Page 32 of Daddy's Addiction

“Mm,” she moans loudly when I sink two fingers deep inside her, stretching her and curling them to press on her G-spot. It forces her ass up off the desk as she rides them, and her chest rises faster and faster as she chases her orgasm.

“Jade? Are you there?” my father snaps out, as though growing aggravated with the constant pauses in conversation.

“Yes,” she pants out, grinding her pussy into my face.

“Are you working out or something?” he quizzes, making me chuckle.

She squeezes her tit as she arches her back, and I withdraw my face and fingers at the same time, putting a sudden stop to her impending orgasm.

There’s a pregnant pause before she comes to her senses and clears her throat. “Yes, Mr. Marino. I’m working out.” I grin back at her while she glares back at me. Leaning over her, I once again whisper in her ear, “Take me out.” I nod down toward my granite cock. She shakes her head, and I clench my jaw in frustration. I wrap my hand around her neck and squeeze, making her eyes bulge. “Take me fucking out. Otherwise, I’ll ram my cock in your throat while he listens.” Her eyes flare in panic.

“I... I’ve never,” she whispers on a swallow.

Fuck, is she telling me she’s never touched a cock before? I think back over our limited time together, and sure enough, her hand has never grasped my cock. The fact that she’s never held one makes me desperate to pump into her small hand like a ruthless animal. Like the addict I am.

I gift her a reassuring nod as she slides off the edge of the desk. Pointing to my lap, she climbs onto it without protest.

“Have you chosen a college yet, Jade?” my father asks, his voice laced with concern.

Concern which he has no place having, and the thought makes me pissed.

She unbuckles my belt and fumbles with my zipper.

Just the stroke of her soft hand against my cock has me harder than being physically touched by anyone before. It’s like nobody else exists but her as I melt into her touch.

Her hand slides down my velvety shaft, and my cock pulsates beneath her, my hips driving up in desperation. She rests her body against my chest as she pumps me up and down, forcing me to hiss between my teeth at the contact. Somehow, I resist the urge to throw her down on the desk and fuck her like a crazed man.

I move the hair from off her shoulders, exposing her bite mark, while I whisper in her ear, “Such a good girl for Daddy. Pumping his thick cock in her small hand.”

Her thighs clench together, and I groan at how much she needs me to fill her.

Using my free hand, I circle her nipple between my fingers, plucking it while she toys with my balls. Fuck, it feels incredible. Liquid heat spurts out of the tip of my cock, giving her lubricant to play with as she slides her hand back up.

“A college, Jade. Did you choose one yet?” My father’s pissed-off voice comes over the speaker, causing her to jolt and her hand to pause. I clench my teeth in response to his intrusion, stopping what is quite literally the most incredible hand job of my entire life.

“No,” she breathes out irritably, her jaw setting as though frustrated at the topic of conversation.

I tap her thigh and whisper to her, “Climb on.” I nod down toward my cock, making her suck in a sharp breath, and her eyes dart to me, then away in uncertainty.

“Jade,” I grind out at her lack of movement.

“Exactly. You need to listen to your stepfather, Jade, and think about your future.” My father inadvertently agrees with me, making her stifle a smile by biting her teeth into her bottom lip adorably.

I tap her thigh again and glare at her in warning.

When she slowly throws her leg over my hip to straddle me, I growl while holding my cock in position before slamming her down onto it—all the way to the fucking hilt. My eyeballs roll to the back of my head as my cock pulses against the stretch of her pussy while her mouth falls open in a silent scream. Fuck yes.

I lift her again and slam her down. “Fuck, little girl.” She whimpers as I drive up into her. Her fingernails dig into my shirt as she grasps my shoulders, allowing me to control her small body like a puppet on a string.

“Dirty fucking slut, letting Daddy fuck you.” I hiss and bite into her neck.

“Oh god.” She holds my head against her, pulling my hair as I thrust my cock deep inside her while slamming her up and down on my cock.

“Mmm, please,” she moans in little, short, sharp gasps.

“Is everything okay over there?” My father’s voice becomes white noise as I make it my mission to fill my little girl with my cum.

My father chuckles to himself. “Is he working you hard?”

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