Daddy Makes It Better

Josephina had been in a downright awful mood all week.

Between dealing with rude coworkers overshadowing the hard work she'd recently put in and a plethora of family issues relating to the upcoming holiday, she was utterly exhausted. She'd always been an anxious person, hardly sleeping in high-stress times.

The lack of sleep, her job pressure, and family tension put her in an awful, crabby mood. Finally, it was Friday and she had been off of work for a few hours, coming straight home to shower away her day. She felt a bit better, but when her tiredness hit her just as another string of rude texts in the family group chat came in, she immediately soured again.

Josephina was in the kitchen preparing an iced coffee. Her eyes watered and her nose burned as she attempted to focus on something else, something she liked. She had always liked iced coffee, but she knew if she drank it right now, she'd just be sad and jittery.

The cabinet slammed unintentionally harder than she meant, making her jump and whine softly. She wasn't trying to be angry, but the pressure in her chest was bubbling and she just wanted to scream. Scream, cry, full-on tantrum. Yep, that would probably make her feel better.

As the clear plastic cup was slammed on the counter, an eyebrow was raised in the living room. Vincent knew that Josephina was having a rough day and needed extra affection and slower love. He'd been waiting patiently for her, knowing that she wouldn't ask him for help. Josephina, though she loved to be his baby, was also incredibly stubborn and independent due to her long history of attachment issues.

But he knew she wasn't emotionally independent. She was a strong woman--hardworking and kindhearted--but Vincent knew that deep down all she wanted was someone to support her through her emotions. She'd gone too long being emotionally neglected, learning to shove down her feelings until they exploded like right now.

He was a good daddy. Gentle and firm, not letting his little girl get away with too many things that would cause her harm and never letting her go to bed without talking him through her day. He wanted her to express her feelings more, to know that their home was a safe space for her to not only speak but to be heard.

Coming from a pretty well-rounded household, he found it a simple task to speak of his day and emotions, but he also recognized how rare it was to feel emotionally supported and regulated. He'd often wondered how those who weren't given the chance to develop the most crucial parts of their minds would still be able to function under high stress, but he didn't like the answers Josephina showed him. She just dealt with it, which meant she ignored it.

Vincent found it not only simple to help Josephina with her expression, but he also liked to guide her through it. No one else took their time with her but here he was, perfectly capable of nurturing her and loving her. Plus, he liked having someone rely on him in their time of need.

Tears began to trickle down Josie's cheeks back in the kitchen. She'd done her best to stay silent as she poured the cold brew into her freshly iced and caramel-drizzled cup, but Vincent clocked her sniffles the second they started.

His fingers tightened over his biceps as he crossed his arms over his chest. He'd wait for her to speak up. It was something they were working on, Josephina asking for help when she needed it. It was a skill she hadn't learned and needed to for her own well-being. She was stubborn, though, and continued on with her iced coffee.

Josephina was about five seconds away from a full-blown meltdown. All she wanted to do was drink her iced coffee and then get in bed with her stuffed animal and cry. She wanted Vincent to come to fix it, but she was also aware that they'd been working on her stubbornness. This was different though. She should have told him days ago what was happening and instead, she let it simmer until it was a full rolling boil of anxiety.

Her lip wobbled as she put the lid on her coffee and swirled it. She watched the white creamer mix with the dark coffee, creating the perfect mocha-brown painting in her cup. It looked delicious, but not even a good iced coffee would fix this mess. That made her burst into tears.

The iced coffee cup hit the counter, wobbling a few times before luckily standing upright. Josephina stood in the kitchen, trying her hardest to silently cry as her shoulders shook and her lungs ached from being deprived of oxygen. She needed a fucking hug.

And that was Vincent's cue. He immediately got up from the couch, heading straight toward his baby in the kitchen. "Shh," he cooed as he drew her into his broad chest. Her entire frame shook as she sobbed into his chest, feeling the entire weight of the world crash right there in her kitchen.

The holiday season was always rocky for her coming from such a broken family, but Vincent did his best to give her normal holidays with his family. But right now, she didn't need a room full of people or a boatload of presents under a tree. She needed her Daddy.

