All Chapters of Dripping Wet for Only You, Daddy: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

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He Shouldn’t Know How Wet I Get for Him (part 1)

It started long before the engagement party.I first noticed it the night Felix came over for dinner three months ago. My mother had been seeing him for a while, but that was the first time he stayed late, jacket off, sleeves rolled up, laughing at something she said. I was clearing the table when he looked at me across the kitchen island. Not a polite glance. A long, quiet look that made my stomach tighten.I told myself it was nothing. He was forty-seven. My mother’s boyfriend. Off-limits in every way that mattered.But the wanting didn’t care about rules.It grew in the small moments. The way his voice dropped when he spoke only to me. The brush of his fingers when he handed me a glass of wine. The time he found me alone in the garage looking for a tool and stood too close, heat rolling off his body, and asked if I needed help. I said no. My pulse said yes.I started touching myself at night thinking about him. Not gently. Desperate, frustrated strokes while I bit my pillow and ima

Last Updated : 2026-08-06

He Shouldn’t Know How Wet I Get for Him (part 2)

The last guest left just after midnight. My mother kissed Felix on the cheek at the door, tired and glowing, then went upstairs to her own room. She never noticed the way his eyes flicked to me standing in the hallway, or the way my thighs pressed together under my dress.I waited for ten minutes. Then I walked barefoot down the hall to his door and knocked once.He opened it already shirtless. The dark trail of hair disappearing into his trousers made my mouth water. Without a word he pulled me inside, locked the door, and pushed me back against it.“I’ve been hard since you left the room earlier,” he said against my mouth. “Every time I looked at your mother I was thinking about how full of my cum you still were.”His hand shoved under my dress and found the mess he’d left. Two fingers slid through the slick evidence and pushed inside me. I was still loose and wet from earlier. He groaned.“Still dripping. Good girl.”He dropped to his knees right there, yanked my dress up, and

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He Shouldn’t Know How Wet I Get for Him (part 3)

The clock on the nightstand glowed 2:17 a.m. Felix was still inside me.He had flipped me onto my back again, knees shoved high against my chest, and was fucking me with long, punishing strokes that made the headboard knock softly against the wall. Every time his thick cock bottomed out I felt it in my stomach. Wet, filthy squelching filled the room—the sound of his cock slamming into a cunt that was already overflowing with his earlier loads.“Listen to that,” he growled, voice rough with lust. “Listen to how wet this greedy little cunt is for me. You’re soaking the sheets, baby. Making a fucking mess.”I could only moan—high, broken, desperate. “Ahh—fuck—Daddy… your cock… it’s so deep…”“That’s right. Say it louder. Tell me what this cock is doing to you.”“It’s stretching me… filling me… ohh god, it’s hitting so deep I can feel it in my throat—nnngh—”He slammed harder. The wet slap of his hips against my ass grew louder, nastier. Every thrust forced more of his cum out of me,

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The Stepfather’s Best Friend (part 1)

The lake house always smelled like pine and expensive whiskey.I had been coming here every weekend since my mother married Richard three months ago. Richard was fine—kind, a little distant, always busy with calls. But his best friend, Elias, was something else entirely.Elias Voss. Forty-eight. Built like a man who still lifted heavy things for fun. Silver at the temples, dark eyes that never really smiled, and a voice that sounded like it had been scraped over gravel. He owned half the commercial real estate in the city and spent most weekends at the lake house “to get away from the noise.”I noticed him the first weekend.He noticed me back.It started with looks. Long ones across the dinner table while my mother laughed at something Richard said. Looks that lingered a second too long when I walked out of the water in a simple black bikini. Looks that made my stomach tighten and my cunt throb in a way that felt dangerous.By the third weekend I was already touching myself at night

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The Stepfather’s Best Friend (part 2)

Elias didn’t let me leave the bed.The second I tried to sit up, still shaky and leaking his cum down my thighs, his hand closed around my wrist and pulled me back down. His cock was already hardening again against my hip thick, heavy, slick with the mess we had just made.“Where do you think you’re going?” His voice was low and rough. “You walked over here bare and dripping for me. You’re not crawling back to that house until I’ve used this cunt the way I’ve been wanting to for weeks.”I whimpered. The sound was pure need.He rolled onto his back and dragged me on top of him in one strong motion. My soaked pussy slid along the length of his half-hard cock, smearing his own cum over him. Elias groaned, hands gripping my ass hard enough to bruise.“Ride it,” he ordered. “Put Daddy’s cock back inside that greedy little hole and fuck yourself on it. I want to watch you work for every inch.”I reached between us, wrapped my fingers around his thick shaft, and guided the swollen head to my

