Im Wet Daddy Novels & Stories

“I need to feel you. Need to remind myself you’re alive. That you’re mine.” He pulled my shirt over my head and tossed it aside. His mouth found my neck, sucking hard enough to leave marks. I arched into him, gasping. “Daddy…” “That’s right,” he growled, voice dark. “Call me Daddy while I remind you who owns this pretty little body.” He unbuttoned my pants and shoved them down along with my panties. I kicked them off, now completely naked on top of him. His fingers found my already soaked pussy and slid two thick digits inside me without warning.

"Mr. Wilson, stop. We can't do this." "What were you begging Daddy for, baby girl?" I bit back a moan. "None of your business." He lowered his head but kept his eyes on me as he pulled my legs down and tossed them over his shoulder. He ran his nose along my slick entrance, and I felt the growl vibrate through me. "So fucking wet. Jesus Christ, Mila, tell me who got you this fucking wet?" "No." "You don't get to tell Daddy no." My eyes widened. "Who said you're my Daddy?"

My throat felt dry. "W-What?" I replied. "Is it hard to answer?" he said. "Do you have a relationship?" I swallowed hard. "None," I answered quickly. "Your dad is my step-father. That's all." His grip on my waist tightened slightly. It didn't hurt, but it was enough to make me nervous. "Are you sure?" he asked. "Yes," I said. "So let me go." I tried to break free, but his arm was tight.

Tina straddled the arm of the couch on my other side, her hand already between my legs, two fingers sliding through my dripping folds. “Oh my god… she’s dripping down cock already. So fucking wet for you, Sir.” Dad’s hand gripped my ass, spreading me open. His cockhead nudged my entrance, hot and slick. “Look at you… so fucking ready to take daddy’s cock like you were made for it.” He pushed in slow—inch by thick inch—stretching me open until I was full, burning and perfect. I cried out, nails digging into his shoulders. “Fuck—Daddy—too big…”

The filthy wet sounds from my drenched p*ssy surprised me . the wet warm fluid coated his fingers as the rest drenched the silky sheets . He smiled devilishly as he inserted his coated inside my mouth. "taste yourself ,you are so amazing Ava ". "He unbuckled his pants . The d*ck print on his briefs clearly showed he was huge. " you are way too big " " I have watched you take bigger d*ldos ". "Those are different " "Show daddy just how much you want him "

"I'm your sweet little slut, Daddy..." "Yeah you are." He rubs his palm over the sting, warm and deliberate, and I push back against his hand and whimper. "My perfect little cupcake. Coming when Daddy calls." Another slap, harder this time, and I bite the sheets. "Did it make your pussy wet? Walking over here in just a coat knowing what I was going to do to you?" "Yes," I sob. "I was wet the whole way here, Daddy—" "Such a dirty baby girl." He slides his hand between my thighs from behind and finds me soaking and slick and pushes two fingers inside me immediately and I cry out loud and raw. "Dripping," he says. "Absolutely dripping. All of this for me?"

I moaned around his cock, the sound muffled and desperate. He pulled out suddenly, wet cum shining on my lips, and hauled me up by the hair until I stood trembling against him. “Say it,” he ordered, voice rough as broken glass. “Scream Daddy and I’ll give you what you’re dripping for.” I laughed, hoarse, wrecked, spit and pre cum shining on my chin. “Five men couldn’t break me,” I whispered, pressing my naked body against his, feeling his cock twitch between us. “You really think you’re different?”

Every step rubbed my thighs together, reminding me how wet I already was. At noon, I drove to his building downtown. It was one of those tall glass towers that screamed money. The doorman nodded at me like he knew why I was there. "Mr. Voss is expecting you," he said. The elevator ride up felt endless. My heart pounded. What if this was a mistake? He was my stepdad's best friend. Married. But that bossy smirk of his... it pulled me in. I wanted him to take control. To make me his plaything.

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."

“Oh my, sweetlips, you’re so wet. Are you ready for Daddy?” I tried nodding, but I couldn’t lift my head up. “Tell me, sweetlips, do you want Daddy to fuck you?” “Yes, Daddy! Oh please daddy! I want you so damn bad!” – I begged, realizing how turned on I was. Daddy kept rubbing his fingers on my pussy, and as I was dripping wet, I heard him unzipping his pants. I knew he was naked behind me, but I couldn’t see him. Then, I felt it: Daddy took his dick and rubbed it all the way from my asshole to my pussy and back again. This was driving me completely insane!