Daddy’s Plaything

So Wet For Daddy…

Marina.

The afternoon dragged in agonizing anticipation. Gina flitted around downstairs, finalizing picnic details, while I prepared myself like an offering. I chose a tiny denim skirt that rode so high it barely skimmed the lower curve of my ass, and a thin top that put my hard n*****s on full display. No bra and no panties.

Let him see the needy, shameless thing he’d created.

When the knock came, my heart slammed against my ribs.

“It’s open,” I called, voice trembling.

James stepped inside and the room instantly felt smaller, hotter, charged. His sleeves were rolled to his elbows, revealing powerful forearms corded with muscle. He was in work pants that hugged the thick ridge of his thighs—and that telltale bulge I already knew too well.

In his hand, he carried a small toolbox. His eyes, dark and unreadable, swept over me, lingering on my hard n*****s and the expanse of my bare legs. The look was brief, but it was enough to make my p***y flood with instant heat. A flicker of something hot and dangerous passing between us.

“Gina said you had a leak.”

“It’s in the bathroom,” I said, my throat tight.

He nodded, his jaw clenched, and walked past me to the bathroom. I watched him intently, following close behind.

He knelt by the sink, broad shoulders stretching his shirt, muscles shifting as he worked.

I leaned against the doorframe, thighs pressed together, watching those big, capable hands twist pipes. The same hands that had gripped my hips hard enough to bruise, that had spread my ass cheeks and held me open while he f****d me raw.

The sight was intoxicating.

Heat pooled low in my belly and my mouth went dry.

My mind began spiraling into a dirty fantasy of his fingers pushing inside me instead. Not one, not two, but three, stretching me, curling in my heat and fixing this ache.

The tap sputtered, coughed, then ran strong and clear.

And I wanted my p***y to rush like that. Gushing for him. I stifled a whimper.

My skin felt too tight, too hot. The air in the bathroom thickened with this filthy, forbidden desire.

“That should do it,” he said, glancing over his shoulder, his voice low and rough.

Our eyes locked.

Just then, Gina’s voice called from downstairs. “Daddy! Mari! I’m running to grab the coolers! I’ll be back soon!”

“Okay!” I shouted back, my eyes glued to James.

A moment later, silence descended, thick and heavy with unspoken need.

James wiped his hands on a rag and slowly stood up, turning to face me. His eyes were no longer unreadable. They were burning with a dark, predatory hunger that made my knees weak.

“Come here,” he ordered, his voice a low growl that vibrated straight to my c**t.

I crossed the tile in one shaky step.

His gaze swept up my bare legs to the hem of my skirt. “Spread your legs.”

A whimper caught in my throat as I obeyed instantly, cool air kissing my slick folds.

He reached out with one hand, sliding up my inner thigh, until his thumb brushed against my dripping p***y. A low groan rumbled in his chest.

“Such a messy little girl. So wet for Daddy.”

He sank onto the bathmat, leaning back against the tub, his face level with my hips.

“Closer and don’t f*****g move.”

Trembling, I stepped forward. He hooked fingers into the waistband of my skirt and yanked it down to my ankles. He didn’t have to tell me what to do next. I kicked it aside and stood bare from the waist down, p***y glistening inches from his mouth.

He gripped my ass cheeks hard, spreading me, pulling me onto his face. “Look at this pretty cunt. Still hungry for me.”

Then he tilted forward and his mouth was on me.

A choked cry tore from my throat as his tongue dragged a long, slow lick from my dripping entrance to my swollen c**t. He sealed his lips around the nub and sucked—hard—while his tongue flicked mercilessly.

My knees buckled and he held me up with iron hands on my thighs, keeping me spread open for his mouth to wreck me.

“Oh Daddy—that feels so f*****g good,” I moaned, fingers tangling in his hair, hips grinding shamelessly against his face.

He growled against me, the vibration ripping through my body as he delved deeper, his tongue plunging inside f*****g me deep and wet, slurping up every part of me like a starving man.

Then one thick finger entered smoothly, curling instantly against my G-spot. I cried out, hips jerking. A second finger joined, stretching me wider, scissoring gently while his mouth returned to my c**t, sucking with punishing rhythm.

Pleasure coiled tight and vicious, my knees buckling. “I’m gonna—Daddy, I’m gonna…”

He pulled off his mouth with a wet pop, his fingers going still. “Not yet.”

I whimpered, grinding desperately against his hand. “Please…”

He began a slow, torturous rhythm with his fingers, in and out, while his thumb took over my c**t, rubbing in tight, dizzying circles. The build-up was even more intense this time, a towering wave of sensation. Just as I was about to lose my head, he stopped again, removing his hands entirely.

My body snapped like wire. “Daddy, please! I need to come! Let me come!”

“Beg properly.”

Tears pricked my eyes as I shook with frustration. “Please, Daddy, let your little slut come. I need it so bad—I’ll be your good girl, I’ll take your c**k anywhere, just please make me come.”

A guttural sound of approval rumbled from him and he slammed three fingers home. I bucked but his mouth was latching on my c**t, sucking and lashing hard with his tongue.

A scream ripped from my throat as white stars exploded behind my eyes. My juices gushed around his knuckles, hot slick flooding his hand, dripping onto the tiles.

He lapped it up greedily, his fingers still pumping deep, dragging the climax out until I was shaking, sobbing, and ready for another orgasm.

“Come for Daddy again. Squirt all over my f*****g face.”

Sensitive and overstimulated, I was helpless. The second wave crashed over me almost immediately, rolling, through my body with heavy shudders. My body seized up. A hot, forceful gush spraying from me, soaking his wrist, his shirt, the floor.

He groaned into my cunt, drinking every drop, the vibration prolonging the shattering pleasure until black spots danced behind my eyes.

The front door slammed downstairs.

“Marina! You ready?” Gina’s cheerful voice floated up.

I jolted.

“f**k. shit.”

James pulled back, wiping his shiny mouth with the back of his hand, his eyes black with lust. He stood, calm as anything, while I scrambled to yank my skirt up on trembling legs. My thighs slick, my p***y fluttering, my face flushed red.

I stumbled into the bedroom just as Gina burst in. “There you are! Everything’s set!”

“Good,” I managed, voice wrecked, avoiding James’s gaze as he emerged from the bathroom, toolbox in hand.

“Tap’s fixed,” he said, evenly.

“Thanks, Daddy!” Gina chirped, slinging our beach bag over her shoulder. “We’re heading out! Don’t wait up!”

As we headed for the door, James’s voice followed calmly.

“I might stop by the beach later. See how things are going.”

Gina beamed. “Sure! You should!”

But his eyes were locked on me. The dark promise in them was unmistakable. He wasn’t coming to check on the picnic. He was coming for me.

To bend me over somewhere hidden, to shove that thick c**k back inside my greedy, dripping cunt, and to make me come again until I forgot my own name.

And God help me… I couldn’t f*****g wait.