Page 28 of Daddy's Addiction

A mess I intend to add to.

“I really need to pee.” She blushes, making my heart hammer with an urge to consume every part of her.

Giving her tits a final tweak, I move my hands to her hips and hold her forcefully, leaving no mistaking my words. “Go ahead.” I grind my cock below her while watching her face for a reaction.

Her eyebrows narrow as she glances from my cock to my face, not yet registering the insinuation behind my words, so I stiffen my hands on her further, bruising her skin, no doubt. “Go ahead,” I repeat.

“Da... Daddy?”

My eyes roll to the back of my head on her stuttered breath, and the innocence behind her tone is an aphrodisiac for my desire to dominate her.

Her body freezes as if realizing my intentions, and I snap my eyes open to witness it. “Go ahead,” I coax once again, encouraging her to pee if necessary.

“I... I can’t.” She swallows shallowly and I revel in it. Her nervousness makes my cock jump, but the anticipation of such a forbidden act with my little girl has my veins filling with an obsessive power to feel her come apart above me in the most intimate of ways.

“You can.” I move my hands to press down on her stomach, startling her. “And you will.” I push down on her harder. “Piss on my cock, little girl.” Her lips part in shock. “Do it. Let Daddy feel your warm piss on his cock. Make Daddy come, my beautiful little slut.”

“Oh god!” She lifts her ass up slightly, and when I press down firmer, giving her no other option but to hover those pussy lips over the tip of my cock, the warmth of her piss hits me, my throat goes dry, and my body tightens with exhilaration as the flood of liquid leaves her body.

“Holy fuck!” My mouth falls open. “Jesus, Jade. That’s it. Fuck, that’s it.” Her warmth engulfs the tip of my cock, and the force of her piss is a powerful pressure against the tip.

She whimpers, and her eyes flick back and forth from my face to her pussy as she pees, as though equally in shock and turned on but also uncomfortable with the action. “That’s it, little girl.” I praise, letting her know how much I’m enjoying the feel and control of her. “Piss on Daddy’s cock.”

“Ahhh.” Her nails dig into my chest while she lets her piss flow from her in a short, steady stream, and when she stops, I line my dripping, aching cock up and slam inside her pussy hole, ignoring the wetness surrounding us.

Like a limp doll straddling my body, I power up into her, thrusting over and over again, making her tits sway and her head loll. “Fuck, that’s it. Take it. Take my cock, you dirty little slut.” I unleash on her, stretching her hole, and then I move one hand from her hip and give her ass a sharp slap, following it up swiftly with another, and another, each blow stronger than the last. “Beautiful little slut, pissing on Daddy.”

“Oh god,” she moans, clenching her pussy around me.

I bite into my bottom lip, embracing the force of my hips powering into her and loving how I use her lithe body to grind her down onto my abs. Each movement rubs against her little clit, and she mewls in response.

“Daddy, I’m...” Darting my hand out toward her throat, I press my fingers against her pulse. In response, her cunt grasps me firmer. Surging faster into her, I lean forward and spit at her face, sending her spiraling into the abyss, and my own euphoria takes me over. I follow behind her, and my vision darkens while my body floats. My cum unleashes in thick, sharp spurts, filling her cunt with my essence. I’m vaguely aware of my grip loosening and her body falling onto mine.

“I love you, Daddy,” she whispers as I tuck her against me.

“I love you too, little girl.”

ChapterFourteen

Tommy

Igather the fruit onto the tray, along with freshly squeezed orange juice, and make my way upstairs. Pushing open her bedroom door, my heart skips a beat at her small body in the ridiculously frilly bedspread. My lip quirks up at the thought. Just what the hell was Jenna thinking decorating the room like this?

Her head pops up from the pillow and she sits up on her elbows, our eyes clashing. I watch in awe as her chest rises rapidly as if filled with trepidation. Then, when she eyes the tray with breakfast, her shoulders relax and her features soften, making me smile at how worried she was that I might have regretted last night.

How could I possibly regret it?

She imprinted on me. Left her mark so deep she’s ingrained in me forever. And I hope for nothing more than it to scar my already tattered heart. An organ that once only beat for one but now beats for her too.

The bedsheet slips, exposing her milky tit, and when she moves to cover herself once again, I snap, “Leave it.”

Her startled green eyes meet mine, but she nods delicately as I place the tray on the bed and sit beside it.

“Come here.” I tap my knee for her to join me.

She bites into her lip. “I’m naked, Tommy.”

I cluck my tongue. “Daddy in the bedroom, little girl,” I chastise. “Come and sit on Daddy’s lap and let me look after you.”

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