Page 36 of Daddy's Addiction

My brother watches, leaning against the doorframe with his dark eyes trained on Ellie and his son. I know the wistful look in his eyes because it mirrors mine. My hands flex, desperate to pull Jade into my arms and show her how much I missed her today.

“Did you run into Jenna at the office?” Rafael asks, his dark gaze now focused on me. He glances toward Jade, and I can’t help but feel something is off. I don’t miss Jade’s flinch at the use of Jenna’s name, either.

“Yes,” I bite out. Pissed he’s bringing her up in Jade’s presence, he doesn’t realize the enormity of my anger.

His lip twitches. If his son wasn’t in proximity, I’d put a fist to his cocky face.

“And?” he questions. Once again, it makes me wonder where he’s going with this.

“And nothing.” I shrug nonchalantly.

He drags a finger over his lip as he studies me, and I fucking hate it. Instead, I choose to change the subject.

“How’s the hunt for the nanny going?”

I’m not interested in his quest to find the perfect mother figure for his son. Not when he chose such a poor excuse of a mother for him in the first place.

To be fair, he got little say in it, much like me. But he accepted it, the Mafia life. Embraced it even.

His eyebrows lift in surprise at me knowing about this shit. Honestly, I’m surprised too, but when you have a housekeeper that talks more about my family than I do, some of that shit is bound to sink into my head, no matter how uninterested I appear.

“I think I just found a new nanny.” He nods in Ellie’s direction, making me glare back at him. He throws his head back with a roaring laugh and the girls turn their attention in our direction.

My brother pushes off the wall. “Come on, Oliver, time to go home.”

Oliver makes a grumbling noise as Ellie lowers him to the floor. Disappointment is also clear on her face. “We’re taking Ellie home, don’t worry.” He smirks as he heads toward the door.

“Oh, erm.” Ellie fidgets on the spot. “I guess I’ll speak to you tomorrow, Jade?”

“Sure,” Jade confirms as Ellie follows my brother and nephew through the door.

As soon as the door closes behind them, she turns toward me. “Did you miss me, Daddy?” She drags her tongue over her lip.

“Get the fuck over here and suck me off. I want to see my little girl on her knees for me.”

Jade

“Get the fuck over here and suck me off. I want to see my little girl on her knees for me.” As soon as he says those words, wetness fills my panties and I move without encouragement.

Walking toward him, our eyes hold one another hostage, and I give an extra sway to my hips. His eyes flick down toward my tits but then quickly snap back up to meet mine.

Standing foot to foot, I can feel the tension radiating from him. His muscles are coiled tight beneath his shirt as though he’s fighting with himself.

Slowly, I lower myself to my knees, our eyes remaining connected.

Tommy’s hands scramble to open his belt, as though desperate, and his Adam’s apple slides down his throat when he lowers his zipper and still his eyes are trained on me. He pulls his thick cock from his boxers and gives it a couple of rough pulls before slapping it against my cheek, making me startle in shock. “Open.” He hits my cheek with his cock again.

Watching his pupils darken and dilate, along with the firm grip on his cock, makes me want to please him. I open my mouth wide, expecting his cock to fill it, but then he places his thumb on my teeth and his fingers press on my chin, drawing it open farther while he tips my head back, then leans over me. A noise rumbles from the back of his throat, then I feel the wetness of his spittle dropping into my mouth. “Such a good little whore for Daddy.”

My body vibrates under his approval, and my panties cling to my pussy. One hand moves to my throat and grips it tightly. “Daddy’s going to choke you with his cock, little girl, and when I fill your little whore mouth, you’re going to thank Daddy. Do you understand?”

I gift him with a nod, my mouth still open. I’m already struggling to breathe in the position I’m in with his hand clasped around my throat. “Swallow my spit.” As I try to do as he asks and swallow against his hand, his fingers tighten more and a growl from his chest vibrates between us, filling the air with sheer domination.

He tilts my head up slightly, allowing our eyes to reconnect, then with his free hand, he places the tip of his cock on my tongue, setting it there with a smirk on his handsome face.

Weaving his fingers through my hair, he grips it with a sharp pinch before he plunges his cock forward with no warning. My hands scramble against his thighs in shock at the instant intrusion filling my mouth. Desperately, I try to push him away, but he ignores me, holding my head in place with his hand in my hair, giving me no option but to accept him.

“Fuck, yes. Fight me, little girl. Fight your daddy feeding you his cock.” His hips work quicker, harder, slamming against my face as I struggle to breathe. His thick cock fills my mouth as I choke and splutter, tears flowing and running down my face, my heart racing in panic.

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