“just leave me alone!” you shouted, finally slamming your door after arguing with your dad over dinner. he'd just been curious about why you've been skipping classes; why you've been so reckless. but your hormones are just running wild; making you pissy and easily annoyed. it doesn't help that no matter how much you rub at it; your tdick is so sensitive and you feel so fucking pent up.
you already know your dad is going to come after you before he slams open the door, “seriously, what's going on with you? you don't talk to your dad like that.” frank scolded as he came into your room, crossing his arms over his chest. you swallowed watching the muscles of his arms tense.
“it's nothing,” you lied, rolling your eyes and leaning against your bed miserably, “just lesve me alone.”
frank softens, leaning close and cupping a tattooed hand against your cheek, “what's going on, huh, baby? why're you so pissy, hm? where's daddy's sweet boy gone?” you felt your stomach erupt in butterflies, and also guilt.
you leaned into his touch, “sorry, dad.” letting your eyes flutter close, “it's just.. 'm so..” you trailed off. how could you possibly say what you were feeling? that your dumb brain and your needy tdick have teamed up against you to make you horny 24/7?
“you're so what, baby?” frank crooned, “spit it out. don't lie to me.” he ran a thumb under your eye, soothingly rubbing it.
you whined, “i need'a cum, dad. it's so bad.. 'm all pent up. it hurts.” you could feel frank tense, then sigh out a small chuckle, “honey, why were you scared to tell me that? you know your dad will always help you. c'mon, get your jeans off and lay on the bed. daddy'll help you.”
you nodded, wriggling off your jeans and boxers before sitting down on your bed, looking up at your dad with wet eyes, “dad, i've already tried. i'm too pent up. i can't cum enough.”
frank grinned, “it's okay baby. dad will make it all better. just let me do this, okay?” you nodded, breath hitching as he finally thumbed your tdick, feeling your cunt with a smile, “you're so wet. my poor baby, so sorry i didn't notice how bad you needed this.”
you just whined, relaxing into the bed as frank started to stroke your tdick, having it pinched between his index finger and his thumb. your legs shook, hips bucking upwards to chase that feeling. your tummy felt like it was on fire, “so much better when you do it, dad.”
frank ran his free hand over your head sweetly, pressing a kiss to your forehead, “i know, baby.” and increased his speed, watching you moan and whimper. “dad, please..” you pleaded, not knowing what for. your cunt was drooling onto your sheets, clenching around nothing. you knew your dad wouldn't fuck you, but you didn't need it anyways.
you were practically ravenous, frank's hand making a hole for you to fuck into with your tiny tdick. you bit your lip, grunts and moans bubbling out of you with each rut.
you ran out of energy as you came, a spark being sent through your body. your legs shook.
and your dad knew that too, cooing at you sympathetically as you whimpered, frustrated tears welling. “dad, it's not enough. i need'a.. i gotta cum again, dad. please.” you tried to rut into his fist, but you'd lost your ability to keep thrusting with the force of your orgasm.
“okay, baby. it's okay. it's normal for boys your age to need to cum a few times, huh? daddy'll fix it.” frank sat next to you on the bed, lifting your limp body into his arms. he pinched your tdick again, touch gentle as he stroked you off once more, watching you moan and whine.
“how about another three times, yeah?”