"Oh, my pretty baby," he whispered, frowning at how badly she was crying. She clung to his shirt, not wanting him to leave her in such a state. "Come sit down with me before you collapse, angel..."

Josephina heard him, choosing to ignore him instead. He was so warm and smelled so clean, his scent of fresh pine already calming her momentarily. But she knew she shouldn't sniff his intoxicating scent and call it good. It wasn't going to get better just because she was now in his arms. She was still upset.

"Little girl..." Vincent began, his deep voice rumbling his chest. She nuzzled her cheek further into it, tears still trickling down her face as she tried to take deep breaths and calm herself. His large hands moved her back by her shoulders, making her whine and sniffle again. Only until he used those same safe hands to cup her cheeks and made her look at him. "Daddy is talking to you. Did you hear me?"

He wasn't being mean, just straight forward like she needed. Everyone else tiptoed around her, giving her half assed answers and never fully committing. She needed a firm voice of reason in times like these. She nodded, not caring how red and puffy her face must've been.

He wanted a real answer, but his chest hurt when she squeezed her eyes shut and another wave of tears fell from behind her eyelids. When she opened her eyes again, they were glossy and so hurt. She was looking at him like he had all the answers and he'd be damned if he didn't at least try.

She needed someone to talk to, a good back rub, and most definitely an orgasm to make her go to sleep. She was clearly exhausted. Vincent would check off each box and sprinkle in a little special magic for her, too.

He sighed, feeling his sternness crumble at the sight of her tear-streaked face. "Put your arms up, babydoll..." he murmured near her ear. His large hands slid down her sides and when she realized what he was doing, she wrapped her arms around his neck and jumped.

He groaned, more of a contented noise than anything malicious, as Josephina snuggled further into the crook of his neck. She wrapped her legs around his waist, clinging to his hoodie as he carried her to their bedroom. His fresh pine scent invaded her senses, instantly calming her down a bit more.

Vincent had built her sort of a calm-down corner when she moved in. She was an avid reader, always curling up with a book and a blanket, so he got her a few shelves and a giant fuzzy beanbag chair to curl up in and read. Sure, it wasn't put into place to make her calm down, but it was very calming in her times of panic.

He plopped right down on the beanbag, shimmying until he got comfortable with her on top of him. His fingers raked up and down her back as the two sat in silence for a few minutes. Josephina felt herself starting to decompress, but her heart was still heavy.

"I'm gonna order you some food before we talk," Vincent said quietly. He couldn't recall the last time she ate that day and figured that it wouldn't help her current mood if she hadn't eaten in a while. She shook her head, only wanting to lay right there and cry for a while more. But Vin was a fixer. He'd give her all the tools and hold her hand while she used them and then when she was ready to talk, they would.

He said nothing as he clicked around his phone a few times, ordering her a bowl of alfredo and garlic bread. Who didn't like pasta when they were sad? As he locked his phone and tossed it to the side, he felt Josephina stiffen briefly. The little angel probably thought he'd given up on taking care of her so soon. Little did she know that she'd be well taken care of for as long as she'd have him.

"What's got you so upset?" Vincent cooed, running his fingertips up her back and to her scalp, where he began to scratch softly. The motion was making her sleepy, only until she really started thinking about it. And then when another cry shook her shoulders, Vincent knew that maybe she needed to be distracted from the problem before she could talk about it.

"You want Daddy to make it better, don't you?" he asked softly, pressing his lips into the side of her head. "You know I'll always make it better, huh? Never have to worry that pretty little head..."

If she were a cat, she'd be purring. He always knew what tone to use with her, what she needed to hear, and how she wanted to be touched. Either she was easy to read or this man really loved her. Maybe it was a little of both. Or maybe he loved her enough that he learned her inside and out, making her incredibly easy to care for and love.

"Can I guess what's got you upset?" he asked. He waited for her to protest but she didn't, too lost in his fingers going through her hair for her to stop his questioning. "You've had a long week at work, haven't you? Being such a big girl and all... tell Daddy what you did this week. Did you finish your presentation?"

