Im So Wet Daddy Novel Novels & Stories

“I’m your good girl, Daddy.” He groaned, the sound vibrating through his chest into mine. His hand slipped between us, fingers finding me already wet and needy. He stroked me slowly, reverently, never breaking eye contact. “That’s right. So wet for me already. Even after reading her poison. Because you know who you belong to.”

I want to see how wet you are. I reached down, my fingers trembling as I gripped the hem of the white dress. Slowly, agonizingly, I hiked it up, exposing my bare hips and the damp, glistening slit of my pussy. I wasn't wearing any panties... I never did for Big Daddy. I reached down, sliding two fingers into my folds, the wetness making a loud, squelching sound that echoed through the stream. "Mmmph... I'm so soaked," I moaned, my hips beginning to buck instinctively. "I've been thinking about you all day, Big Daddy. I'm such a mess for you."

I moaned loudly, my fingers threading through his hair. He didn’t stop there. He yanked my shorts and panties down in one tug, leaving me completely bare on the counter. His fingers slid between my legs, finding me soaking wet. “So wet already,” he growled, sliding two thick fingers inside me. “Your pussy is dripping for your father-in-law. Ryan could never make you this wet, could he?” “No…” I gasped, hips rocking against his hand as he pumped his fingers deeper, curling them against my G-spot.

"You look so beautiful like this." "Daddy, untie me!" "Not yet." He climbed onto the bed and knelt between my open thighs. His free hand touched my thigh, from my knee, moving up slowly, past my sensitive inner thigh, then stopped at my white lace panties. "You're already wet," he said. I bit my lip. "Yes, daddy. I've been wet since the car." "Because of me?" "Because of daddy..." He moved his index finger along my panties, front to back, slowly, pressing. I felt the pressure on my clitoris, strong enough to make me scream.

He was rough, hungry, almost feral. His hot tongue dragged through my soaked folds in one long, possessive lick, collecting every drop of my cum and juices that had leaked out while I fingered myself. The wet, obscene sound of him lapping at me filled the room. “Oh my fucking God, Daddy!” I cried out, my back arching hard off the bed. He groaned deeply against my cunt, the vibration shooting straight to my core. “Fuck, baby girl… you taste even sweeter than I imagined. So fucking wet and messy for your Daddy.”

Breathing heavily, he pressed his cock right up against my very wet opening and, without a word, he pushed himself inside of me. Just like that, my father started fucking me. And oh my god was it ever hot! The room was hot. My body was hot. The air was thick with humidity and every pore in my body was oozing sweat. But my daddy was inside me and nothing else mattered. The world melted away and all I knew was pleasure. His cock penetrated me, sliding slickly inside my pussy. I was so wet, inside and out, there was literally zero resistance. He just glided in and out as he pumped himself on top of me. It was messy sex, but I didn't care.

“Yes Daddy… I know I have to work hard at school and I cannot act like a slut in the streets… I have to control my urges…!” As I squirmed on the edge of the bed, Daddy noticed all of a sudden that the crotch of my panties was wet. No… they were not just wet, they were soaked. My pussy actually pulsated a little as Daddy was moving in to get a good look. “Kat, why is your pussy so wet?” Daddy disdainfully hooked one finger over the crotch of my thong and yanked it to the side. He saw a red swollen pussy that once again pulsated.

Daddy is nothing like the good fucker you fantasize. In smooth silence, I reach for the medal, unable to completely get my mind off playing my fingers around her wetness, feeling how smooth and thick she comes. The feel of it makes my muscles go rigid. My fingers greedily caress the face, drawing out every drop of her wetness, jealous of my own image. The only thing I want to collect her wetness is my palm. ‘Oh, fuck… Daddy will break you.’ Heavy moans light up my soul. The feel of her wetness drives me nuts. It's warm.

“Daddy… it feels so good… it's stretching me… nngh! I’m so wet for both of you… please use me!” “On the desk, legs wide open like the whore you are,” Daddy commanded. I obeyed instantly, lying back and spreading my thighs obscenely wide, exposing my tender, leaking pussy completely. Both men stood over me, cocks out and hard… Daddy’s familiar thick, veiny long and the dean’s… not very long but thick. Daddy went first. He slammed into my aching pussy with one brutal, possessive thrust, making me scream in raw pleasure. “Fuuuuck, Daddy! Yes… nngh! Fill me deeply! You’re so big!”

“Don’t stop, Daddy.” I whimpered, the name a blasphemy on my lips. I felt myself get impossibly wetter, the slickness coating my fingers, a response to calling my father-in-law “Daddy” that Paul’s name had never once elicited. I kept rubbing my aching, filthy clit with my fingers, moaning the word into the steamy air, just like I always did when my husband’s gentle snores filled the darkness of our bedroom. Dominic Matthews. My fucking father-in-law was the only man whose name could make my cunt clench with a desperate, needy spasm. He was the only one who could make me feel this alive, even if it was only in the twisted, secret theater of my own mind.