I Am Wet Daddy Novels & Stories

” Jackson ~”Daddy's going to spank you. I don't answer. I lean over him and drop forward to lay myself across his lap. He sits and rests one hand in the small of my back. I wiggle my ass a bit, feeling the material of his pants under my bare stomach. I can feel his breath on the skin of my back. Jackson ~”Are you wet baby girl?” I part my legs slightly and feel his finger delve inside me. Jackson ~”God baby girl are you so wet just for me?” Kayley ~”Yes daddy it is just for you.”

Oh my gosh! Oh my goodness! Is this true?! My daddy is eating my p*ssy right now! I was quietly pleasuring myself earlier when he suddenly appeared and was now eagerly eating my sensitive center, which was wet with my juices. Is this the moment I’ve been waiting for? Daddy will claim me already! Oh, yes! I would really like that!

Fresh slick drips down my thighs. Daddy gives me one last cold, almost bored look. “Maybe if you’re still wet and needy tomorrow,” he says, gesturing lazily at Bob’s heavy cock, “I’ll give you the real deal. We’ll have fun…” I shake my head fast, tears already spilling. “I didn’t sign up for this. It’s not part of the play. This is—” “Oh but the fans love it,” Daddy cuts in smoothly. He glances at the camera. “Am I right, guys?”

“Never, Daddy.” “You like it when Daddy touches you?” I swallow, nodding, cuddling closer to him as he fingers me. “You want Daddy all to yourself, is that it?” “Yes, Daddy.” “I just want my little girl to be happy.” The soft-touch starts to make me moan all over again, and I can feel my juices spreading on my thighs. All the skin from my pelvis to halfway down my legs is cool to the air, evaporating and drawing my heat away. I'm soaking wet!

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“I need to feel you. Need to remind myself you’re alive. That you’re mine.” He pulled my shirt over my head and tossed it aside. His mouth found my neck, sucking hard enough to leave marks. I arched into him, gasping. “Daddy…” “That’s right,” he growled, voice dark. “Call me Daddy while I remind you who owns this pretty little body.” He unbuttoned my pants and shoved them down along with my panties. I kicked them off, now completely naked on top of him. His fingers found my already soaked pussy and slid two thick digits inside me without warning.

My hands went to his shoulders, nails digging in as he sucked harder, teeth grazing just enough to make my pussy gush fresh wetness into my panties. He pulled off my nipple with a wet sound, looking up at me with dark eyes. “Call me that again. Say it while you rub that dripping cunt on my cock.” “Daddy,” I breathed, rocking my hips in slow circles, the head of his cock catching against my clit through the layers. “ It feels wrong but I’m so fucking wet for you. My pussy’s aching. I’ve never been this wet for anyone.” His hands dropped to my ass, squeezing and spreading me open so the panties pulled tighter against my holes.

His cock stretched me wide, filling every inch. He held my wrists down, chest pressed to my back, voice in my ear. “Tell me you’ve thought about this.” “Every night.” “Tell me you touched yourself to me.” “Every time I heard your voice downstairs.” He growled. Then he slammed into me. Harder. Rougher. Like he wanted to brand me from the inside. “You like being fucked like this, little slut?” “Yes, Daddy.” His hips stuttered. “You’re gonna be the death of me.”

she teased, grabbing her mat. The door clicked shut, and I found Daddy in his study, typing on his laptop. I leaned against the doorframe, my sundress short and flirty. "Alone at last," I purred. He looked up, eyes darkening. "Isabella, your mom's barely out the driveway." "But she's gone," I countered, sauntering over and perching on his desk. My legs parted just enough to give him a view. "And I'm so wet for you, Daddy. Touch me."

He teased me slowly, circling with maddening gentleness, while his other hand pushed his sweatpants down just enough for him to be free. I felt him - hot, thick, throbbing - press against me. My whole body tensed. “Relax,” he said softly, kissing my shoulder. “Daddy’s got you.” I exhaled shakily. He guided himself with one hand, rubbing the tip slowly along my entrance, using my own wetness to make it easier. “Tell me you want it,” he whispered. “I - I want it.” “Louder.” “I want it, Daddy,” I breathed, voice trembling.