Wet For Daddy Novels & Stories

Didn’t expect that, did he? “No matter how many times you come, it’s still not enough, is it? Your pussy is greedy for more.” I can hear him rustling behind me as he strips. “Finger yourself. Show me how wet you are.” “Yes, Daddy.” I slip my middle finger into myself. It feels a thousand times better knowing he’s watching. “I’m so wet.”

"Like, a video. Will you show me one tomorrow? I can't just learn through words, I need to see a video if I want to learn more. You don't mind watching a sex video with me, right?" "Of course, not." He quickly said and resumed packing the dishes. I grinned and leaned in, planting a kiss on his cheek. "Thank you for the lesson, I learnt enough. Goodnight, Daddy." I didn't turn, but I felt him freeze, and I felt his eyes burning into my back until I disappeared up the stairs. I've begun this game, and I won't back down until he falls into the trap.

This was simply a man who took what he wanted in life. So distracted that I almost forgot. "I'm wet, Daddy," I said, softly, my voice almost cracking. "I'm glad that tight, sexy pussy's wet, my little slut. It's going to get even wetter - 'cause get a load of this: we're meeting up with a guy who plays with a daughter your age. And her mom is in on it, too." I gulped. My pulse quickened. "And from what he tells about it, those two eat pussy so well that you'll be begging for relief in minutes."

He was rough, hungry, almost feral. His hot tongue dragged through my soaked folds in one long, possessive lick, collecting every drop of my cum and juices that had leaked out while I fingered myself. The wet, obscene sound of him lapping at me filled the room. “Oh my fucking God, Daddy!” I cried out, my back arching hard off the bed. He groaned deeply against my cunt, the vibration shooting straight to my core. “Fuck, baby girl… you taste even sweeter than I imagined. So fucking wet and messy for your Daddy.”

After a short time, he pulled back and gave me a wicked grin and teased, "We named you well, Brooke. You're wet as a river." Never before had a comment both embarrassed me and thrilled me at the same time like Daddy's did. The fact that he knew I was wet, no soaked, was oddly exciting. It was like an out of body experience. I couldn't believe my own father had me pressed to the wall with his insistent fingers probing my super charged, super sodden pussy, but it was really happening. Dad's tongue explored my mouth as his fingers strummed my sex, and I came only seconds later.

"So beautiful and wet for Daddy. Spread those legs, baby girl." I did, wrapping one leg high over his hip, arms around his neck as he lined up that massive cock—long and thick, veined heavy and rock-hard again. "Please, Daddy," I begged needy, water running hot between us. "Slide in me. Fuck me under the water." He growled low, hand light on my throat controlling but gentle, squeezing just enough to make my pulse race. "Look at me," he commanded rough, eyes locking mine possessive. "Tell Daddy how good it feels when I stretch this tight pussy wide."

"He’s different, Lona. He’s independent, runs his own company, and... oh, you’ll see tomorrow. He’s the most masculine man I’ve ever met. I really hope you two get along." Lona’s smile turned crooked, a look that meant everything but getting along. "Don't worry, Mom. I’ll be very good to my new Daddy. I’ll make sure he feels... right at home." "That’s my girl," her mother said, completely oblivious. Lona headed upstairs, her steps light and airy. In her head, she was already picking out her outfit for tomorrow. Something modest enough for Mom, but lethal to any red-blooded man. She couldn't wait to see New Daddy’s life crumble after she laid the trap.

I smiled despite myself. “I need to stop at Yoda,” Mom suddenly announced. “What for?” “I need to buy pasta.” “We have three packs at home.” Dad said. “I know.” “So… why are we buying more?” “Because I want to.” Dad sighed dramatically. “Amanda, we’ve barely picked Sierra up.” “It’ll only take five minutes.” He shot me a helpless glance in the rearview mirror. “See what I live with?” I laughed. “Just drive, Tony.” With the long-suffering patience of a man who had clearly lost this argument many times before, Dad flicked on the indicator and took the next turn toward Yoda Mart.

Calesti POV. "Nu bath, I'm clean," I whine looking at aunty Athena for help, maybe she can save me from meanie daddy who wants to wash me. "I think all littles hate the water brother," aunty says with a chuckle, but I only whine, I don't care, no want to bath. "She can hate it all she wants, she's going in," daddy says from the bathroom in his room, his room is so big, that it includes his own bathroom and a small seating set.

] This message was followed by a cute emoji. Naomi stared at the screen and smiled. Mister Daddy really knew her. Then several messages popped up in the chat box. [Mister Daddy: You were so brave when spending a hundred million dollars to marry me. Why are you so timid now?] [Mister Daddy: No matter what happens in the future, I will be with you. Don’t believe those feudal superstitions! And please don’t give up. Do you hear me?] At this moment, Naomi suddenly recalled their first meeting.