Im So Wet Daddy Novel Novels & Stories

Her hips push into my finger, trying to take more of me, her moans growing. “Dirty girl, what were you dreaming of that made you so fucking wet.” My fingers continue to move. “You, Daddy.” Her words are panted, and she keeps her eyes closed but pushes closer to me. “Me? Tell me what you were seeing.” His fingers push further inside as he adds another. “You fucking me, but with your brothers watching. I was proving to you, Daddy, that I am a dirty girl.” Her wetness now covers my fingers, and I move until I am between her legs. My eyes are on that perfect fucking cunt.

I closed my eyes, and all I could see was the way he licked his lips while staring at my chest, and that massive bulge pressing against his pants while his own wife walked into the house. "Damn it," I muttered out loud, my hand sliding down my wet stomach on its own. I stepped out of the stall, unbothered by the water dripping onto the bathmat. I leaned back against the sink, spreading my legs wide so the cool air hit my sensitive, pulsing center. My pussy was already soaking wet, dripping with a hot mixture of water and my own desire. My fingers trembled as I brought them down between my thighs. The moment my thumb brushed against my swollen clit, a sharp gasp escaped my lips.

I kept reading, moaning louder with every line, “God, Daddy, I’d let you breed me right here… fill this sloppy pussy until it overflows. I’m your filthy slut, edging just like you said—fuck, I’m so close but I won’t cum, I promise.” My fingers plunged in and out faster, making those obscene wet sounds, my juices coating my hand and dripping onto the sheets. I pinched my clit, slapped my pussy lightly, all while staring dead into the lens, showing every desperate expression on my face. “Please approve this, Daddy… tell your little cumslut she did good.” I sent the video off with shaking hands, typing a desperate message: Daddy, I filmed this just for you like a good girl. Watched myself get s

"Mr. Wilson, stop. We can't do this." "What were you begging Daddy for, baby girl?" I bit back a moan. "None of your business." He lowered his head but kept his eyes on me as he pulled my legs down and tossed them over his shoulder. He ran his nose along my slick entrance, and I felt the growl vibrate through me. "So fucking wet. Jesus Christ, Mila, tell me who got you this fucking wet?" "No." "You don't get to tell Daddy no." My eyes widened. "Who said you're my Daddy?"

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.

We lie on the bed. Damon's head is on my chest. My fingers are in his hair. His hair is soft. The rain is loud. "I am happy," he says. "I know." "I am not used to it." "You are getting used to it." "I am trying." "That is enough." He closes his eyes. I watch his face. The rain falls. The world turns. The room is small and warm and full of nothing and everything. --- The rain stops in the evening. The sky clears.

I washed up properly and dried myself before putting on clean clothes. I went back to my room after I was done and opened the novel app on my phone. I scrolled until I found an erotic novel and started reading. I just wanted to keep myself busy until evening. The story was about a rich man who kept a young woman in his house and fucked her whenever he wanted. The scenes were dirty and detailed and every time the man in the book pushed his cock inside the woman I remembered daddy’s picture from yesterday. The thickness. The heavy look of it. The way the head shone.

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.