Addicted to Daddy's cock

I slammed the front door behind me, my school bag hitting the floor with a thud. Another shitty date with that idiot from history class. He fumbled around like he had no clue what to do with his hands, let alone my body. I was so worked up, my panties soaked from the teasing that went nowhere. Life had been frustrating since my first boyfriend Adam moved from the city last month. Seems he was the only one who knew how to make me cum.

I normally talked about sex stuff with mom. She had introduced me to the pill after I'd told her about my first kiss. The only rule she gave, "Fuck whoever you want but don't get STIs or pregnant."

It was always nice talking to mom. But she was hard to find. Today, she was already gone for one of her late meetings, her career swallowing up her evenings like always. She was a manager in a bank and the work seemed to take up all her time. Daddy's car was in the driveway, though. He ran his own business, so he was home most nights, waiting for me.

"Lucy? That you?" His voice came from the living room, deep and steady. I kicked off my shoes and padded in, my skirt hiked up from the bus ride, thighs rubbing together with that aching need.

"Yeah, Daddy," I said, flopping onto the couch next to him. He was in his usual button-down, sleeves rolled up, looking at me with those knowing eyes. He could always tell when I was like this, frustrated, desperate for real attention. I wish mom was here, she was the one who understood me when I was just horny.

"Rough day?" He set his laptop aside, his hand sliding onto my knee, warm and firm.

I nodded, biting my lip.

"Yes dad." He looked at me with an appraising look.

"It's about a boy isn't it?" My cheeks got hot. I never talked about such stuff with dad.

"Relax Lucy. Your mom tells me everything. I know you had a boyfriend, he left and now you are trying to replace him" His kind dark eyes studied me and he added, "I know you are having sex Lucy it's normal. Don't be ashamed. Tell me what's up."

I knew dad and mom talked about everything but I did not expect it to be this detailed. It is a as if a dam broke. I began ranting "He didn't even try. Just groped me like a dummy. I need... I need..."

I could not finish what I was saying because it would have been very gross. I needed anyone just anything to take away my itch. Why did I have this itch if no one could scratch it?Daddy's eyes narrowed,

"I can give you what you need Lucy." My eyes widened at that statement. It was more of an invitation. My needy body said yes but my heart hesitated,

"Dad, that is wrong..." He did not let me finish.

"Come here Lucy." His voice was was deeper than I'd ever heard. It sounded commanding yet so inviting. He grinned as I approached. Daddy's smile was slow, hungry. Just the way Adam used to look at me. He pulled me closer, his fingers tracing up my thigh, pushing my skirt higher. "Come on, baby girl. Let's get you taken care of." He stood, leading me to my room upstairs, the house quiet except for our footsteps. My heart started beating faster. I knew what was coming but I dint want to stop it.

In my bedroom, he shut the door and turned to me.

"Take off your clothes my sweet girl." He said. I obediently stripped off my top and bra, my small tits bouncing free, nipples hard from the cool air and my arousal. I wasn't thinking anymore. I just needed my itch scratched. Daddy watched, his pants tenting already. I shimmied out of my skirt and panties, the fabric of my panties sticking to my wet folds. My pussy was slick, swollen, begging for touch.

He motioned for me to sit. I did. He knelt in front of me as I sat on the edge of the bed, spreading my legs wide. "Look at you, so wet, " he murmured, his breath hot against my inner thighs. His hands gripped my hips, pulling me forward. Then his mouth was on me—tongue flat and broad, licking up my slit in one long stroke.

I gasped, fingers tangling in his hair. "Oh fuck, Daddy... yes..." He sucked on my clit, gentle at first, then harder, his lips sealing around it. His tongue flicked fast, circling the sensitive nub while two fingers pushed inside me, curling to hit that spot that made my toes curl. I bucked against his face, the pressure building quick.

He didn't stop, lapping at my juices like he couldn't get enough. I came hard the first time, thighs clamping his head, a sharp cry escaping as my pussy clenched around his fingers. But he kept going, sucking and licking through the aftershocks, drawing out a second orgasm that left me shaking, gushing onto his chin.

I stood there panting. He stood and kissed my forehead. "Better now?"

"Yes," I sighed. I eyed the bulge that was mouth level with me. I wanted to pull out his cock and suck it. The sound of mom's car coming in was the sound that startled both of us. And we straightened up.

I returned to the siting room. Dad went straight to his bedroom. When mom came in I told her lots of my stories which she was excited to hear. Buying time until dad showed up thirty minutes her later before letting mom go upstairs. After dinner, I had a good night sleep drifting off immediately I lay on the bed.

***

The alarm buzzed too early, but I woke to the door creaking open. Mom had left hours ago for work, her heels clicking down the stairs before dawn. Daddy slipped into my room, still in his boxers, his hair tousled from sleep.

"Morning, baby," he whispered, sliding under the covers with me. I was naked. He pulled me close, his hand cupping my ass. I was much bolder now. My body yearning to be sated again.

"Daddy?" I murmured, sleepy but instantly warming as his cock hardened against my thigh.

"Can't have you going to school frustrated all day," he said, rolling me onto my back. His mouth found my neck, sucking lightly, then trailed down to my tits. He latched onto a nipple, tongue swirling as his fingers dipped between my legs. I was already damp, parting easily for him.

"Mmm, yeah...," I breathed, arching up. He didn't need more invitation.

"I am gonna fuck you real quick to help you have a relaxed day." He shifted, kneeling between my thighs, and tugged his boxers down. His cock stood rigid, ready. He rubbed the head along my slit, coating it in my arousal, then pushed in with one smooth thrust.

I bit my lip to stifle a moan, the fullness waking me fully. He fucked me steady, hips snapping forward, his balls slapping my ass. The bed rocked quietly, his hand over my mouth to muffle my obscene moans.

"Take it, Lucy. Let Daddy fill your little pussy before you go out."

I nodded, eyes locked on his, my hands on his chest. He drove deeper, faster, the angle hitting my g-spot perfectly. This time he didn't stop my moans.

"Oooooooohh aaaaaaah"

I came with a shudder, pussy squeezing him tight, and he followed seconds later, grunting low as he pumped cum deep inside me.

He pulled out, a trickle leaking onto the sheets. "There. Now you're set for the day." He kissed me softly, then slipped out, leaving me blissed out and sticky.

I cleaned up quick, feeling his load shift inside me as I dressed for school. This happened almost every morning, It was our secret edge-taker, keeping me calm through classes. I never begged a boy for attention again, knowing daddy would take care of me.

One evening, as I helped set the table, Mom breezed in late, her suit rumpled from a long day. She pecked Daddy on the cheek and hugged me tight. "Hey, sweetie. How was school?"

"Fine," I said, avoiding her eyes. I could feel Daddy's gaze from across the kitchen, a secret smile playing on his lips.

She poured wine, glancing between us. "Lucy, is Daddy taking good care of you? You seem... happier lately. More relaxed."

My cheeks heated. Did she know? The way she asked, casual but probing, made me think she suspected. Maybe she'd heard the bed creak once, or noticed how I walked funny some mornings. But she never pushed, never acted mad. Part of me wondered if she was okay with it—her own frustrations with work leaving her accepting of Daddy stepping in.

"Yeah, Mom. He's the best," I replied, meeting her gaze. She nodded, a small smile tugging her lips, like she understood more than she let on.

"Good. You two are all I have." She squeezed my shoulder, then turned to Daddy. "Dinner smells amazing."

As we sat down, I shifted in my seat, the ache from last night and this morning reminding me of my addiction. Daddy's cock was my fix, our hidden rhythm in this house. And if Mom knew? Well, it didn't change how much I needed him.