Wet Daddy Novels & Stories

“So wet, Daddy. I can feel it dripping down my thighs.” His eyes darkened further. He finally slid two thick fingers between my legs, parting my smooth, swollen folds with deliberate slowness. The moment his fingertips brushed my slick entrance, a needy whimper escaped my throat. I was soaked, embarrassingly so. My juices coated his fingers instantly as he explored me, gliding up to circle my swollen clit with teasing pressure. “Fuck, sweetheart,” he groaned, the curse sounding filthy coming from his mouth. “You’re dripping for me. Your little pussy is soaking wet just from your Daddy touching your tits. That boy last night… did he make you this wet?”

“Beg Daddy to touch you properly.” “Please, Daddy,” I whispered, my voice shaking. “Please touch me. Please use me. I need your fingers, I need your cock. I’m so wet for you.” Daniel smiled like he was happy with my begging. He pulled me up, sat me on the couch, and spread my legs very wide. He buried his face between my thighs and ate my pussy like a hungry man. His tongue was warm and licked my clit fast, pushing his tongue inside me. I held his head tight and moaned loudly. It felt so good I thought I would die.

“You hear how wet you are for me, baby? You’re dripping down my balls like a good little whore. This is what you needed, isn’t it? Waking up and getting your cunt ruined by Daddy’s cock.” “Yes—yes, Daddy!” she sobbed, her hands braced on my chest as she tried to match my rhythm, her nails digging into my skin. “I needed you so bad… I love how you fuck me. Harder—please, I can take it. Wreck my pussy, Daddy!”

HADES I slipped one hand under her dress, my fingers tracing up her inner thigh. I widened her stance with my leg, pressing my knee between hers to spread her open. My palm cupped her soaked pussy through the lace panties, feeling the scorching heat and wetness there. I rubbed slow, teasing circles over her clit but didn’t push inside. Not yet. I wanted her aching. Desperate. “So fucking wet, princess,” I murmured against her ear, rubbing firmly. “Your pussy is crying for Daddy’s cock like a desperate little slut." I pressed two fingers against her entrance through the lace, teasing her

I could see it now—the outline of his cock straining against his sleep pants, the dark spot where he was leaking, the way the fabric tented obscenely. “You want more than my fingers, don’t you Daddy?” I whispered hotly. “Don’t say things like that. Fuck,” He groaned, and then cursed. “But, you’re so wet, Daddy,” I kept my voice low, teasing, filthy. Pressing my thumb against the head again, feeling even more wetness seep through. My eyes were focused on Daddy’s face which was contorted with pleasure he was trying so hard to fight. “Is this all for me? Have you been this hard every night? Lying next to me, leaking into your pants, desperate to be inside me?”

“How wet are you for me?” “S-So, sooo wet,” I stammer. “Good girl. Are you going to cum all over daddy’s cock?” “Yes.” “Yes, what?” “Yes, daddy.” As soon as the words leave my mouth, a flare of bliss ricochets through my body. “I’m going to cum,” I whisper. He groans, “Fuck, you look so hot with my cock stuffed in your ass. I’m going to fill you up completely. You’re going to be leaking with daddy’s cum all day. Do you like that?”

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."

My jaw ached, but the way he groaned above me made my pussy throb harder. He yanked my hair suddenly, and I winced. Instead of hating it, I got wetter. “I want to fuck that pussy of yours,” he said, standing up and letting his huge cock bounce against his hard abs. I moaned without shame. “Please, fuck my wet pussy. I want daddy to fuck me.”

It’s just that I don’t have a lot of men in my life, so I can’t pinpoint exactly where I met him. Jade: I did get wet for you, Daddy; I got so wet that I wanted you to do things to me. I answered sincerely, and I heard a groan from the other side of the line. A moan slipped from my mouth upon hearing that groan. I didn’t know that a voice could make someone this wet. Dark effortlessly makes me wet every time we talk—very wet. I seriously question whether or not this is the norm. Dark: You didn’t answer me, my Minx, and Dark hates repeating himself.

"Yes. Last week when I dropped you off, I saw a middle-aged man, tall, with silvery hair. Looks a lot like my father." Selena stared ahead, her face paled. In her heart, she shouted: "Of course it's your father, David. Because he is Dominic Drake Sebastian. The CEO of the place I work. And... my affair." "Is my Daddy the owner of Drake's company?" David asked again. Selena swallowed. "Hmm... No, I'm not. I'm Mr. CEO's main secretary. Or maybe it's a guest? There are also a lot of clients who come, sometimes they also walk around the management floor."