She sniffled, nodding against his chest. "I worked so... so hard on it..." she muttered, sighing heavily. "And then--"

Another cry set off the floodgates. "My partner took all the credit! She... she stole my slides and butchered them! And then I looked like I didn't know what was happening!"

Vincent's heart ached at the confession. His poor baby, using all of her free time and skills to create such masterful presentations, only for them to be dumbed down by an asshole like that. "I know you worked so hard on that, angel... did you tell your boss?" She shook her head, he frowned. He would scold her for that later, probably.

For now, his focus was on getting her mind off her problems. Deep down, he knew a lot of her stress was because of the holiday season. Where he had plenty of family to occupy his time with, she spent much of hers trying to coordinate who to see at what time and in what order so no one would feel like she chose them instead of another family member.

It broke his heart to watch her try to manage so many other people's problems. Maybe she wasn't trying to solve the family turmoil, but she shouldn't have been responsible for considering everyone else's horrible feelings against each other when she had nothing to do with the root of the problem. It was unfair to her to be stuck in the middle.

Mommy and daddy issues were a curse like no other, one Josephina knew far too well. She always felt like a child again around holidays and not because of the cheerfulness of the season. It just reminded her of the broken home she came from, the life she was still struggling to piece together. Deep down she knew it couldn't be solved but she just couldn't let it go.

She was incredibly thankful for Vincent and his family. She liked to sit back and watch them, watch how easy it was to be normal and loving. She felt loved there, too. She always wanted to thank his mom for raising such a nice human but she thought better of it. It was kind of embarrassing to admit that she didn't have the same home training he received and was suffering for it now as a grown woman. And that Vincent had to be the one to pick up the pieces.

Except, he didn't feel that way. He loved Josephina and would go to great lengths to show her that she was a good person despite everything she came from. Right now, seeing that she could barely handle the conversation about her work, he was not going to dive deeper.

She was still incredibly tense on top of him, clinging to him for dear life. He knew what she needed. "Up, baby..." he said, patting her butt a few times. She grumbled, not wanting to get up but knowing that he wouldn't make her get up so he could walk away. He had to be doing something.

She stood slowly, crossing her hands in front of her as she tried to keep her nervous fidgeting to a minimum. Her eyes stayed down on her feet, toes wiggling as she waited for his next move. The sound of fabric being moved made her look up, straight at his now naked chest.

Well, that did make her feel a bit better.

Immediately she wanted to feel the warmth of his skin against hers, pressed close together as they lay in bed and watched a movie. She was startled when his hands found the hem of her shirt at her hips and lifted it, pulling it over her head with ease.

The two of them now stood in their sweats, both topless, as Vincent smiled a big grin at her. She was much shorter than him, meaning she had to look up at him when they were this close. She wanted to cover her body, to shield her nudeness from his eyes, only until she remembered what he made her feel when she got naked.

He'd kiss every inch of her skin, suck and nibble anywhere he could. Vincent loved her body, more than loved it. He was turned on by the sight of her, always ready and wanting to ravish her. The way she'd melt into a puddle underneath his broad body when he started touching her made him more hungry for her.

He loved watching the way her face relaxed and her brain shut off. She wasn't particularly loud when he'd pleasure her, but he knew that was a good thing for her. She had too many thoughts running through her pretty head most of the time, so when she could sit still and be quiet, he knew she was purely blissed out.

And his favorite way to make her thoughts quiet down?

"Daddy's gonna eat your pussy," Vincent said lowly, smiling widely as he leaned down and captured her lips. Josephina whined as she eagerly pressed her lips into his, her thighs already rubbing together in anticipation. He broke away with a slight smacking noise, murmuring, "How does that sound? Is that what my pretty girl needs?"

Her hands, once folded haphazardly in front of her, now roamed up and down his toned chest and abdomen. She moaned softly, trying again to move her lips against his. But when he moved away, pecking her bottom lip one last time, she whined in protest. Vincent chuckled softly as he picked up his hoodie from the floor and pulled it down over her head.

