think anyone else could fuck you like this?” he snarls into my ear. “Think any pretty boy could make you come this hard?” I moan, mind gone. “No, no, only you, Daddy.” He slaps my ass again, the sting making me cry out. “Damn right.” His thrusts speed up, hips driving into me with punishing precision. The sound of skin slapping fills the room, and I’m unraveling, again, heat coiling in my stomach like a live wire.

Each lift off becomes easier, and each drop down more pleasurable, fed by a longer entryway and the determination to succeed. “You got this, babygirl. Keep going. Ride daddy's dick.” I push down hard, grinding his dick as it drags along my walls. Using short hops, I jump up slightly in order to fire by ass back into daddy, using.my weight like a thrust. I change up short hops with grinding, mixing the joy of penetration with the pressure of daddy's thickness. “That feels good,” he says, his head leaning back as his hands grip my thighs. “Make daddy come. Come on, you can do it.”

“What do you think I'm trying to do, daddy?” “Daddy?” She was definitely trying to make me go crazy right now. “Sirena…” “I love how you say my name. It sounds like a prayer. Like a plea.” He was her father's best friend. Her forbidden night. And the biggest lie of her life. Maria has just landed her dream promotion which was supposed to be the start of everything she has worked for. Heartbroken and humiliated by a devastating betrayal, she seeks comfort in the arms of a stranger for just one reckless night, only for him to reappear the next day as her father's best friend and shockingly as her company’s CEO. Petyr is older, powerful and everything Maria should run from but fate k

“Harder—Daddy—please—fuck me like you own me—use me—” He reached around my hip and found my clit with two rough fingers, rubbing tight, firm circles while he pounded into me from behind. “You like that? Like getting railed by the man who’s supposed to be looking out for you? Like knowing your roommate’s dad is balls-deep in the same tight little cunt he used to drive to soccer practice and parent-teacher conferences?”

Harry notices this and flashes her a mischievous smile “ Do not cum yet Anne , hold it for Daddy .” He responded to the heavy breathing Anne who nods her head like an obedient child would do . He takes off the white towel wrapped around his waist , his dick fully erect and reading for action . He takes a step closet to Anne whose breathe was shaky seeing his size . It was not a new thing seeing his size only that she never got used to it. Harry smiles shyly , he gestures at her to leap which she did . She wrapped her legs around his waist while he leans on the table for support . He introduces his rod into her warm wet cunt .

I soothe the abused skin with a slow sweep of my tongue, tasting the deep red mark I just left before trailing a wet line straight up toward her jaw. She shivers. "Daddy…" I chase the curve of her jaw with open-mouthed kisses, catching the edge of it between my teeth and biting down just hard enough to make her gasp. A breathless, desperate moan slips past her lips. "Daddy, please…" "Please what?" I murmur against her skin, my lips brushing the corner of her mouth. "You need to tell me what you want me to do for you, darling." She moans, her hips rolling forward in a desperate, greedy rhythm. "I want… I want you to fuck me."

I felt the tremors starting in my thighs, the pleasure becoming too much to bear. "Don't you dare close your eyes," he whispered, his voice a dark command. "I want you to feel every inch of this." He leaned all his weight into me, pinning me down against the mattress while his hands never let go of my hips. The friction was undoing me—a heavy, grinding pressure that hit deeper and deeper with every strike. "Daddy's girl," he muttered, his voice breaking as he FUCKED me more harder. "My good, little girl." "Harder… harder… Fuck me harder!" I screamed, my eye widened in pleasure.

This is my gift for becoming one of his son’s whore. I got to work taking off my clothes, Daddy moved closer to me, he did not have his shirt on, I pressed my hands on his abs tracing lines on them. He turned me over, pushed my ass firmly on the part of his pants where his cock was. I breathed in sharply as I felt his cock on my ass. His big hard veiny cock. “On your knees Yara.” Daddy said, his voice was thicker than normal. He fucking wants me yayyy. I obliged. I went on my knees, stretched my hands backwards as I wanted for my hands to be cuffed. Daddy does not like how much of a disturbance my hands can be.