All Chapters of Dripping Wet for Only You, Daddy: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

I broke with a loud, shattered moan, cunt clamping down hard, pulsing and gushing around him. My arms wrapped around his neck as I shook, still trying to keep moving even while the orgasm tore through me. Richard groaned like the feeling of me coming undone on him was too much. He fucked up into me through every wave, drawing it out until I was whimpering and oversensitive.But he still wasn’t finished.He lifted me off his cock just long enough to turn me around so my back was against his chest. Then he pulled me down again, sinking back into me in one smooth thrust from behind. The new angle made me cry out. He spread my knees wide on either side of his thighs, opening me completely, and started thrusting up into me in deep, powerful strokes.One of his hands gripped my throat — not hard, just enough to tilt my head back against his shoulder. The other hand reached down and rubbed my swollen clit again.“You’re going to give me one more,” he said against my ear, voice rough and dark.

The next morning I woke up still feeling him.My panties were damp. When I pressed my thighs together I could still sense the faint, sweet ache where he had stretched me open the night before. I lay there staring at the ceiling, already wet again, already replaying the way his cock had forced those muffled moans out of me against the wall.I needed more.Breakfast was torture. Nathaniel sat across the long table from me, calm, polite, passing the fruit plate to my mother like nothing had happened. Every time our eyes met, heat flooded straight between my legs. I could barely eat. My clit throbbed against the seam of my underwear every time he spoke.By late morning most of the guests had gone down to the private beach for photos. My mother and the groom left with them. The villa quieted.I was in the kitchen pouring water when I heard the door close behind me.Nathaniel’s presence filled the space before he even touched me. I set the glass down. His chest pressed against my back. On

By the second evening the villa felt too full of people and not full enough of him.My mother, Abigail, wore a soft silk dress and was in the main room laughing with the wedding planner. Daniel, Nathaniel’s younger brother, the groom — kept pouring champagne and kissing her temple. Guests filled the terrace. Music drifted up the stairs. I sat among them with a glass I barely touched, thighs pressed tightly together, still feeling the dull, sweet throb from the way Nathaniel had used me that afternoon.He barely looked at me in public. That only made the longing worse.When the group finally moved outside for the rehearsal dinner under the string lights, Nathaniel caught my eye for half a second and tilted his head toward the stairs. My pulse slammed so hard I felt dizzy.I waited three minutes, then slipped away.His door was unlocked. The second I stepped inside he closed it, locked it, and pushed me against the wall hard enough that a picture frame rattled. His mouth crashed onto

My moans came freely now. Continuous. Broken. I wrapped my legs around him and pulled him deeper. He fucked me harder, one hand braced beside my head, the other gripping my thigh. The bed creaked. My tits bounced with every thrust. I could already feel another orgasm building. “You’re going to come on it,” he ordered. “Now. Let me feel this cunt squeeze me.” His hand moved between us and rubbed firm circles over my clit. I shattered with a loud, raw cry, walls clamping down hard around his cock. He fucked me through every wave, never slowing, until I was shaking and oversensitive. Then he pulled out, flipped me onto my hands and knees, and pushed back in from behind in one hard thrust. The new angle forced a sharp moan from my throat. He gripped my hips and fucked me in deep, powerful strokes the classic, filthy rhythm of doggy style that made the wet slap of his skin against mine obscenely loud. “Listen to that,” he rasped. “Listen how wet and used this pussy sounds taking Daddy’s

I sucked his fingers clean, tasting myself, eyes locked on his in the mirror. He watched me do it with open hunger, then reached down and freed his cock from his shorts. It was thick, heavy, already hard, the head flushed and wet at the tip. My mouth watered.“On your knees. Hands behind your back.”I dropped. Thane stepped closer, gripped the base of his cock, and slapped the heavy length against my cheek once, twice, leaving a smear of precum on my skin. Then he painted my lips with the head, slow and deliberate.“Open. And keep those hands where they are.”I opened. He pushed into my mouth in one steady thrust, not stopping until the head nudged the back of my throat. I moaned around him, eyes watering. He held still for a moment, letting me adjust, then started fucking my face in deep, controlled strokes. The wet, glucking sounds of his cock sliding in and out of my throat filled the room. Spit ran down my chin and dripped onto my bare tits.“That’s it,” he growled. “Take it.