She shut her eyes as it slipped over her head, the warmth of him wearing it still lingering on the fabric. It smelled like him, so much that she inhaled a deep breath and could have moaned right there. He fixed her hair as he adjusted the hood and then tugged down her sweats and panties, leaving them to pool by her feet.

As he bent down to remove the cuffs from her ankles, he kissed her thighs and calves. He lifted her by her thighs as he came back up, wrapping her legs around his hips. Her bare pussy now rubbed along his lower belly, barely skimming the warm skin there.

He began kissing her again as he walked them to the bed and sat on the edge. But instead of letting her sit all the way down on his lap, he held her just above, using one hand to run his fingers down her ass and to her pussy. He lazily rubbed between her slit, just warming her up to his touch.

But she was already having a bad day! And now here he was, shirtless and rubbing her pussy with no real objective. Didn't he know that was her weakness? Feeling her skin against his, being partially dressed was even a huge turn-on for her! Of course he knew this, that's why he was doing it...

What was Daddy for if not to nurture? He'd listened to her problems and analyzed what she needed at the moment, and now he was going to turn her head into mush while she snuggled into his hoodie. It was perfect.

Soon, their light kissing turned into full-blown making out. Vincent tugged her bottom lip between his teeth, using her gasp to push his tongue into her mouth. She felt so naughty when he did that. She liked it when he took charge, showing her how to do the naughty things. His fingers lazily skimmed her clit, driving her wild. She was rocking her hips against his hand while she tried to kiss him back, but she couldn't focus on both things at once.

"Daddy..." she moaned, half frustrated and half loving the teasing. Her hips bucked every time he grazed her clit and her forehead dropped to his shoulder as he held his fingers in place to let her roll her hips against them. Josie's breath hitched as she desperately grinded her pussy against his hand, tiny moans and whines falling from her lips.

He loved watching her, watching the way she'd mindlessly hump his hand, his leg, anything she could just to get off. She was so sexy and she didn't even realize it half the time. As his fingers slicked with her arousal, he felt it necessary to pull his hand away. She cried out in frustration, looking at him with rounded-out eyes.

He just smiled and stood, turning and tossing her gently back onto the bed. Like the good girl she was, she knew what to do. He'd eaten her out plenty of times and after the first handful, she knew his expectations. She liked that. She liked that he laid out specific rules and guidelines for her. That way she wasn't left guessing what she needed to do. She could just do it.

She scooted back to the fluffy pillows, getting comfortable right in the middle. Her stuffed animal, a decade-old duckling, was immediately scooped up and tucked into the crook of her elbow as she lay with her legs spread.

Vincent groaned as she looked her over. She wasn't wearing any makeup and didn't have her hair in some elaborate style. She was always beautiful but this is what he liked to see the most. No extra bells and whistles, dressed in his clothing and spread out on his bed.

He crawled up the foot of the bed, but only a few inches. He was still sitting on the end, right where her feet were. Vincent would cater to her all night long, but he also had his own kinks he wanted to play around with. He went straight to work, putting one foot in his lap as he began massaging her.

She hummed contentedly as her eyes fluttered shut. Vincent liked giving massages, praising her entire body instead of just between her legs. It was a huge turn-on for him, working away the tiredness from her muscles. His thumbs pressed into the arch of her foot as he moved them up and down, focusing his gaze on her freshly polished toes next. He pressed a kiss to the sole of her foot, silently wondering if she'd ever let him take care of her financially so she didn't overwork her muscles anymore.

He placed her foot on his shoulder, moving to knead her calf muscles. Another kiss was pressed to her ankle as he worked diligently. He'd read up on pressure points and such, trying to help improve her circulation. All she knew was that his thumbs were magical, his fingers were magical... she was starting to think he was some sort of sexual wizard.

As he completed one leg and moved on to the next, he planted another kiss on the sole of her foot. He loved the color she let him pick for her pedicure this week--sparkly forest green. It suited her skin tone and showed him that she valued his opinion.

