Im So Wet Daddy Novel Novels & Stories

But instead, my body is getting wet for him again. Daddy noticed immediately. A low, satisfied sound rumbled in his chest as his fingers slid through my folds. “Even now,” he murmured, pushing two thick fingers inside me, “you’re soaked for Daddy. Your mind fights me, but your body knows who it belongs to.” I moaned softly, hips rocking against his hand despite myself. “Daddy… this is so wrong,” I sobbed. “She was my mother. She loved me. And I’m here letting you fuck me while carrying your baby…”

Daddy’s voice was low and terrifyingly calm. “Didn’t I tell you not to touch yourself, Dove?” The hot water continued pouring over both of us. My heart hammered wildly. My pussy fluttered traitorously around my frozen fingers. I was so close to the edge it hurt. Daddy stood there, towering and drenched, waiting for my answer while his eyes slowly dragged down my naked, trembling body. I had no idea what he was going to do next. But deep down, some broken, addicted part of me couldn’t wait to find out.

“You’re supposed to be working. Not staring at your ward’s underwear.” “Ward?” he sent back. “You stopped feeling like a ward the second you asked me to teach you how to fuck.” The words hit hot. I squeezed my legs tighter, breath shallow. Another text popped up. “Tell me you’re not wet right now.” I was. So wet it was embarrassing. I started typing back—“What if I am? What would you do about it?”—when Sophia’s hand shot out and snatched the phone from my lap. “What’s got you grinning like that?” she asked, already tapping the screen.

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.

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.

He licked, sucked, and nibbled until both nipples were swollen and aching. His free hand slid under my skirt and pushed my soaked panties aside. Thick fingers rubbed along my slippery folds. “Fuck, you are drenched,” he groaned against my tit. “This little college pussy is soaked for a stranger almost twice your age. Tell me how wet you are, baby.” “So wet, Daddy,” I whimpered as one thick finger pushed inside me. “I have never been this turned on. Your voice… your hands… ahhh!” He added a second finger and started pumping them deep, curling them perfectly against my inner walls while his thumb found my clit.

I grunted feeling the fullness in my stomach and I flinched when I felt the poke on my poleste. I'm gonna cum! N-no I can't! “Ahhh! Daddy!” I moaned instead, turning the remote to the highest. Kai gasped, his tongue sticking out, his eyes rolled back as his body arched up. Daddy slammed deep inside, my legs trembled and my toes curled. My tongue stuck out as I swayed on Kai's chest from the force of Daddy's slam. “P-please!” Kai yelped. Daddy grabbed my hair pinning me down as his pace quickened. “I- I can't take it! E-easy!”

The combination of sensations was overwhelming—the fullness in my ass, the pleasure from my clit, the taboo thrill of finally being completely claimed. "Touch your pussy," he commanded. "Feel how wet you are from getting your ass fucked." I slid my hand between my legs. I was soaked, my arousal coating my fingers, dripping onto the desk. "So wet," I moaned. "God, Daddy, I'm so wet—" "Because you're a dirty anal slut who loves having her ass fucked. Aren't you?" "Yes, Daddy! I'm your anal slut—" "That's right. And you're going to come like this. Come with my cock buried in your ass."

“You hear how wet you are for me, baby? You’re dripping down my balls like a good little whore. This is what you needed, isn’t it? Waking up and getting your cunt ruined by Daddy’s cock.” “Yes—yes, Daddy!” she sobbed, her hands braced on my chest as she tried to match my rhythm, her nails digging into my skin. “I needed you so bad… I love how you fuck me. Harder—please, I can take it. Wreck my pussy, Daddy!”

growled dirty. Dropped wet kisses on neck, buried face between thighs bent over counter. Tongue battled core, sucking. Intoxicated; grasped breast, moaned hushed. "Ahhh... don't stop... here?" Wide quiet scream. Saliva sprinkled, mouthed pussy, sucked. "Oh yea... ageeeeghhhh... hhhh." Fluid more, fingers through two pounding rough. "Harder... harder brother's fingers!" Arched subtle. Deeper pumps. "Aaaaaaa..... hhhhh!" Muffled climax, he licked clean.