Page 15 of Daddy's Addiction

His gaze drills into me, telling me the questioning isn’t going to stop. “What store?”

My shoulders fall lax. “The drugstore.”

His spine bolts straight and his eyes widen, the darkness in them consumes his pupils and a flutter of trepidation swims in my stomach at his odd reaction. “For what? Are you sick?” The concern in his voice has a lump forming in my throat, and when he places the palm of his hand on my forehead, I practically melt into him like a pathetic little girl needing reassurance. Tears burn my eyes at the thought, so I shake off his hand, refusing to be that person. To be dependent on someone.

“I’m not sick,” I snap and avert my gaze.

But I can feel his eyes on me, and when I look out of the corner of my eye, Tommy studies me for a moment, slowly dragging a finger over his lip as though searching for something. He lowers his tone as if purposely trying an alternative tactic. “Tell me what’s wrong, little girl.”

A whimper escapes my lips, and my cheeks pinken as I clamp my mouth shut in embarrassment at my reaction.

“Jade?” His once again stern voice cuts through my dazed state.

I breathe out a heavy sigh and face him. “I’m on my period if you must know, and I need supplies. I’ve run out.” I dart my eyes away in embarrassment as heat travels over me, and my hot face flushes bright red.

“On your period?” His gaze roams leisurely over my body, making me fidget under his scrutiny, and when he licks those damn lips like a hungry animal, my body reacts wantonly and my panties become damp with arousal.

He clears his throat. “Come on, little girl. Let’s take you to the drugstore.”

He lifts his keys from his pocket and opens the front door, and somehow, I follow him to his blacked-out SUV, wanting to die of embarrassment and ride him all at once.

Jesus.

I’ll just blame my hormones for how much I want to fuck my stepfather.

Tommy

She wanders up the aisle toward the women’s products, and I follow behind like a well-trained dog. Never in my life have I gone shopping with a female. Not even with Justine. And periods are something I avoid. No way do I want to get dragged into that walking nightmare.

Yet, with her, I feel protective. Maybe it’s guilt for not being around? Or the fact she has no one else.

Without thinking, I scoff out loud, and heads turn in my direction. I’m lying to myself and fucking know it. Because every part of me wants Jade and not in a father-daughter way.

Seeing her flush bright red had me wondering how far it goes down when she comes. Does it travel as far as her pussy?

I itch to touch her further; I spent the entire week imagining it.

My cock is raw from how hard I’ve fucked my fist multiple times a day. But nothing comes close to the feel of her skin against mine and the look of innocence on her face while I corrupt her.

When she stops at the tampons, anger surges through me. Does she use those? Does she put them inside her little pussy? She lifts a box from the shelf, and I snatch it from her hand, knocking it to the floor.

Her stunned gaze meets mine.

“Do you use those?” My voice is dark, and she shudders, making me preen with delight. “Do you shove them in your pussy, little girl?”Jesus, I just can’t seem to help myself around her.

Her mouth opens and closes. Then she swallows audibly, making my cock jump in satisfaction.

“Do you have one shoved in your cunt now?” I raise an eyebrow.

She slowly shakes her head, but it does nothing to temper my anger. “Answer me, little girl,” I grit out, as I’m pissed she could be putting things inside her pussy. But more pissed I’m not there to witness it. Fuck, I bet she’s tight. Not like the whores I’m used to.

Her voice is a delicate whisper. “I don’t.”

My shoulders relax. “Good girl. Now, get what you need and let’s go. I need to take care of you.”

Her eyes flutter closed for a moment, and without thinking, I move forward and bring my lips to hers. I place a soft peck on her lips and relish the moan that escapes from her mouth as her body sinks against mine.

“Good girl,” I whisper against her ear, enjoying the shiver that takes over her body at my words and proximity. “Such a good girl for Daddy,” I coo while stroking tenderly over her hair.

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