Vincent worked her foot another minute, moving to roll her ankle softly and release some tension. His job allowed him a better understanding of how the body and brain functioned together. He knew her stress would cause more strain on her, and she needed to be up on her feet all day, so he'd do his best to ease that discomfort while they worked on her mental state, too.

As he finished up on her second calf, he held both feet on his shoulders, slowly pushing forward to stretch out her thigh muscles. And then as he made it closer to her pussy, he spread open her legs and put her into a butterfly stretch. She was completely exposed as he pressed her legs down softly, opening up her hips and stretching her inner thigh muscles.

She couldn't care though, because it just felt so good. She laid back with her eyes shut, lazily stroking her ducky's soft fur. Another soft peck came to her inner thigh, making her sigh a deep, pleasurable sigh. He worked his lips up her soft skin, breath now fanning over her pussy.

As he planted a kiss right on her clit, she moaned softly, pushing her pussy closer to his face. He chuckled, moving his hands to stroke her inner thighs. He knew how much she liked his muscles, specifically being held in place when he ate her pussy.

He pushed her thighs back until her knees bent toward her chest. Vincent smiled at her pretty pussy, immediately flattening his tongue to lick from her ass to her clit. She attempted to move closer to his mouth, but his strong arms were pressing down the backs of her thighs, pinning her in place so she had no choice but to take it how he'd give it.

Vincent pulled back, spitting a string of saliva onto her clit before he leaned back in and flattened his tongue once more, applying deep pressure to her sensitive bud. Already her worries were beginning to melt away as he moved back and forth slowly, just getting her warmed up.

Josephine started to feel fuzzy and warm, especially when he ran his flattened tongue down to her hole, dipping in momentarily before going back up and using the tip of his tongue to flick her clit. Another low, needy moan slipped past her lips as she glanced down at him.

The sight of him between her legs, face buried in her cunt while his hard, thick arms held her thighs in place was enough to make her cry out. When he looked up at her he smiled wide, knowing that what he would do next would make her go stupid.

His rough hands rubbed her thighs until he grabbed the backs of her knees, pushing back and opening her even further. Her clit was now fully on display, swollen from the attention he'd given it. Vincent kissed her clit once before wrapping his lips around it and sucking.

Josie gasped, immediately crying out at the sensation. It was her favorite thing that he did and the feeling was truly like no other. She could feel the gentle sucking of her bud, every time he'd pull it in her hips would buck, only to be pinned back down by his strong hands.

Soon, her mind had gone fuzzy and her lips couldn't hold back the whining. The stuffed ducky was now being harshly gripped in Josephina's arm, luckily not being strangled to death just yet. Her free hand moved down to his thick hair, holding his head in place even though he most definitely wasn't going to leave her.

Her mind began to quiet, her brain turning to nothing more than blissful fuzziness as his tongue and lips worked her pussy. All she had to do was lay back and let him work his magic. Vincent loved to eat pussy, knowing that it was the quickest way to quiet her down and he'd get to see her pretty face when she had an orgasm.

He released her clit from the suction, immediately lapping his tongue over it. She was incredibly sensitive after that and from the sensation alone, she knew she'd be coming soon if he kept doing that. He knew it, too, but he wouldn't be done with her so soon.

His tongue slipped down her slit, right to her asshole where he circled her rim. One of her thighs was gently released as he coated a finger in her arousal, teasing her pussy as he licked her ass. She moaned lowly, legs beginning to tremble as he pushed his finger in slowly, only going in an inch so he could work the nerves at the beginning of her pussy.

He applied soft pressure to her hole, rubbing his finger side to side along her opening. Low moans and groans left Josephina as he fucked her with his finger. She had nothing to think about, nothing to worry about, as he added another finger and properly thrust them in and out.

Vincent peeked up at her face. Her eyes were hooded, cheeks rosy, and bottom lip tucked between her teeth. She was fixated on his fingers moving in and out of her pussy. She loved the way they disappeared inside of her every time he filled her up.

She couldn't stop the moans from coming as he applied light pressure to her ass with his tongue. Her hips were now rocking against his fingers, trying to fuck herself on his hand. Honestly, she would have reached down and moved his fingers back and forth like a toy if he let her. She wanted nothing more than to ride him fully, but she was also enjoying his face between her legs.

