Novel & Cerita Im So Wet Daddy Novel

I was certain she would be pretty damn shocked, but she would definitely support me, but right now that wasn’t the most important thing. “My new stepfather’s brother was present.” I say slowly, deciding to just spill my guts. “And…” I continue and wait while Gabrielle watches me, her eyes urging me to go forward. “It was him.” Growing quiet, I wait while my friend stares at me, her eyes filled with confusion and when she cocks her head to the side and waits, I bury my face in my hands. “That man from that night,” I say, my frustration bubbling over. “The one that I fucked for truth or dare. He’s my stepfather’s brother and my new step-uncle.”

I cried out, gasping, the back of my head thumping weakly against the counter as he repeated that again and again, until my legs began to shake hard, the wet sound of each slap echoing through the room. "Fuck!" I cried out loudly, trying but failing to move away. "Such a fucking slut, look at how this damn pussy is growing even wetter." He spat, clicking his tongue, then his hand flew to my neck, holding me tight without choking me, as held his three fingers before my face. "See how wet you are?" He asked lowly into my ear and I moaned as I shuddered hard underneath him. "Daddy." I whispered, gasping when his hard cock grinded once my ass. "Fuck me, please."

This position let him go impossibly deeper. “Fuck! Too deep, Daddy!” I moaned, my eyes watering. “You can take it,” he snarled. He choked me again, harder this time, and pounded me like a machine. The dryer shook violently under us. My tits bounced wildly with every savage thrust. He leaned down and bit my neck, then my shoulder, marking me. “Your mom has no idea what a slut her daughter is. Letting me fuck her raw every day.” I came again, even harder. My whole body convulsed as I squirted a little around his cock. That seemed to drive him crazy.

"I'm your sweet little slut, Daddy..." "Yeah you are." He rubs his palm over the sting, warm and deliberate, and I push back against his hand and whimper. "My perfect little cupcake. Coming when Daddy calls." Another slap, harder this time, and I bite the sheets. "Did it make your pussy wet? Walking over here in just a coat knowing what I was going to do to you?" "Yes," I sob. "I was wet the whole way here, Daddy—" "Such a dirty baby girl." He slides his hand between my thighs from behind and finds me soaking and slick and pushes two fingers inside me immediately and I cry out loud and raw. "Dripping," he says. "Absolutely dripping. All of this for me?"

Breath ragged against his palm. He slowed. Edged me. Pulled out right when I was about to tip over. I sobbed—quiet, frustrated—hips pushing back chasing him. He pushed back in. Fucked me hard. Fast. “Beg,” he growled. “Please,” I gasped against his hand. “Please, Daddy, don’t stop.” He groaned. Thrust deeper. Fingers rubbing my clit fast. I came again. Hard. Body convulsing. Pussy spasming around him. Wetness soaking the sheets.

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?”

“It’s dark. No one can see inside the car.” I feel her wide eyes on me. Such a delicious shock. “But I…” “But you what?” “I don’t know…” she admits. “It feels…” “Dirty,” I tell her. “Daddy’s feeling dirty right now, sweetheart. Daddy wants to take his little girl home and bury his cock in her pretty little cunt.” A pause, and then I hear the zipper on her jeans. “Good girl.” My balls tighten. “Make yourself nice and wet for Daddy. Tell him how it feels.”

' 'Yes Daddy. 'Say it baby, tell Daddy.' 'He wanted me to suck his cock. So I did a little. We didn't really have much time though.' Daddy slipped his hand inside my underwear and started playing with the lips around my pussy. 'You're wet baby. I can tell you've been out being a dirty slut. Keep telling me what you've done.' In truth it was my Daddy making my pussy wet. It wasn't right, but the way he rubbed my pussy made me more horny and wet than Trent ever had. I could feel his cock in a bulge inside his pants. I wondered what it would look like.

“It’s dark. No one can see inside the car.” I feel her wide eyes on me. Such a delicious shock. “But I…” “But you what?” “I don’t know…” she admits. “It feels…” “Dirty,” I tell her. “Daddy’s feeling dirty right now, sweetheart. Daddy wants to take his little girl home and bury his cock in her pretty little cunt.” A pause, and then I hear the zipper on her jeans. “Good girl.” My balls tighten. “Make yourself nice and wet for Daddy. Tell him how it feels.”

“Say it. Tell me how wet you are for me.” “I… I’m so wet… please… Daddy… I need you… I’m yours…” I gasped, my voice trembling, my body practically melting under him. He chuckled, low and dark, the vibration rolling straight through my core as he licked and sucked harder, sliding his tongue along the tip of my clit and plunging back inside me, tasting every drop. “You’re such a filthy little girl… so desperate… so needy,” he hissed, his hand sliding between my legs, spreading me wider as he kept eating me out. “You like being ruined by me, don’t you?”