Page 16 of Daddy's Addiction

A soft mewl leaves her, and I feel the noise all the way down to my balls. Will she sound like that when I slide inside her too?

I take a step back, gifting her space to make the right decision while blocking her view of the forbidden tampons. She picks up a pack of sanitary pads, and I smile at her in approval while she lowers her head and shakes it mockingly.

“You’re insane, Tommy.” She blows out a breath as she turns and walks toward the counter. I catch up with her in a few strides, take the pads from her, and gift her ass with a tight squeeze.

“That’s Daddy to you, little girl.” I wink at her as I push past and make my way to pay.

I’m prepared to do whatever it takes to look after what is becoming abundantly clear. Mine. My little girl.

ChapterEight

Tommy

As soon as we return home, I send Jade upstairs for a bath while I make her a smoothie and fill a plate with sweet treats.

Never in my life have I dealt with a woman during her menstruation. So I do some googling to discover what they need. I’m hoping the drink filled with vitamins and other ingredients, along with the treats women crave, is enough to pacify her.

While taking each step, my cock rubs against my pants, making me groan. Fuck, I need to come on her again. It’s the only thing that placates me, if only for a short while.

I seem to have swapped out one addiction for another. Only this one is far sweeter. Far more forbidden and definitely far more rewarding.

Pushing open her bedroom door, her scent wraps around me and makes my body relax—something I only seem to have the ability to do when around her.

Her head pokes up from beneath the frilly pink covers, making me grin at the ridiculousness of them. “You look like a little girl all tucked up in your pretty sheets.”

Her eyes sharpen and her lip curls. “Very funny.”

I place the tray down on the nightstand and revel at the surprise on her face. “Do you need anything else?”

She shakes her head. “No. Thank you.”

“Do you need pain relief?” I raise my eyebrow as I stand over her.

“No. It only hurts a little.”

I give her a nod, and she takes a drink of the smoothie while I walk around the opposite side of the bed. She turns her head over her shoulder, and her mouth falls open when I tug my T-shirt over my head, revealing my solid abs. After placing the drink back on the dresser, she turns to face me, and the feel of her gaze on me has electricity shooting through my veins and my cock thickening.

I’m confident in my body. I might be an addict, but I keep myself toned, and tattoos cover my torso down to the sculptedV. Her eyes widen further, making me chuckle as I lower my jeans while standing before her in only my boxers with the tip of my cock peeking out the top of my waistband.

She swallows and darts her eyes away, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

“T-Tommy, wh-what are you doing?” She grips the comforter in a ball, and her knuckles whiten as she tugs it toward her chest, as though nervous and wanting to cover herself.

I smile at her, unperturbed, climb onto the bed, and pull the comforter from her enough to allow me access to slide beneath.

“I’m going to look after you,” I tell her truthfully. The thought of taking care of her makes my body swell with pride and my cock leak with joy.

Before now, any form of responsibility wasn’t even an option for me. I point-blank denied it.

She refuses to look at me, making me choke on a laugh at her innocence as I rest my head against the pillow. “Switch the light off and go to sleep, Jade.” My husky voice makes her shiver, but I don’t have to ask her twice. She quickly leans over the nightstand and fumbles with the switch as she turns the light off before rolling onto her side and facing away from me.

The light from beneath the bathroom door illuminates the room, allowing me to see her. With a heavy sigh, I roll onto my side to face her and tug her sharply against me, my chest to her back. I grind my hard cock against her perky little ass, making her freeze.

“Tommy?” she whispers.

Anger at the use of my name prickles my skin. How she can so easily flit between Daddy and Tommy, whereas I’m stuck with Daddy playing over and over in my head, making me in-fucking-sane with need for her.

I wind an arm beneath the pillow, trailing it up toward her throat, where I grip it. “Stop with the Tommy. You know how much you like calling me Daddy, and you know how much I like to hear it.” Her chest rises and falls rapidly, and her skin heats beneath my hand as her pulse races.

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