Im Wet Daddy Novels & Stories

I could hear the slippery sound of my wetness every time he drove back into me. “I…I…I’m gonna cum!” My words broke, my hands shook. He pulled his tongue out and replaced it with two of his fingers. “Cum for me, sunshine. Cum for daddy.” He moaned and placed a kiss on my back. His words sent me over the edge and I couldn’t hold it in anymore. I broke out a in a big wave that sent a chuckle out my of him. “Good girl.” He murmured and spanked me gently. “Step up.” He orders and I did so, with him following suit.

There won’t be going back from it because I need it. I didn’t finish myself off yesterday after he left for reasons wild and also unknown to me. I wanted to feel the pressure. The intense need to chase something so close yet out of reach. I could have used my vibrator to get off but I couldn’t. I lay there with my pussy soaking wet at the thought of my alpha. My mate. My best friend’s father. My first mate’s daddy.

I tried to holler quietly, but it came muffled. He increased pace, cock pounding my throat deeper, gagging me sweet. "Dirty slut... sucking best brother while your best friend is watching a movie. Anytime use, tits out jiggling for me." Dropped wet kisses? No—his hand trailed down, pinching my exposed boob, jiggling it hard while I sucked. But then—Mia's voice from the living room: "Jax? Lila? Water?" Footsteps. Panic surged. He pulled his cock from my mouth with a wet pop, cum stringing my lips. Zipped fast, stepping to the sink like nothing. I rose, wiping my mouth, pulling the dress up hasty, boobs tucked, the bra still unhook loose.

The water poured over us both making everything slick. His body pressed against mine his cock already hard and pressing into my thigh. He broke the kiss just enough to growl, “You're mine kitten. Daddy wants you so bad” “Daddy,” I whispered my hands sliding up his wet chest. “I… we can’t' “I want you” he said his fingers digging into my hips. “And tell me you don’t want this cock, dirty little girl? I nodded biting my lip. “Yes, Daddy… fuck! I want it”

Every time he shifted to point at the screen, his biceps flexed under the fabric, and I had to bite my lip to stop myself from whimpering. Mom was gone. Two whole weeks. Just me and Daddy alone in this big house. Every filthy fantasy I’d ever had was finally within reach. But God… it was so wrong. He was my real father. The man who raised me. And here I was, soaking through my tiny pink panties, my clit throbbing painfully while he tried to help me with my laptop. What kind of daughter gets this wet for her own Daddy? What kind of daughter has spent years fingering her tight little cunt pretending it was him?

Imagined him watching me like this, calling me his filthy little stepdaughter whore. “Cum for me, you dirty bitch,” Daddy growled in the video. The woman shattered. She squirted hard, clear fluid spraying around the cock still hammering her. The man roared and slammed deep, pumping load after load into her overflowing cunt. Cum leaked out in thick white rivulets as he kept thrusting through his orgasm. I was so close. My hips bucked against my hand. My breath came in short, desperate gasps. “Daddy…” I whispered, not even realizing I’d said it out loud.

“Tell Daddy how bad you need this dick.” My face burned but the words just spilled out. “I need it, Daddy. Please. I’m so fucking wet for you already.” He pushed in one slow, thick inch and I gasped, my walls stretching around him. God, he was big. Bigger than anything I’d ever had. The burn was sharp and perfect at the same time. “More,” I whimpered, nails digging into his shoulders. “Don’t tease me.” He gave me another inch, then another, eyes locked on my face like he was watching every reaction.

My ass was in the air as he growled his words out, " Tell our baby to plug his ears. Daddy is going to make Mommy dirty now." Although the words were supposed to tempt me, a sweet smile tugged on my lips. At least he was recognizing the baby now. With a harsh push, he slid inside me, cursing on my back, " So fucking wet. Dirty girl! You have a mate but you are wet for me, huh?" I blushed hard before muttering back, " You are..my master too.." He replied pushups so deep that they hit my G-spot, " And your baby's daddy."

My clit throbbed just from the way he teased me, and I let out a soft moan, my hips tilting up on their own. “You’re still so wet for me,” he murmured, his voice thick and low as he kept rubbing his cock against my pussy. “Even after everything. Such a good girl, taking all of that for Daddy. Look at this pretty pussy, dripping all over my cock like it can’t get enough. You’re soaking me already, little dove. Feel how wet you are? This tight little cunt is begging for it.” I bit my lip harder, watching his face as he looked down between us. My breath came out shaky. “Yes, Daddy,” I whispered, my voice soft but honest. “I’m so wet for you. Please… put it in. I need your cock inside me.”

I cried, tears springing to my eyes. “And now?” His thrusts got harder, brutal. “What’s inside you now?” “Y-you!” I screamed, nails scraping the marble. “It’s you, Daddy! It’s only you!” He grabbed a handful of whipped cream from the counter, smeared it over my ass, then spanked me so hard the sound cracked like a whip. The cream splattered, sticky and obscene, as he growled low: “Good girl. My filthy little kitchen slut.” My climax hit sharp and sudden, ripping through me in waves so violent my knees buckled. He held me up, fucking me through it, until his own release spilled hot and messy inside me.