Vincent flattened his tongue off to the side of her ass, licking a bold stripe all the way up to the side of her pussy. She'd always been incredibly sensitive all around her pussy, so when he focused his tongue on the crease of her thigh, she gasped and clenched around his fingers.

The sensation was more of a subtle tingle, much different than the feeling of his fingers pumping in and out, but Josephina came to love the way he'd lick around instead of on her sometimes. She liked the mixing of sensations, the way her pleasure was easier to handle and therefore her orgasm was better. Too much was, well, too much. But Vincent had her covered.

As Josephina's mind went silent, all she could focus on was the building pressure between her legs. Vincent knew that the quieter she got, the more her brain turned into a washing machine, swirling away her thoughts with every flick and suck he provided.

He hummed lowly into her pussy, the muscles in his arms flexing as he used everything he had to hold her still and fuck her with his fingers. Josie's legs were starting to flex and shake as she let out a whine, forcing her hips up into his face.

She wanted to come, to finish right there, but she knew that good girls get rewarded. If she weren't so greedy, so naughtily pushing her pussy into his face, maybe he'd drag it out and make her finish so hard she wouldn't ever have a bad thought again.

But the way he slowed his fingers, dragging them up along the spongy tissue deep in her pussy was driving her senses wild. Her hips couldn't stop rocking back and forth every time he flicked her clit with his tongue, the action making her buck uncontrollably.

"Daddy..." she cried as her legs began to shut from the overstimulation. "Gonna... need to..." Her words were cut off by a gasp when Vincent sucked her clit back into his mouth, gently tugging the swollen bud. His fingers applied a deeper pressure to her insides and she was sure now that she really wouldn't ever think again.

As her eyes rolled shut, a faint smile crossed her parted lips. The fuzzy ducky was happily tucked into her side, coaxing her into a blissful relaxation along with the scent of Vincent... oh, and his lips wrapped around her clit.

Josephina hummed lowly as she felt the coil deep in her belly tightening with every suck. She tried her hardest to keep her legs spread wide open for Vincent, but it's not like he minded being suffocated by her thighs anyway.

So when Josephina finally reached her peak, gasping as the coil popped and her orgasm took over, Vincent didn't mind being trapped between her thighs. In fact, the soft cage made him more eager to keep sucking her clit. The noises she made as he overstimulated her pretty little pussy were music to his ears, a happy melody of her finally quieting her bad thoughts and submitting to the pleasure he gave her.

Josie gasped and writhed, attempting to push his head away yet she couldn't get enough of the suction and the fingers buried in her cunt. Vincent smiled widely as he flattened his tongue and licked her aching clit once more, ending in a sloppy kiss. Oh, how he'd make out with her pussy forever...

Josie whined as he pulled his fingers out, appreciating the break from stimulation but also hating that it was over. Her chest heaved as Vincent crawled up the bed and over her shaking body, where he captured her lips with his and kissed her deeply. She could taste herself on his tongue, taste the one thing that made him absolutely feral.

Vincent pulled back and sat next to Josie, laying down on the pillows and immediately grabbing her hips to pull her on top of him. She was spent, happily allowing his strong hands to grip her and move her any way he pleased.

Josie settled on top of his chest, legs spread and knees on either side of his hips. Her pussy was drippy and exposed to the cold air, but she wouldn't feel so lonely for long. Vincent's fingers went right back so barely skimming her slit, running up and down the wetness as she hummed into the crook of his neck.

She whined at the sensation. On one hand, she was incredibly sensitive and didn't know how much more she could take. On the other, the action was making her kind of sleepy and she liked that. Josie cozied up on his chest, breathing a deep, relaxing sigh as he rubbed her gently.

Every stroke brought her closer to a much-needed nap. She was warm, satisfied, and felt safe snuggled up to him. As she drifted off to sleep with Vincent's middle finger stroking her clit, she knew she'd be fine for one day more, especially if this was his way of keeping her happy...