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117. I Want Him To Fuck Me
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2026-04-07 22:47:58
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ALL YOURS, DADDY 118. You're 19, I'm 35
I can’t pretend anymore. I need his hands on me or I’m going to lose my mind.Four days of this slow torture have pushed me past the edge. Every almost-touch, every lingering look, every low “little one” has left me raw and aching. My body feels like a live wire. I’ve been walking around dripping, thighs constantly slick, nipples tight against whatever I’m wearing. Touching myself isn’t enough anymore. I need him. His fingers. His mouth. The weight of him pressing me down.It’s a little after midnight on the fourth night. The neighborhood is silent except for the distant hum of the highway. I don’t bother with real clothes. I pull on the oversized gray T-shirt I stole from his laundry months ago — the one that still carries the faint scent of his cedarwood soap and warm skin. It falls to mid-thigh, soft and worn. Nothing underneath. My nipples are already hard, brushing against the fabric with every step. Between my legs I’m soaked, slick coating my inner thighs as I slip out the ba
ALL YOURS, DADDY 117. I Want Him To Fuck Me
RILEYEvery time I see him now I have to clench my thighs so I don’t drip down my legs in broad daylight.That’s how bad it’s gotten after just one day. My body is a traitor. One look at Damien across the fence and my pussy clenches like it remembers the fantasy from last night better than I do. I woke up this morning already wet, thighs slick, nipples tight against my tank top. The ache from edging myself raw yesterday hasn’t gone anywhere. If anything, it’s worse. Deeper. Like my body knows he’s right next door and is punishing me for not having him yet.Day two of Mom’s vacation, and I couldn’t wait until evening. I disabled the battery in my car myself — just a quick disconnect so it wouldn’t start. Then I walked over in cutoff denim shorts and a thin white tank top, no bra, hair still messy from sleep. I knocked on his door looking helpless.“Damien? Sorry to bother you again, but my car won’t start. Could you take a look?”He came out in worn jeans and a black T-shirt that clung
ALL YOURS, DADDY 116. Fucking My Neighbor
RILEYI’ve wanted to fuck my neighbor Damien since the night he fixed my bedroom window last summer and I caught him staring at my legs like he wanted to spread them right there on the ladder.There. I said it. No pretty excuses, no pretending it’s just a harmless crush. I’m nineteen now, and for over a year this man has lived in my head rent-free, turning me into a dripping, aching mess every single time he so much as looks in my direction. He’s thirty-five. Divorced. The quiet, intense architect who lives alone in the sleek modern house next door. Tall, broad-shouldered, with that hint of silver threading through his dark hair at the temples and eyes that see way too much. He’s known me since I was sixteen — back when I was still the shy girl who blushed when he waved at me over the fence. Now I’m the girl who times her backyard “appearances” perfectly so I can watch him work out shirtless in his garage gym, sweat glistening on his chest and abs while I squeeze my thighs together a
ALL YOURS, DADDY 115. Please Fuck me, Daddy
I whimpered, hips rocking back against his hand. Two thick fingers slid through my folds, parting me, then pushed inside — slow, deep, curling immediately against that spot that made my back arch. The stretch burned sweetly. The wet sound of his fingers moving in my pussy filled the quiet room. I moaned softly, face buried in his neck, breathing in his scent.He pumped his fingers slowly at first, savoring every slick slide, every clench of my walls around him. Then faster, deeper, his thumb finding my clit and rubbing in firm circles. Pleasure coiled tight in my belly, hot and urgent.“Damn it, Ana,” he whispered against my hair, voice strained. "This is so fucking wrong.”The guilt in his voice only made me wetter. I rocked against his hand, chasing the pressure, my breath coming in short gasps.“I know,” I whispered back, tears stinging my eyes even as pleasure built. “But I want it. I’ve wanted it for so long, Daddy.”The word slipped out.He froze for half a second, then groaned
ALL YOURS, DADDY 114. You're Dripping For Me
I couldn’t stay in my room.The house was too quiet, my skin too hot, my mind too loud with everything we weren’t saying. I lay in bed for what felt like hours, staring at the ceiling, replaying the way Marcus had looked at me on the couch — the guilt in his eyes, the hunger underneath it, the way his fingers had brushed my thigh like he was fighting not to touch me more. My pussy was still aching, still wet, still clenching around nothing every time I remembered the way he’d said my name.I got up.The hallway was dark. My bare feet made almost no sound on the wooden floor as I walked to his room. The door was slightly ajar, the way it always was when I was little and scared of the dark. I pushed it open without knocking.Marcus was sitting up in bed, the sheet pooled around his waist, chest bare. The lamp on his nightstand was on low, casting warm light across his shoulders and the hard lines of muscle he’d earned from years of manual work around the house. He looked at me, and for
ALL YOURS, DADDY 113. You're So Wet For Me
The next evening the house smelled like garlic bread and red wine. Marcus had cooked again — chicken parmesan, my favorite since I was twelve. We ate at the kitchen table like always, but the air between us felt different tonight. Thicker. Every time our eyes met over the rim of our glasses, something unspoken passed between us. I kept catching him looking at the thin straps of my sundress, at the way the fabric clung to my breasts when I leaned forward. I didn’t adjust it. I wanted him to look.After dinner we moved to the living room with the rest of the wine. We put on one of those old family movies we used to watch when I was little — the one with the talking dog and the road trip. I curled up on the couch beside him, closer than I probably should have. My bare thigh pressed against his jeans. He didn’t move away.Halfway through the movie, the wine had loosened my tongue and my inhibitions. I turned to him, the glow of the TV painting soft shadows across his face.“I’ve never fel
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