Daddy It Hurts Novels & Stories

Hidalgo stood to his mighty feet and my anxieties knew no bounds as he got to us, nuzzling his hand in my red long hair as if he was feeling the texture. These men were lust-hazed in Hunger. Désire. Carving. Darn it! Both father and son imprisoned me intensely and enthusiastically, jailing my body possessively and offering me no vacuum to breathe! Gosh!!! “Daddy!” I hysterically cried out, burning sensation and adrenaline submerging through my body.

Our bodies were covered in sweat and I also wet the bedsheet. ’S…sorry…” I was panting hard, but he was just thrusting, ignoring the mess I had created. The voice of body slap was so loud, and it was roaring in his room. If Daddy was at home, he must have heard us. “Uncle…” I hissed, he again bit my nipples and I felt his warm seed inside me. He laid on me sprouting his seeds inside me, I felt something leaving from my core, he was still inside me.

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.

Not wanting him to say any more crazy things, she covered her face with both hands, trying to hide her tears and sobs, “Please... stop calling me 'daughter'. I don’t want to hear it.” “Sweetheart, why are you so tearful?” Damien placed his penis at the entrance of her vagina and rubbed. The vaginal fluid coating his shaft made the friction smoother. During this, Emma pursed her lips, anxiously looking down. The penis gradually entering made her groan in pain. Although it didn't hurt like the first time, his size was terrifying to her. Every time he pushed in, it felt like he wanted to tear her apart. “UHMMMM… ummmm… it hurts…”

I squeak. “Are you sure?” he purrs, his teeth grazing against my swollen slit. I shudder in his hold. “No.” “Tell me what it is, princess. I promise I’ll make it better,” he says, looking up at me. My hair curtains us, holding us both in our private, safe space. Anything can happen here. I just have to ask for it. “Daddy, it hurts,” I say, biting my lips.

And that made the words hit harder. He pumped his monster into me, hitting all the right nerves. My breath was caught, and I could hardly breathe because of the intensity of the pleasure. My nails dug deeper into his back, and blood trickled down. He seemed to enjoy that pain, as that only prompted him to hit harder. “Who’s your daddy?” he groaned. “You,” I yelled. “You, baby. You are my daddy.” Fuck. He continued pounding into me, sending me to space, and I could see the stars live and direct.

I sob, my voice cracking with fake tears that are not-so-fake because I am truly hurt. ‎ ‎“Yvonne, are you alright?” ‎ ‎“I need you Daddy.” ‎ ‎“Why? Is anything wrong?” ‎ ‎“It’s Bryson,” I sob more, “He has been… he has been hurting me. He even hurt me today, Daddy. I can’t take it anymore.” ‎ ‎“What?!” His tone shifts instantly to anger. “Did you just say he has been hurting you?” ‎ ‎I pause, swallowing audibly and letting the silence do half the work for me. Right now, I sound like an abused wife, but I don’t fucking care.

Surely, surely, this was impossible. I squealed with the growing pain and held on tight. My step-father sucked on my neck and I was sure he was leaving a love-bite that would make my mother ground me, but I had no spare capacity to even think about that as Tim tried to perform a miracle that would be deserving of sainthood if he managed it. “Ow! Owowowowowow! Daddy! OW! It hurts!” “I know, princess, but you’re doing so well. Take Daddy’s cock, take it.”

A cup of coffee sat on the table beside him. “Sore?” he asked, his deep voice calm. I nodded weakly, biting my lip. “Very sore, Daddy. I can barely move. My pussy… it hurts so much.” He smiled slowly, clearly pleased with my condition. “Good. That’s exactly how I want you feeling today. Every time you try to walk, every time you sit down, you’ll remember how we both ruined that tight little cunt.”

He unties me quickly and pulls me into his arms, holding me against him like I might fall apart if he lets go. My hands press to my stomach. It hurts, deep, dull, and lingering. I wince. “I didn’t mean to hurt you, baby girl,” he says, panic already creeping into his voice. “You didn’t say yellow. You didn’t say red. Why didn’t you say it?” “It doesn’t hurt that much, Daddy,” I whisper. “It doesn’t matter.” “Yes, it fucking does,” he snaps. “I hurt you.” “Daddy, listen—”