He slams inside of me, making me scream as I arch up. All that waiting, all that teasing, fuck… He doesn’t go slow, he doesn’t make it last. He fucks me, dirty and raw, slamming into me, again and again. The table rocks with the movements as I reach over my head to hang on. My legs wrap around his waist as I urge him to move faster, dirty words leaving my lips.
“Daddy, please!” I beg. “Harder, God, harder,” I urge, kicking at his ass, and he unleashes on me, showing me exactly how easy he’d been going on me.
His face locks in a snarl, his eyes are hungry, and his hands grip my hips hard, denting them as he slams me down onto his cock. The wet sound of us coming together is loud, even over the slapping of our skin.
It’s a dirty sound, but God, it only gets me hotter. My fingers dig into the smooth wood as I slam myself down to meet his thrusts. His hard cock is so fucking thick, it’s on the edge of pain, but I wouldn’t stop this for the world. Especially when he reaches down and starts flicking my clit in time with his thrusts. The pain and pleasure blends together.
Our sex is dirty, just like our relationship—raw, brutal, and oh so fucking addictive. I don’t want this to end. I want to spend every day beneath him, above him, with his cock inside me, showing me exactly who’s boss. I might tease and provoke, but this is all him. He only takes me when he wants to, I’m completely at his mercy.
His dirty angel.
His fingers drag up from my clit and trace through the valley of my breasts before circling my neck and squeezing, cutting off my moans. His hold anchors me, bringing me back to earth, even as my pleasure climbs higher. He reminds me with one touch that it’s him fucking me, owning me, destroying me for everyone else. He locks me to him, his eyes clashing with mine as he fucks me relentlessly.
“Angel,” he groans, the slap of our skin loud. His arms bulge with power, and I can’t look away from this god before me. No man should be this good-looking or this incredible at fucking me. My body is his more than it’s mine.
It responds to his words.
His touch.
His demands.
“Fuck, you’re so goddamn tight and wet, look how bloody wet you are. I’m obsessed with you, Angel. You’re mine. Say it,” he demands, leaning over me and releasing my throat enough for me to talk. “Say it,” he orders as he powers into me.
My legs shake as I reach that edge of release again, but he keeps me there with measured thrusts, not enough to send me over the edge, and he knows it. “Say. It,” he snarls, squeezing my throat in warning.
“Yours,” I cry. “Yours, yours, yours, Daddy, I’m yours!” I scream as he rams into me and reaches down and flicks my clit at the same time.
“Come,” he commands, and like a good fucking girl, I do. I come so hard, I almost black out. I can still feel him fucking me, fucking me right through it. I’m barely over the first crest, and he’s already building me back up.
“You’re going to come again,” he demands, his fingers whitening with the grip he has on my legs as he tosses them over his shoulders and keeps up his hard, wild pace.
“I can’t,” I whimper, shaking my head.
“You can and you will, Angel. Your body is mine, and if I tell you that you will come again, you will. All over my cock like the good little dirty girl you are,” he demands.
“I-I—fuck, I’m too tired, too sore,” I cry out.
“I’ll kiss it all better, but right now, you’re going to fucking come,” he orders. When I shake my head again, he pulls out of my clinging pussy, making me cry out.
I’m flipped, and my shaky legs hit the floor as I’m pushed down with a hand in the middle of my shoulders. Body bent, he kicks open my legs and drags my ass higher as he slams inside of me.
My nails rake down the wood, scarring it as I cry out yet push back to meet his thrusts. I want what he’s offering, the orgasms he pulls from me. His thick cock drags along those nerves until I’m right back on that ledge.
“Now!” he demands, and I tumble once more, my body locked and shaking beneath him as I try to breathe. My pussy clamps around him, making him grunt, and he stills.
“Yes, Daddy, fill me up, let it drip from me, show them who I belong to,” I cry out, as I feel him fill me with his release.
I collapse forward, my face pressed to the wood. He leans into my back, his cheek pressed against my shoulder as he pants too, our slick bodies sliding together. “Christ, Angel, I think you’re trying to kill me.”
When I laugh, I make him groan again, and he kisses my spine. “Let’s get washed up, and I’ll make you some actual food.”
“Orgasms and sandwiches? You’re the best daddy ever,” I tease, making him smack my ass.
“Better remember that, Angel,” he retorts.
Oh, I will.
I will…
Tyler
I make pasta while Lexi is washing up. I’m just setting it onto the table with some sparkling water, when she comes back into the room wearing nothing but one of my shirts.
I close my eyes and pinch the bridge of my nose. “Angel, fuck,” I mutter. “Do you want me to fuck you again?”
She laughs as she passes me, trailing her hand across my chest. “Food first, Ty, then you can fuck me to your heart’s content.”
“You don’t make it easy to keep my hands off you,” I mumble as I open my eyes and smack her ass when I step by her and take my own seat. I place my napkin on my lap, trying to ignore my rapidly hardening cock as she sits. The shirt gapes, the first three buttons undone, showing me the full crests of her breasts.
She brings her knee up like she always used to, and it makes me smile. It’s a habit, something she does when she feels comfortable with someone. She never did it with Justin after he commented on it. The little idiot. I hide my smile as I take a sip of my water and watch her pick at her food.
“Angel, you need to eat.” I wink to soften the rebuke, but I observe her until she takes a big bite and start to eat myself. She doesn’t take care of herself, but that will change, I’ll look after her.
Always.
She thinks she gets to walk away from this, but she’s wrong. She might not have meant it when she said she was mine, but we both know the truth.
She’s mine now, and I’m hers.
No other will compare. I don’t even want another. I just want her. Even if it’s hard, complicated…and twisted. I want her for the rest of our lives. I’m tired of being alone…but I was waiting.
For her.
We eat in comfortable silence for the most part. “How’s work?” she asks before she takes a sip.
“Really good. We have expanded and taken on over two hundred more employees.” I wipe my mouth, sit back, and watch her.
“Wow, that’s amazing, Tyler! Though I can understand it, you’re an amazing boss with an incredible work ethic.”
“Thank you.” I smile. “What about you? Have you decided what to do about singing and your degree?”
She launches into her answer, and I listen with rapt attention. Everything about her life interests me. She’s very intelligent, but also creative, and trying to stifle that would be a shame. She deserves to be happy and to enjoy her work.