Im So Wet Daddy Novel Novels & Stories

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.

“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 imagined him standing behind me right now, his hard body pressed against my back, his thick cock rubbing against my ass while his hand replaced mine between my legs. “You’re so fucking wet for me, Elena…” The forbidden thought made my pussy clench hard around my fingers. I was dripping down my thighs now, my robe completely open, legs spread wide on the edge of the bed. Shame burned in my cheeks, but it only made me wetter. I fucked myself furiously, chasing the building pressure, my mind flooded with images of my stepson’s muscles, his hands, his mouth on my neck, his cock stretching me open in ways his father no longer could.

Blurb. Daddy’s Dirty Secrets is a collection of stories where temptation never knocks—it walks straight in. Every tale explores the thrill of forbidden attraction, dangerous choices, hidden affairs, and desires too powerful to ignore. Here, love isn’t always innocent, heroes aren’t always good, and the lines between right and wrong blur with every stolen moment. Whether it’s a ruthless billionaire guarding more than his fortune, a mafia king with a dangerous obsession, an alpha who refuses to let go, or strangers whose lives collide at exactly the wrong time, every story offers a new escape into a world where passion and consequences go hand in hand. No two stories are alike, but th

“You exist for my cock now. Understand?” “Yes, Daddy— I’m your slut— ahhh— fuck me harder!” Sophia screamed in pleasure. Mr. Voss fucked her for a long time, switching positions, using her body relentlessly — bending her over the couch, making her ride him while choking her, spanking her tits and ass red. He finally came deep inside her with a loud groan, filling her pussy with thick ropes of cum. Sophia lay there spent, covered in marks, cum leaking from her well-used pussy, ready for her new life as his personal office slut.

His gaze flicked down to my dick ready to spill any liquid the moment I go faster than this. I moaned, as his hips snapped meeting me on the same thrust. His gaze darkened, even under the sun light that reflected into the room. I could still see his face as our bodies collided, thrust for thrust sending a feral sound to my lips. “Do you want my cum, daddy?” I asked him, preparing myself to splutter all my cum into his face. “Yes,” that was all I needed to know, as I pulled away from his cock as I climbed up his body, facing my dick in front of his face.

That first touch sends a jolt through me, and I can already feel myself becoming wetter. “More…” I buck my hips into his hand wanting more…wanting everything. “Shh, daddy knows what you need, Baby Dolly.” My pussy clenches at his words and he feels it because he smirks down at me and says, “You like that? You like being in your daddy’s bed? I knew you were a dirty little girl.” “Yes…” It’s so wrong, and I should be disgusted, but fuck if the sinfulness and fuckedupness doesn’t make me want it more.

I almost swiped my tongue over my screen because I'm such a fucking whore for a man. “Baby…” He moaned as he stroked further, my eyes locked on my screen for dear life as my fingers hovered around my aching, swollen clit. “Yes Daddy?” I batted my lashes at him. No matter how many times we fuck, I could never get tired. “Say my name. Moan my name.” “Daneee….” I moaned, because I really wanted to, because I touched my clit and a sensation hit me, as though he was the one touching it.

He didn't pick up his things, he just headed for his bathroom, the office had a bathroom, that's what mansions do, leaving me there, feeling like a used up slut. I was smiling, licking my fingers, and giggling as finally I tasted Daddy's cock, and it was just as I had imagined, but even better. Mom has to forgive me because now I won't be cumming to videos; I'll be cumming to his cock. *** •Author's Note• There's a full still ongoing book of Gerald and Zoe's story; it's titled ‘FUCK ME, DADDY’ erotica but with a thicker plot. You can add it up and follow their story. Oh, and vote, my people. Vote!

A soft gasp escaped her lips as Chloe jolted awake. Harvey Fletcher, Rachel’s dad and her father’s closest friend, was the last person she should want to think about like this. But she did. Her sheets twisted around her legs, and her skin felt warm as beads of sweat dripped down her forehead. It was a dream, no doubt, but the wetness between her legs was real. Chloe got up and slipped out of the bed. She refused to look back at the sheets, as if they might accuse her of something.