Im Wet Daddy Novels & Stories

I arched my back as I continued to finger my wet pussy. "Just like that," Daddy purred. Wrapping my other arm around the back of my thighs, I picked up the pace, my moans getting louder. The fire intensified, licking up everything in its trail. "I'm going to cum," I moaned. "Come, baby," he said hoarsely. "Cum for Daddy." I squeezed my eyes shut and came hard, screaming as I squirted all over the bed. I spread my lips for Daddy to see, while my body shook. "Daddy!"

"I will never deprive my daddy! I... I will never stay away from you! It's all my fault! I should have trusted my daddy more than anyone else! You want me! You want me so much and it was never an act! I know! I know now! I know please... Daddyyyy! Oh fuck! Oh please!" "Whose words are you going to fucking trust from now on?" "Yours, daddy! Yours only!" I cried. "Desperate slut! Cum for daddy!" Those words unleashed a climax that was long due. I let my body accept the pleasure fully and I fell into a violent spasm as the climax rocked me hard. My body stretched and my back arched but I remained firmly strapped all while cumming and squirting my juices with the vibrator still inside of me. I w

Dad still wasn't back, so I had the house to myself. That same evening, I was on the phone with Dane because I don't know what we are doing now, but it's clearly beyond sugar daddy and sugar baby relationship. God. I'm so in love with him. There, I said it. I'm in love with Dane Wright. Isn't that embarrassing? Even before mom had me in denial, I already knew it deep down, I was just afraid to admit it out loud. I love the man to death and I don't want to be saved.

We stayed joined against the counter until our breathing slowed, and then he eased out, and the warm slide of his come leaking onto the tile made my stomach tighten with filthy satisfaction. That same night, after my mother had returned and gone to bed, he came to my room again in the dark. The visit was quieter and more desperate, the risk of her waking only a few doors away making every thrust sharper. He pushed into me from behind while I stayed on my side and the slow deep strokes built until I came with my face pressed into the pillow to muffle the sounds. He filled me again and then stayed inside me until his cock softened, and only then did he ease out and leave me with the evidence o

' 'Yes Daddy. 'Say it baby, tell Daddy.' 'He wanted me to suck his cock. So I did a little. We didn't really have much time though.' Daddy slipped his hand inside my underwear and started playing with the lips around my pussy. 'You're wet baby. I can tell you've been out being a dirty slut. Keep telling me what you've done.' In truth it was my Daddy making my pussy wet. It wasn't right, but the way he rubbed my pussy made me more horny and wet than Trent ever had. I could feel his cock in a bulge inside his pants. I wondered what it would look like.

He teased me slowly, circling with maddening gentleness, while his other hand pushed his sweatpants down just enough for him to be free. I felt him - hot, thick, throbbing - press against me. My whole body tensed. “Relax,” he said softly, kissing my shoulder. “Daddy’s got you.” I exhaled shakily. He guided himself with one hand, rubbing the tip slowly along my entrance, using my own wetness to make it easier. “Tell me you want it,” he whispered. “I - I want it.” “Louder.” “I want it, Daddy,” I breathed, voice trembling.

He whispered. "I... I am sorry, daddy. It... It just feels so good. Your cock feels so good that I just don't want you to stop fucking me..." I could see my own self saying all those words and it made me so much wetter, my juices were all over my thighs. I was so wet that I wondered how I could still feel tight. "Your pussy feels so fucking good too, Daisy..." Holding me firmly with his left arm, daddy let a hand down in between my legs and I shivered as he reached to my clit.

why daddy? 'That's because you’re so fucking hot,' he said, lifting his head, eyes locked on hers. 'I'm gonna make you feel every bit of how perfect you are.' He sucked her clit hard, two fingers thrusting into her, curling to stroke her g-spot. She bucked, tears spilling over. Daddy! I'm... I'm coming!' she cried, pussy clenching around his fingers, juices soaking his hand. He lapped it all up, murmuring, 'That's it, come for me. Let it all out for daddy.'

He was wearing nothing but boxers, stretched out casually next to Joyce, scrolling on his phone. When he saw me, he wasn’t flustered in the slightest. Instead, he deliberately draped one leg over Joyce’s body. "Woah, if it isn't the violent maniac? Joyce already told me that I can live in this house as long as I want, and throw anything that belongs to you away! "I'm her daddy after all, so it's only natural I take care of my daughter." I nodded calmly and walked to the bedside. Then I yanked the blanket away.

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