Im So Wet Daddy Novel Novels & Stories

Ava whimpered as I rolled my cock on her pussy lips, lubing my cock with her flowing juice "Always an ocean for Daddy, little doll, you are so wet for Daddy, aren't you?" I groaned, resisting the urge to throw my head back in pleasure as my eyes fixed on our genitals as I rubbed it hard on her pussy entrance "Yes, Daddy, your little doll gets all fucking wet for you." "Who bangs this pussy better and harder?" "Daddy, it's you, I have not fucked anyone else, Daddy, you are my first."

he smiled sweetly and waved me goodbye. It wasn’t long before I heard heavy footsteps down the stairs. Maybe Daddy Damon came down. I immediately ran to the bathroom. “Baby? Keatton?” I’m right. It was Daddy who came down. I immediately opened the shower and poured my body with cold water. He suddenly knocked on the door. I was shocked. He forced the doorknob to turn around, and I locked it. “Are you inside? Why is the door closed? Open it, and I’ll take a bath with you, Baby,” there was a knock on the door. “I'm about to finish, Daddy. Let's take a bath later," I heard him swear, but he nodded. I sighed and cleaned my pussy thoroughly. Although it was painful to touch and very sensitive, I

” Jackson ~”Daddy's going to spank you. I don't answer. I lean over him and drop forward to lay myself across his lap. He sits and rests one hand in the small of my back. I wiggle my ass a bit, feeling the material of his pants under my bare stomach. I can feel his breath on the skin of my back. Jackson ~”Are you wet baby girl?” I part my legs slightly and feel his finger delve inside me. Jackson ~”God baby girl are you so wet just for me?” Kayley ~”Yes daddy it is just for you.”

What daddy wants , daddy gets… I feel my a sudden pool of wetness gather in the middle of my legs , as I think of David as my daddy. I rush over to the bathroom , trying to busy my mind so that I could stop my self from thinking of any thing that makes me think of Dvid and I getting naughty and doing the deed. How ever , no matter how much I tried I could not stop.

I was so wet that my fingers made soft filthy sounds with every movement. I thought about him finally taking me on the living room floor. I thought about how thick he would feel stretching me open. I thought about him telling me to call him Daddy while he fucked me hard. My hips bucked. My breathing turned into broken gasps. “Ahhhhh… Daddy… I am so wet for you… ahhhhh…” The orgasm built low in my belly and then spread outward like fire. My toes curled. My free hand gripped the sheet. I rubbed my clit faster and fucked myself deeper.

"Already so wet for me, huh?" "Yes daddy." I could only moan, I could not even stop the wetness which gushed from my pussy like a river. My panties were beyond destroyed and was currently the bringer of all frustration as it slid against my clit with each thrust he made with his finger. My hands were trembling, the need to come almost bringing me to tears. "Ah...daddy..." I whimpered as he continued his torturous onslaught. "I need you to release me. Please... I want you to fuck me. Daddy, please."

My jaw ached, but the way he groaned above me made my pussy throb harder. He yanked my hair suddenly, and I winced. Instead of hating it, I got wetter. “I want to fuck that pussy of yours,” he said, standing up and letting his huge cock bounce against his hard abs. I moaned without shame. “Please, fuck my wet pussy. I want daddy to fuck me.”

“You’re so fucking wet for me. Your pussy is dripping down your thighs, little dove. All from me spanking that ass and calling you a brat. You begged me for this, didn’t you? You wanted my fingers on you so badly you couldn’t even wait. Tell me how it feels when I touch you like this.” I moaned softly, my hands gripping the edge of the desk tighter. His finger moved slowly through my wetness again, circling my clit just once before sliding back down. The sensation made my legs tremble, and I had to bite my lip to keep from crying out. “It feels so good, daddy,” I said, my voice breathy and shaky. “Please… don’t stop. I’m so wet for you. It aches so much.”

I was so wet from how completely immoral this was, not understanding why the taboo nature of all this turned me on more than anything else. My clit throbbed in time with my pulse, and the adrenaline moving through my veins felt like liquid fire. It burned me from the inside out. When he finally touched my soaked pussy, I groaned and popped my ass up more, angling my pussy so he could get in nice and deep. “My baby girl is so wet for Daddy. Such a dirty little slut.” When he leaned in, covering my back with his hard torso, I moaned, loving his hairy chest against my bare skin.

Chapter Four The rhythm of the affair had become the only reliable constant in the house, and every departure of my mother’s car from the driveway sent the same immediate current through my body. I tracked her shifts with the same quiet precision Daniel did, and the moment the engine faded, the waiting began. Sometimes he found me within minutes. Sometimes the delay stretched until the need had grown so sharp that I paced the hallway outside the guest room with my pulse already heavy between my legs. Either way, the lock turning behind us sealed the rest of the world out and left only the heat of his skin and the heavy stretch of him filling me until there was nothing else.