Page 18 of Daddy's Addiction

“Are you going to let Daddy come inside it?” I kiss her again.

“Oh god.” She whimpers and pushes back against me.

I rest the tip against her hole, my precum gifting it with the perfect amount of lubrication. “Push back on Daddy’s cock and let him put the tip inside. Let him spill his cum inside you. Just a little.” I beg, trying to refrain from sinking inside her without consent.

My fist works faster and faster, and the slapping sound of our flesh fills the air. “Tell me,” I grind out on a growl. “Tell me I can spill my cum inside you,” I grunt. “Say, ‘Daddy, you can put the tip in.’ Tell Daddy you want your tiny hole stretching for him.”

“Oh god, Daddy.” I slap her pussy again as I struggle to rein in my impending orgasm.

“Daddy needs to come, little girl. Tell me what you need...”

She moans loudly when I press down on her clit, rubbing furiously. “Please, please put the tip in. Please stretch my hole and come inside my ass.”

“Thank fuck.” I take the creamy flesh of skin on her shoulder between my teeth and tug as I push the head of my cock against her asshole. Her skin stretches around me, and I sink my teeth into her flesh harder to try and stop myself from coming before I breach her barrier.

“Ahhhh!” she screams as her orgasm hits her, and three of my fingers rub her faster and faster. Blood coating each of them. “Daddy!” She pushes back against my cock, allowing me to fist myself as the tip of my cock swells inside her stretched asshole. The sight of me breaching her hole and stretching it tight is my undoing.

“Oh fuck. Fuck, little girl.” My cock pulsates, and the veins swell as the engorged tip expands to allow my cum to spurt from me in an explosion of exhilarating pleasure. “Holy fuckkkk.”

I hold her in place as our breathing regulates.

“Mmm, I could sleep inside you like this, Jade.” I kiss the bite mark, and she winces, making me smile against her torn skin. Then, as our bodies become spent, I place tender kisses on the surrounding area.

She glances over her shoulder. “I’m bleeding, don’t forget.” She nods down toward her waist, making me chuckle at how much bleeding on me unnerves her.

“I know.” I grin back at her, desperate to lower my fingers into her bloody hole and show her how much I really don’t care about the mess we’ve created.

Instead, I give her the comfort I know she craves. With a heavy sigh, I slide my cock from her ass, and a sense of pride fills me when my cum spills from it. “Fuck, you look hot with my cum dripping out of you.” She stills, her whole body hardens, making annoyance rumble inside me. I tug her panties and shorts up and roll her onto her back so I can see her pretty face and those sparkling green eyes.

“What’s wrong?” I ask, scanning over her face. The way she froze, as though suddenly panicked, has me desperate to fix whatever is wrong.

She licks her lips with apprehension in her eyes, then darts them away. I reluctantly tuck my cock back into my boxers and then turn her chin to face me—blood now marks her chin. The sight is fucking beautiful.

Her breath brushes over the tips of my fingers, sending a wave of need through me. But first, I need to know why she froze on me.

“Jade,” I admonish harshly.

She bites into her lip as though unsure of speaking her mind. My fingers grip her tighter, letting her know there’s no escaping me.

She rolls her eyes before bringing them back to mine. “How many women have you done that with?” She swallows slowly. “Do I need to get checked?”

Fire fills my body and rage makes my blood pump faster, but when I see the unshed tears in her eyes mixed with vulnerability, my anger dissipates. I have a sudden need to reassure her. With my eyes fixed on hers, I tell her truthfully, “I’ve never had unprotected sex, Jade.”

Her lips fall open and her pupils widen in disbelief. “Never?”

“No.” I release her and drop my head back against my pillow, tugging her against me to lie on my chest. “Not even in the only relationship I’ve ever had,” I admit lowly.

She lifts her head and rests her palms on my chest, placing her head on them to stare back at me. It’s not lost on me how clean and innocent her skin is next to my tattooed olive skin. Clean against dirty. The fingerprints of blood on her chin show me how tarnished she’s becoming under my touch. I should leave her alone, not stain her further. Leave her as perfect as she is now. Yet I can’t. I won’t. I fucking crave her.

“Why did you break up?”

Sighing heavily, I stare back at her, unsure of whether to allow not only her but me, too, to delve into my past. I’d be discussing it for the first time in years with the only other girl I’ve ever felt something for.

“She left,” I say simply.

“Why?”

“I don’t know.” I huff out, answering honestly. Because although there’s so much more to the story, that’s the part that hurts the most. The part that won’t allow me to move on.

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