I Am Wet Daddy Novels & Stories

Promising more. When the party ended, guests left. My stepdad hugged me. "Good to see you, kiddo." Alexander shook my hand. Formal. But his grip was tight. His thumb rubbed my palm. A secret touch. I drove home alone. My apartment was small, quiet. I stripped and got in bed. But sleep wouldn't come. I touched myself again. Fingers circling my clit. Thinking of his rough touch. His commands. I came fast, whispering his name. But it was hollow. I needed him. His arrogance. His control. He knew how to make me wet. How to make me crave more.

Fuck, what's wrong with me? "Tsk, that's not funny." He said trying to act as if he’s angry at me but I bet he doesn’t. "By the way, did you like your new look baby?" I whispered to his ears, I wrapped my hand around his waist and pressed our body until he can feel my boner poking at his butt. "Yes, Daddy." My brows furrowed at his response, I didn’t expect him calling me daddy but damn, it sounds so arousing and seductive, I’m gonna fuck him right here right now if only we don’t have an event to attend to.

"Oh, like me calling you Daddy?" He froze. The dining room felt heavy to breathe in. Our gaze pinned for seconds long. I could not figure out what expression that was, but his gaze had darkened, and his jaw had clenched. He suddenly got up. "Go to bed. I'll take care of the dishes." I got up too, my breast almost falling out of the bra cup of my strapless gown. "I need a visual representation." He looked up at me from packing the dishes. "Like, a video. Will you show me one tomorrow? I can't just learn through words, I need to see a video if I want to learn more. You don't mind watching a sex video with me, right?"

I could see it now—the outline of his cock straining against his sleep pants, the dark spot where he was leaking, the way the fabric tented obscenely. “You want more than my fingers, don’t you Daddy?” I whispered hotly. “Don’t say things like that. Fuck,” He groaned, and then cursed. “But, you’re so wet, Daddy,” I kept my voice low, teasing, filthy. Pressing my thumb against the head again, feeling even more wetness seep through. My eyes were focused on Daddy’s face which was contorted with pleasure he was trying so hard to fight. “Is this all for me? Have you been this hard every night? Lying next to me, leaking into your pants, desperate to be inside me?”

“ Dad ,do not say that . You mentioned you could pass for you loved her . I did not want to loose another parent again after Mom passed . I told you the first day she scalded tea on my arms you — ” “ It was a mistake ” Mr Blair interrupted Isabella . “ Yes , every evil she does is a mistake . I am done with everything related to your wife . You promised you won't be with another after mom's death but you are did the opposite and with a she-devil who doesn't care about others just herself. You just ruined my mood .I hate her and Dad if she tries to be nice towards me in pretence , I would sting her hard like a deadly scorpion with no remorse .” Isabella blurts out her eyes red and full with t

Chapter Four The rhythm of the affair had become the only reliable constant in the house, and every departure of my mother’s car from the driveway sent the same immediate current through my body. I tracked her shifts with the same quiet precision Daniel did, and the moment the engine faded, the waiting began. Sometimes he found me within minutes. Sometimes the delay stretched until the need had grown so sharp that I paced the hallway outside the guest room with my pulse already heavy between my legs. Either way, the lock turning behind us sealed the rest of the world out and left only the heat of his skin and the heavy stretch of him filling me until there was nothing else.

I was so wet it was embarrassing but humiliatingly messy. “See, Daddy?” I cried softly, voice all kittenish and submissive, arching my back so my tits pushed up. “I’m so wet for you… my little pussy is crying. It’s all puffy and leaky. Please… I need you.” Tristan’s voice came out strained, dark, and dangerously dominant. “Such a nasty little kitten. Spreading your legs so wide for Daddy like a good whore. Look how your tight asshole is fluttering every time your cunt leaks. You’re making such a fucking mess, baby.”

"Show me how wet you are baby. For Daddy's big cock." I whimpered hiking up my skirt panties already soaked as I spread my legs for his fingers. He slid them along my slit teasing the fabric before pushing it aside plunging two thick digits inside. "Fuck so ready" he groaned pumping slow curling to hit that spot. "This pussy's dripping for me. Beg for it Jess. Tell Daddy what you need." "Your cock Daddy" I gasped rocking against his hand. "That huge thick cock stretching me wide. Fuck me harder make me scream."

"Feel this." His fingers brushed against my wetness and we both groaned. "Do you feel how wet I am?" I breathed, my eyes locked on his. "Feel how I'm dripping? That's for you, Richard. All for you. I'm craving you. Craving Daddy to touch me. To fill me. To ruin me." The word 'Daddy' made his eyes go black with lust, but he still held himself rigid, fighting it. "You're my son's wife," he said, but it sounded hollow and desperate.

he whispered, his fingers teasing the hem of the shirt. “Fuck, wet for daddy, already?” He didn’t give me a chance to respond. He slipped two fingers under the fabric, rubbing slow circles over my clit. “Yes… Daddy…I am wet for you.” “You have been like this for a week, haven’t you? Needy little thing, waiting for Dad’s fucking touch, hnn?” I screamed when he pinched my nipple through the shirt, my back arching. “Daddy…”