Page 9 of Daddy's Addiction

His brown eyes flare with hope as he sits forward on the picnic bench. “We could come to your place.” He throws his arm out toward the guys playing basketball.

I groan inside and rub my temple at the thought of having a group of people over at the mansion.

“Come on, Jade. We’ve never been to yours.” He whines, his eyes imploring mine with hope.

I scoff. “Yeah, there’s a reason for that. I don’t have a home, remember?” A pang of hurt hits me square in the chest, but I quickly shake it off, as usual.

Darryl’s eyes fill with sympathy, but it’s gone just as quick. “Right. Orphan, got it.” He taps the table, and Ellie’s and my eyes bug out at his nonchalant words. “Well, you said you’re living with your stepfather this summer, right?”

My heart races, my stomach flips with butterflies, and heat flushes over me at the mention of Tommy. I give him a small nod, hoping he can’t see the need I have inside me for my stepfather bursting to get out.

“So we can just party there.” He shrugs like it’s nothing.

I chew on my lip with uncertainty. Unlike all my friends, I’ve not had a party before, nor had friends over.

But why shouldn’t I have some fun? He has fun.

Tommy told me to stay out of his way, shrugging me off like some inconvenience. Maybe it’s time I became the teenager he expects me to be.

“What were you thinking exactly?” I ask, and he grins like a Cheshire cat.

“Pool, beers, skimpy bikinis.” He smiles while doing a weird dance with his eyebrows. Ellie bursts out laughing, then slaps at his arm in a playful move, but it’s obviously flirty; she practically has hearts in her eyes whenever Darryl is around.

“Okay.” I nod. Excitement builds inside me. “I can do this.”

The table breaks out into a chorus of “Oh yeah” and “Bring it on” while my mind considers which bikini is the skimpiest I own.

I’ll show my stepfather what a little girl can look like. I smirk to myself as I take another sip of my hot chocolate while my plan comes together.

He’s going to wonder what the hell hit him.

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The music is so loud I’m sure the next town over can hear it. Darryl looks hot in his board shorts with his bronzed chest on display. As if he senses my gaze, his eyes lock with mine, and he says something to one of his friends before nodding and bringing the beer bottle to his lips. His Adam’s apple bobs in his throat as he swallows.

“Jesus, he’s so hot.” Ellie groans beside me as I lather another layer of sunscreen onto my shoulders.

“He is.”

“I knew it!” She bounces up and down on her feet, making me giggle at her response. “Seriously, Jade, as much as I’d like to suck face with that hottie”—she throws her thumb over her shoulder—“it’s obvious he’s into you. I say go for it.”

I chew on my lip as I assess Darryl.

Staring off toward the pool, my mind wanders to how Tommy would feel seeing me have a good time with him.

A shadow covers me, and I dart my eyes up to see Darryl grinning down at me. “Fancy a game of volleyball?” He drags a hand through his wet hair. “You can sit on my shoulders.” He smirks, and I smile back at him.

He leans down and offers his hand, but unlike when my skin touches Tommy’s, no goose bumps travel over me and there’re no tingles of excitement as I slip my palm into his. I know the only man I want to touch me is my daddy, and I can’t wait for him to see me play.

Tommy

Loud music wakes me, and for a moment, I forget where I am. My head pulsates with each beat, and I groan in irritation. As I get to my feet, my head spins, and I kick an empty bottle across my bedroom floor. I ignore the thudding vibrations from outside and opt for a piss and then shower to freshen up.

Flicking on the jets, I step into the warm water. My head falls back as I relish in the heat flowing down my body, washing away my heavy head and cleansing my body of the sins from last night.

There’s no denying the way I feel toward my stepdaughter, as my constant solid cock is a reminder in itself. Staring down at it, my fingers twitch to relieve it once again.

Fuck, I bet her lips would feel sensational wrapped around the head, suckling on it like the good little girl I know she can be. Precum leaks from the tip, and yet again, I give in to the overwhelming urge to pleasure myself. I work my cock faster and faster, punishingly in my fist, my balls draw up and with her name dripping from my lips, I slam my palm against the tiles and come with a roar that makes my head fall forward.

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