Im So Wet Daddy Novel Novels & Stories

“You’re so wet, baby girl. Look at you. Your arousal is leaking out.” I am. I can feel it. The wetness coating my inner thighs. Dripping down. “Daddy, please.” He reaches out and runs one finger through my folds. Collecting the wetness. His eyes never leave what he’s doing. A low grunt rumbles from his throat. “This is the most incredible thing I’ve ever seen,” he growls. “Your pretty pink pussy all wet and ready for me. Begging to be touched.” He positions his finger at my entrance. I feel the pressure. The promise of it. My hips tilt toward him on their own.

His hand moved between my thighs, finding me still slick from our earlier round. “You’re still wet for me,” he growled against my mouth. “Even when your mind is fighting me, your body knows who it answers to.” I moaned softly as two thick fingers pushed inside me. He pumped them slowly, deliberately, curling them against that spot that always made me weak. “Daddy…” The word slipped out instinctively. “That’s right,” he praised, voice dark. “I’m still your Daddy. Nothing changes that. Not Isabella. Not the past. Nothing.”

“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?”

Every step rubbed my thighs together, reminding me how wet I already was. At noon, I drove to his building downtown. It was one of those tall glass towers that screamed money. The doorman nodded at me like he knew why I was there. "Mr. Voss is expecting you," he said. The elevator ride up felt endless. My heart pounded. What if this was a mistake? He was my stepdad's best friend. Married. But that bossy smirk of his... it pulled me in. I wanted him to take control. To make me his plaything.

Begging for my daddy Alpha to grip tightly while he'd shove his cock inside my messy hole. I spread my legs apart and touched myself. Of course I was wet. So fucking wet. I had walked into the wing, soiled from only thinking about him. But when I walked out, I was dripping, leaking uncontrollably from his touch. From his sexy green eyes stabbing my entire body. My breath wasn't steady. Not one bit. The way his fingers slapped on my wet lips. So hard I nearly came. The way his mighty cock pressed into me like it could fuck out my lungs if it dared went inside my body.

Daddy knew how to please a woman. "Mmmmmmmm!" Daddy groaned at how wet I was becoming and worked his mouth around pussy like I was a dripping ice cream cone. "Oh my--f-fuck, Daddy... Daddy... I'm gonna--ohhhmmmm!" I winced, squeezing a hand over my mouth because I didn't trust myself to not scream. My twitches became a small seizure as my eyes rolled backward. The intensity of my orgasm worsened as Daddy's lips locked around my clitoris, and I felt the tip of his tongue flick across the tip of me. "Oooohhhmmmmmyyy Goddddmmmmm!" I cried from behind my sweaty palm.

I arched my back as I continued to finger my wet pussy. "Just like that," Daddy purred. Wrapping my other arm around the back of my thighs, I picked up the pace, my moans getting louder. The fire intensified, licking up everything in its trail. "I'm going to cum," I moaned. "Come, baby," he said hoarsely. "Cum for Daddy." I squeezed my eyes shut and came hard, screaming as I squirted all over the bed. I spread my lips for Daddy to see, while my body shook. "Daddy!"

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.

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.”

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!