Yes Daddy Harder の小説・ストーリー

“Unless you want my daughter to hear how hard I’m fucking her best friend.” His words sent a thrill through me. He pounded into me relentlessly, one hand covering my mouth to muffle my moans. Every thrust felt incredible. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper. “You’re so fucking tight,” he groaned. “This pussy was made for me.” We were both losing control. The risk of someone coming upstairs made us frantic. "Ah...shit. fuck me harder, Daddy." She moaned. He fucked me harder, faster, hitting that perfect spot inside me again and again.

Ughhhhh "Yes daddy"

“Harder, Daddy. Please.” He gave me what I needed, pounding into me with powerful strokes while his mouth claimed mine. One hand pinned my wrist above my head. The other slipped between us to rub my clit. “Come on my cock like the good girl you are.” I exploded around him, crying out as waves of pleasure crashed through me. He followed moments later, burying himself deep and filling me with hot pulses of release, groaning my name like a prayer. We stayed connected for a long time afterward, his weight a comforting blanket.

I came hard around him, screaming his name as my walls fluttered and clenched. “Tristan! I’m cumming- oh fuck!” My juices gushed around his thickness, soaking the sheets. But he didn’t stop. He flipped me onto my stomach, pulling my hips up and thrusting back in from behind. “That’s one. Give me more, baby. I love how you fall apart for me.” “Harder… please, Daddy, fuck me harder,” I begged, pushing back against him. He pounded into me relentlessly, one hand fisting my hair while the other spanked my ass.

“Thank you, Daddy… you make me cum so hard with your tongue.” He finally pulled back, his face shiny with my juices. He climbed over me, lined up his massive cock, and slammed into my dripping pussy in one powerful thrust, burying every thick inch balls-deep. “Fuck me, Daddy,” I gasped. “Harder… please fuck me harder. I need your big cock stretching me deep.” “Harder… yes,” he groaned, starting to pound me. “Oh there… right fucking there, princess.” “Yes, Daddy! Right there… oh fuck, you’re so deep inside me,” I moaned, my legs wrapping tightly around his waist. “Faster… please fuck me faster. I love how you fill my tight pussy. Don’t stop, Daddy. Use me.”

He jaw tics again, putting his masculine hand on his waist. “What if I want you to play with me, Daddy?" I watch as the tone of my voice increases his erection, as if his cock is about to rip off the pants and come out. "Don’t call me that.” His tone is rigid and hot. “ Why? Because it does things to your dick?" I roll out my tongue and rub it down on my lips. So fast that he doesn't watch me do it. “Say it again, and I will fuck you hard and fast.” My stomach plummeted like a tank at his words.

"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.