All Chapters of Dripping Wet for Only You, Daddy: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

I noticed him the second the black car pulled into the driveway.Alaric stepped out like he owned the air around him. Tall, broad through the shoulders, dark hair threaded with silver at the temples, a mouth that looked like it rarely smiled. My stepfather’s business partner. The man who had sat across from me at Christmas dinners for years and never quite looked at me the way an uncle should.This summer he was staying in the guest room for a full week of meetings.I was home from college. Twenty-two. Restless. Already wet just from watching him loosen his tie as he walked up the front path.“Liora,” he said when my mother introduced us again, like we hadn’t met a dozen times. His voice was low, controlled. His eyes stayed on mine a beat too long. “You’ve grown up.”“Something like that,” I answered, and felt the words land between my legs.The first two days were pure torture.He spent hours in my stepfather’s study. I spent them inventing reasons to walk past the half-open door. Ev

I whimpered around his cock, desperate, thighs trembling. He went back down and licked me harder, more focused, while three thick fingers pushed inside me and curled. The stretch and the suction together made my eyes roll back. Continuous broken, muffled sounds kept leaving me.“Please…” I managed when he lifted his hips for a second. “Please, Daddy… I need to come… I’ve been aching all day… please…”“Soon.” He sucked my clit between his lips and flicked his tongue rapidly while his fingers kept working me. The pressure was perfect and cruel at the same time. My entire body started to tense.“Now,” he finally said against my cunt. “Come quietly on my tongue like a good girl.”I shattered. A long, almost silent sob tore through me as my cunt pulsed and gushed against his mouth. He licked me through every wave, slower and greedier, until I was twitching and oversensitive and soft little whimpers kept spilling around his cock.Only then did he move.Alaric turned, settled between my

“You’ve been walking around this house all week with a soaked cunt for me,” he said, voice rough with possession. “Taking my cock every night like a needy little slut while your parents slept. This is what good girls get when they stay so wet and desperate.”He stopped spanking and dragged two thick fingers through my folds from behind, spreading me open, rubbing firm circles over my swollen clit. I pushed back into his hand with a broken sound.“Please… Daddy… I need you inside me…”“Not yet.”He leaned down and replaced his fingers with his mouth. The first long, greedy lick through my dripping cunt made me cry out into the sheets. He ate me from behind — broad strokes, focused suction on my clit, the tip of his tongue pushing inside me — while one hand kept me spread open. The wet sounds of his mouth were filthy and loud in the silence. Continuous high, muffled moans poured out of me as he licked me closer and closer to the edge.“Ahh—nnngh—please—please don’t stop—”He pulled away

The following day the sea stayed calm and the sky stayed clear, yet the air on the yacht felt heavier than the weather should have allowed.My mother remained in the main cabin. She managed a few sips of water and a weak smile when Cedric brought her toast she did not eat. He spent most of the morning and afternoon below with her. That left Rourke and me alone on the upper decks with the sun and the slow roll of the boat and the kind of silence that made every glance feel deliberate.I tried to keep busy. I swam off the stern in the late morning and stayed in the water longer than I needed to because the cold helped dull the ache between my legs. When I climbed the ladder Rourke was standing at the rail with a towel in his hand. He held it out without comment. Our fingers brushed when I took it. The contact lasted only a second yet it sent a slow pulse of heat straight through me. I wrapped the towel around my body and walked past him toward the shaded lounge without speaking.By late

He sucked harder and curled his fingers against the sensitive place inside me. I came with a loud shaking cry, cunt pulsing and gushing against his tongue while he licked me through every wave. Soft broken whimpers kept leaving me even after the last spasm faded.Rourke rose up, wiped his shiny mouth with the back of his hand, and rubbed the thick head of his cock through the dripping mess between my legs. He pushed inside in one long continuous thrust. The stretch forced a raw moan from my throat.“Fuuuck… you are so thick…”He started fucking me in deep powerful strokes. The wet slap of his hips against mine filled the cabin. Continuous high desperate sounds poured out of me with every thrust. I wrapped my legs around him and pulled him deeper, already chasing the next orgasm.The cabin door opened.Cedric stood there.For a long second no one moved. The only sounds were the soft rock of the boat and the wet noise of Rourke’s cock still buried inside me. My stepfather’s eyes moved f