Im So Wet Daddy Novel Novels & Stories

I shivered at the sensation, at the sight of it marking me. Mr. Smith….Daddy, didn’t let me close my legs. He kept them spread with his big hands on my knees, eyes fixed between them like he was admiring his work. “Look at that mess,” he murmured, voice still rough from his release. “Daddy filled you up good, didn’t he?” I couldn’t speak. Just nodded, cheeks burning, thighs trembling. He reached down, scooped a finger through the sticky wetness leaking out of me, then brought it to my lips.

She really was soaked — shiny wetness coating her folds and inner thighs. I stared like a man possessed. She looked so fucking sweet and tiny down there. So untouched. So mine. Without thinking, I reached out and used two fingers to gently spread her delicate lips apart. A thick string of her wetness stretched between them. She was dripping. “Is this really because of me?” I asked thickly, clenching my fists so I don't rub my throbbing cock. Heat flooded her cheeks as she nodded shyly. “Yes, Daddy… You always make this part of me so wet.”

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.

The pain turned into delicious heat between my legs. “You are dripping already,” he said while sliding his fingers along my wet folds. “Your guilt makes you wetter. Tell me how much you need Daddy’s cock.” I pushed back against his hand and moaned. “Please fuck me hard, Daddy. Stretch your dirty little secret with that thick cock. I need it so deep I cannot think about Jake anymore.”

“So wet, Daddy. I can feel it dripping down my thighs.” His eyes darkened further. He finally slid two thick fingers between my legs, parting my smooth, swollen folds with deliberate slowness. The moment his fingertips brushed my slick entrance, a needy whimper escaped my throat. I was soaked, embarrassingly so. My juices coated his fingers instantly as he explored me, gliding up to circle my swollen clit with teasing pressure. “Fuck, sweetheart,” he groaned, the curse sounding filthy coming from his mouth. “You’re dripping for me. Your little pussy is soaking wet just from your Daddy touching your tits. That boy last night… did he make you this wet?”

Wet And Ready For My Stepdaddy 2 Oh my god… I can’t believe this is really happening. My body is still trembling from the most intense orgasm of my life. Dean’s mouth my stepfather’s mouth just made me come so hard I saw stars. My pussy is still pulsing, dripping wetter than ever, and instead of feeling guilty, all I feel is desperate need for more. I’ve fantasized about this moment for so long, touching myself in secret while imagining his hands, his tongue, his cock… and now he’s here, looking at me like he wants to devour me completely.

he growled, pushing just the wide, thick head inside me, just the tip and stopping. I whined, tried to push back, tried to take more, but he held me pinned still, his hands like iron on my hips. “So tight. So wet. So desperate to be filled by your Daddy. You know how wrong this is? You know if anyone found out… if your mom walked in right now and saw me about to split her daughter open with my cock… what would she say? What would she think of her perfect little girl, lying here spread wide, dripping and begging for her stepfather’s cum?”

Every time he shifted to point at the screen, his biceps flexed under the fabric, and I had to bite my lip to stop myself from whimpering. Mom was gone. Two whole weeks. Just me and Daddy alone in this big house. Every filthy fantasy I’d ever had was finally within reach. But God… it was so wrong. He was my real father. The man who raised me. And here I was, soaking through my tiny pink panties, my clit throbbing painfully while he tried to help me with my laptop. What kind of daughter gets this wet for her own Daddy? What kind of daughter has spent years fingering her tight little cunt pretending it was him?

i quickly said sorry and told him i brought his juice before leaving his room with my heart pounding in my chest and my pussy so wet that i can feel it dripping . I ran all the way to my room, i quickly lock the door before striping myself and rush to climb my bed, i laid on my back before i raise up my legs so i will be able to touch myself properly, i imagine my dad fingers in my pussy as i insert two of my fingers and begin's to fuck my self, imagine his long and straight fingers pleasure me till i scream his name,, "Ahhh..uhmmm"

“And so wet.” “Daddy.” I whimpered, feeling a man’s fingers on my clit for the first time. He grabbed a handful of my hair with one hand, forcing me to stare into his eyes. “You’re going to give me that tight little pussy, and you’re not going to tell anyone about it.” “Yes daddy.”