Novel & Cerita Touch Me Daddy

I whimpered when he touched me down there, using his fingertips to draw circles in the perfect spot. “Does that feel good, sweetheart?” he asked, staring into my eyes and watching me devolve into his naughty little slut. “Yes, daddy. Fuck.” “Good girl, moan for daddy.” “Yes sir. I love the way you touch me, daddy. It feels so good.” I said, grinding against him as my mind went blank. I’d never experienced such mind blowing pleasure, and I relaxed into his touch effortlessly.

I cried out, hips bucking. "Daddy, yes! Right there. Don't stop. Please don't stop." He pulled back immediately, blowing cool air on my swollen clit. "What did I say about begging? You cum when I say. Not before." Tears pricked my eyes. "I'm sorry, Daddy. I'll be good. I'll wait. Just... touch me again. Please." He smiled and slid two thick fingers inside me, curling them slow and deep. "That's my girl. Feel that? You're gripping me so tight. This pussy knows who it belongs to now, doesn't it?"

He watches me hungrily while leisurely stroking his cock. “Touch your breasts.” Biting my lip, I reach up and cup my heavy breasts, watching his hand on his cock as I twist and flick, squeeze and roll, until I’m rocking against nothing, my release building back up. “Stop. Now let me see you touch that sweet little pussy, let me see you make yourself come for me.” “Yes, Daddy,” I whimper as I release my breast and trace a hand down my stomach to my center, stroking through the wetness before curling and rubbing my clit.

"But tell me, Isabella, do you want me here? Or should I go back to my cold bed?" I gasped as his fingers brushed the edge of my panties, already damp with my arousal. "No, Daddy, don't go. I... I need you." My voice was breathy, pleading. It wasn't an act; I craved him like air. Ever since that first time, months ago, when he'd caught me touching myself and offered to "help," I'd been hooked. His cock was thick, and perfect, filling me in ways no boy my age ever could.

I want to make daddy see that I can be the girl he needs, the girl that can pleasure him perfectly, that I can be the girl that makes him see stars and touch heaven. “Baby, you gotta...slow down” he says, teeth clenched and breath shuttering as he presses his forehead against mine. I rub at the head of his cock, teasing the slit slowly and feeling the way the rest of him twitches to my touch, my legs press together and he parts them to have better access to my pretty pussy. “There’s my good girl…that's right…take what daddy gives” he encourages and I whimpers, legs shaking harder as he fucks his fingers into my pussy and eyes almost rolls back from his touch.

I could feel my own pussy clenching, getting wet, soaking my panties just from touching him. "Daddy," I sobbed. I was pumping his cock so fast my arm hurt. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry it hurts." "Don't be sorry," he growled. He was moving frantic now. "Just... don't stop. Please, baby. Don't stop touching Daddy's cock." "Daddy… it’s so hot.” I almost sobbed, my hand slick with his pre-cum, sliding up and down his massive, throbbing cock. "It's… it's too big. It's too much."

“You’re so warm,” Tears filled my eyes. The doctors all said I would never know what touch feels like. All the long lists they gave. The complications. My reduced life expectancy. “You’ll have to manage life without it.” they all said. But this man…this man touched me and I felt it. I’m touching him and I can feel it. His thumb swiped over my cheek. I didn’t notice I was crying till he flicked my tears away. When he said my name, I shivered, pressing my thighs together.

“Hold it for me.” I clenched around him, trying to hold back, but the pleasure was too much. My body shook, a scream building in my throat. “Please… Daddy… I can’t…” I begged, tears prickling my eyes. He smiled, a wicked grin. “Okay, baby. Let go.” He slammed into me one final time, deep and hard, his cock hitting the deepest part of me. The vibrator on my clit pulsed wildly, the one on my nipples squeezed tight. I felt the dam break.

I shrieked. “Do you like me sucking your breasts?” he asked, his mouth moving from one breast to the other. “Yes, oh my god, Daddy!” I shrieked as I felt his hands moving downward, his mouth still working my breast, and his hands sliding lower, and I shrieked with anticipation as I pushed my body up. I was still in my panties, and they were soaked with my juice. “Daddy, touch me, oh my god, touch me, I want to be touched by you. Finger my fucking cunt, Daddy,” I screamed. I didn’t care who was listening at that point.

My hand slid to one nipple, and without breaking eye contact, I flicked it with my fingers, pinching it. A sharp pleasure shot through me almost instantly, and I fought the urge to roll my eyes back. Instead, I held his gaze, not understanding where I found the confidence. I slowed my pace, pushing my fingers slowly but firmly, spreading my legs further so he could see how they slipped in and out of my hole. His eyes flickered from mine and darkened as he watched. Feeling even bolder, I whispered the words before my brain could catch up. “Fuck, it feels so good, daddy," I moaned, my voice soft as I pinched the other nipple.