Page 46 of Daddy's Addiction

I drop to my knees, and he steps closer, unbuckling his belt. Then I slide his zipper down, letting him pull his thick, hard cock from his slacks. The vein protrudes on the side, and I itch to lick it. When his tattooed hands tug his boxers below his balls, I look up into his heady stare. “Lick my balls, little girl. Lick my balls and work that tongue over my thick cock.” I do as he asks, lowering my gaze to concentrate on his sack. I follow the veins, rolling my tongue over the delicate skin and delighting in it, making his hips thrust in approval. His hand finds my hair. Those tattooed fingers grip it so roughly it stings, hurts even.

“Fuck yeah. Like that,” he pants.

I work my way up his solid shaft, the velvety feel beneath my tongue an aphrodisiac, sending bolts of pleasure down my spine and pooling between my legs.

“Mm, good little slut. Take Daddy’s cock in your naughty little mouth.” I glance up to find him staring down at me, those dark orbs of his heavy and full of want and his lips parted in awe. I work my tongue up and over the tip, then suck the head into my mouth, dipping my tongue into the slit. He grunts, thrusting up into me, “Such a good girl. Get it nice and wet.”

Trying my best to swallow him, I bob my head down his cock. “Fuck, yes. Like that,” he breathes out through gritted teeth. “Daddy’s going to fuck this mouth now. Are you ready for me, little girl?”

My eyes meet his and I try to mumble a “yes,” but it comes out garbled, making him chuckle sadistically. Without further warning, he grips my head tighter, pushing me flush against his groin. My hands grip his thighs as I try and pull back, but he doesn’t allow it. Instead, I’m forced to splutter and try to gasp for air, but he ignores me, plunging his length deep into my throat. Choking around him, I’m unable to take it all, but he doesn’t relent as saliva drips from my mouth and tears stream down my face. He holds my head in his palms and fucks me hard, uncaring of my protests and desperation to get air. I panic, trying relentlessly to breathe through my nose as spittle drips onto the floor.

Yet when he begins talking in his deliciously filthy voice, I relax and accept my fate as a hole to fill his cock and ultimately accept his cum. “Fuck, you’re incredible, little girl. A perfect wet hole for Daddy’s cock.” He pulls out, making me gasp for air, before slamming back inside without giving me a chance to breathe it in. “That’s it, choke on it. Choke on Daddy’s thick cock, you little slut.”

My throat hurts with the force of his thrusts, but he doesn’t relent. He holds my head in a viselike grip, using it as he sees fit. Fucking it. “Goddamn, little girl.” His cock swells at the back of my throat, and when I glance up, his eyes roll in ecstasy. “Oh fuck, you’re making Daddy come. Fuck.” His warm cum splashes in my throat before I swallow him down.

Tommy stumbles slightly at the force and has to apply pressure to the back of my head to stay in place. His labored breaths slowly regulate to a steady pace as he slips his cock from me.

“You’ve no idea how fucking beautiful you look right now.” The backs of his fingers graze my cheek lovingly.

“Mine,” he breathes out as our eyes lock.

“Yours,” I reply, knowing that for the rest of our lives, I will always be the cure to his addiction.

Epilogue

Five Months Later...

Jade

Faith nuzzles against my breast as she nurses from me. I stroke over her dark locks, loving the feel of her silky hair between my fingers. When I gave birth to Faith, it was the most incredible day of my life. Tommy was everything I needed him to be: supportive, loving, and powerful. I now see a side of him I hadn’t seen before; he’s controlled and determined to be the perfect father to our daughter while remaining my daddy in the bedroom. Faith was the perfect name for our little girl because I have every ounce of faith in him that he will continue to do us proud.

He’s been running his father’s clubs, and I’m in awe at the way he’s transformed himself for us. He says I’m his new addiction, and I couldn’t be more grateful.

The bedroom door creaks open, and Tommy’s eyes roam over me and then fill with an unadulterated love when they lock onto our daughter, who’s nursing. I glance at the clock and see it’s almost five a.m. He’s late and must be exhausted.

My gaze never leaves his as he slowly peels his clothes from his sculpted body, making heat travel over my own.

I glance down at Faith, wishing her to hurry with her feeding while flicking my eyes over to Tommy. His heavy cock is standing tall as he pulls back the sheets and slides inside. His palm meets my stomach, and he tugs me closer while using his other hand to prop himself up on his elbow and rest his head against his palm, watching me feed her.

“Is she saving some milk for Daddy?” He crooks his eyebrow in question.

I want to whimper at his words but refrain from doing so in our daughter’s presence. Instead, I let her finish feeding before gently removing her from my breast. “Do you want me to take her from you?”

“No, I can manage.” I smile back at Tommy while I adjust my nightie into place and maneuver the sheets to lift her into her crib beside the bed, placing a kiss on her forehead. I smile at the frown forming on her sleepy face.

I slink back beneath the sheets, and before my head touches my pillow, Tommy has a nightie strap down to expose my breast to him.

I know what he wants. He wants my milk too. He wants every part of me.

So I lay my head against the pillow and hold my swollen breast up for him to take. A growl leaves his throat, the sound so feral a whoosh of air escapes my lungs as his mouth finds my nipple roughly.

Tommy sucks hard, making milk surge into his mouth. My fingers tangle in his hair as I hold him into place, loving the bite of pain when his teeth graze the tips, then the hard suckle that follows to release my pleasure. “Oh god, Daddy.”

“Mmm.” His vibrations send flurries of exhilaration to my pussy. “You like Daddy feeding from you, don’t you?” The grip on my breast feels bruising as his mouth devours me, and his body rocks back and forth, thrusting his hard cock against me, proving he’s losing control.

Before I know what’s happening, he pulls away abruptly and straddles my body. His eyes are wild, his body tense, but I know what he wants. Tommy is obsessed with milk play. I push my tits together for him, letting him situate himself between my breasts. “Squeeze your milk out.” His tone is clipped and full of darkness, letting me know he will be brutal with my body.

I do as he commands, squeezing my nipples to allow the flow of my warm milk over his solid cock. He hisses between his teeth. “That’s it, wet Daddy’s cock with your milk, baby girl.” He begins to thrust his hips as my milk flows between us while he cages me in with his hands on either side of my pillow.

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