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The Stepfather’s Best Friend (part 3)

The clock on the cabin wall read 3:48 a.m. when Elias finally pulled out of me for the third time.I was a mess. Thighs sticky with layers of his cum, pussy swollen and sensitive, lips puffy from being stretched around his cock for hours. My voice was already hoarse from moaning. Every time I thought I couldn’t take any more, he proved me wrong.He stood at the edge of the bed, still completely hard, chest rising and falling, eyes locked on the way his cum leaked out of me in thick, slow drips.“Stay right there,” he said. “On your stomach. Ass up.”I obeyed without question, face pressed into the sheets that already smelled like us. I heard him move across the room. A drawer opened. Something soft and heavy landed on the mattress beside my head.Leather.I turned my cheek just enough to see. A pair of thick black leather cuffs connected by a short chain. A small, sleek black plug with a flared base. He brought out a vibrator. My cunt clenched hard at the sight of it.Elias notic

Last Updated : 2026-08-14

The Stepfather’s Best Friend (part 4)

The sky outside the window had turned a soft, pale grey.Elias knelt between my open thighs, cock still thick and heavy, glistening with everything he had already poured into me. My wrists were free now, but I kept them above my head anyway, palms open, offering myself completely. The sheets beneath us were ruined—soaked with sweat, cum, and the endless wetness he had forced from my body for hours.He didn’t rush.He looked at me like he was memorizing every detail: the flush across my chest, the swollen state of my pussy, the way my stomach still fluttered with aftershocks. One of his hands stroked slowly up the inside of my thigh, thumb brushing through the thick mess leaking out of me.“You’ve given me everything tonight,” he said, voice low and rough with leftover hunger. “Every moan. Every orgasm. Every drop of that sweet cunt. And I still want more.”I reached for him. “Then take it. Please, Daddy. I need to feel you one last time before the morning takes you away from me.”So

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Daddy’s Office Punishment (part 1)

I had been his personal assistant for eleven months.Eleven months of walking into that glass-walled office every morning, setting his coffee on the exact corner of the desk he preferred, and pretending the sound of his voice didn’t make my thighs press together under my pencil skirt. Eleven months of calling him “Mr. Langford” in front of the staff while my mind whispered something far more dangerous.Richard Langford, my mother’s husband, my stepfather and the man I had been secretly aching for since the day he first loosened his tie in front of me and said, “Close the door, Elena. We have a long afternoon.”I never told anyone. I barely admitted it to myself. But the wanting had grown teeth.It lived in the way I watched his hands when he signed contracts. In the way my breath caught whenever he stood behind my chair to look at my screen, close enough that I could smell his cologne and feel the heat of his body. In the way I touched myself at night with two fingers buried insid

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Daddy’s Office Punishment (part 2)

“Do you have any idea what that mistake could cost this company?”“Yes,” I whispered.“Do you have any idea what it could cost me?”“No, sir.”A pause. Then, quieter, rougher:“You’ve been careful for eleven months, Elena. Perfect posture. Perfect reports. Perfect little assistant who never once lets her eyes drop to my mouth when she thinks I’m not looking. But I see it. I’ve always seen it.”My breath hitched.His hand settled on the back of my neck, warm and heavy, not quite gripping.“You’ve wanted this,” he said. “Haven’t you?”The confession left me before I could stop it. “Yes.”“How long?”“Since the beginning. Since the first week. I try not to. I try so hard. But every time you stand behind me I get wet. Every time you say my name in that voice I feel it between my legs. I touch myself thinking about you and I still come up empty. I want—” My voice broke. “I want you to punish me for it. I want you to use me. I want to call you something I shouldn’t.”The hand on my neck

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Daddy’s Office Punishment (part 3)

I stayed late again.The office was silent except for the low hum of the air conditioning and the occasional distant elevator. My desk lamp was the only light left on the floor. I had already finished every task he had given me, but I didn’t leave. I sat there with my thighs pressed together, still feeling the dull, sweet ache from the night before, waiting.Richard came out of his office at 9:52. He looked at me for a long moment, then tilted his head toward the open door behind him.“Come in. Bring your notebook.”I stood, smoothed my skirt, and followed. He closed the door, locked it, and drew the privacy panel. The city glittered beyond the glass, cold and far away.He sat behind his desk and pointed to the chair opposite him.“Sit.”I sat. My notebook rested on my knees. He watched me in silence long enough that my pulse started climbing.“Read back the notes from the Hale call this afternoon,” he said.My voice was steady at first. I read. Halfway through the second page he stoo

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