He drives up into me so hard, I swear I feel it in my belly. His hands are possessive as our slick bodies move together…his thick, hard cock taking me again and again. It’s too much. I’m limp in his grip, letting my daddy do whatever the hell he wants to me.
The squelch of our joining is loud, a testament to how wet I am, and he knows it. He chuckles into my ear as his fingers trace down my stomach and pinch my clit, making me cry out. “My dirty angel, what am I going to do with you? You drive me insane, you make me forget what’s right…what’s proper. What I should be doing…”
“Fuck all that and fuck me. That’s what you should be doing,” I pant, rolling my hips into his fingers and cock, already chasing another orgasm—he’s made me greedy for them.
For the pleasure I find in his arms.
What we’re doing is dirty and wrong, fucking on his son’s bed, pretending it’s that night…but it’s hot as hell too. “What would you do if he walked in?” I ask.
“You mean would I stop?” he murmurs, dragging the flat of his tongue along my ear. “Never, you’re mine, Angel. This body is mine.” He pinches my clit in warning. “And I’ll take it whenever I want, however I want, and you will love every second, won’t you?”
I whimper, unable to speak as that peak builds again. He tightens his hand on my hip and smacks my clit hard. “Answer your daddy.”
“Yes! God, yes! Please!” I almost scream, the lash of pain nearly tipping me over the edge, but he keeps me there, riding that knife’s edge of release and torture, dragging it out, showing me exactly who my orgasms belong to.
Daddy Tyler.
“Daddy, Daddy, Daddy,” I chant. “Please, God, please, Tyler, I need to come, please. Daddy, make me come on your fat cock. I want to feel you fill me, to watch it spill from me onto his sheets.”
He grunts and his hips stutter, and then he fucks me for real. No more nice, teasing Tyler. He powers into me with hard, quick thrusts, forcing me to ride his cock, bouncing on it as he takes me.
And from one stroke of his cock to the next, I come so hard, I black out.
Tyler
My angel is limp as I carry her to bed and clean her up. She’s already half asleep as she kisses me goodnight and ever so innocently and sweetly mumbles, “Goodnight, Tyler.”
I hold her all night, and when the sun rises, I’m reluctant to let her go. I’ve been trying to think of a way to get her to stay, to keep her forever, and a plan is forming. My angel thinks she’s walking away, but sometimes, an angel has to soar before it can be tamed.
She will be mine again, this possible separation isn’t forever. I remind myself of that when she wakes up. Those big blue eyes blink open and lock on me. A smile curves her lips lazily as she stretches and flips over onto her front and peers at me. “Morning,” she mumbles.
I can’t help but smile, she’s too fucking adorable. I lean down and kiss her. She tries to deepen it, but I pull away, leaving her wanting. She frowns as I laugh and slip from the bed. “Coffee and breakfast, Angel?”
“Sure,” she replies, obviously confused. “Then I guess you could call me a taxi?”
I hesitate, and only when I can control my expression do I glance back at her. “Sure thing. Come down when you’re ready, beautiful.”
I hear her getting up as I head downstairs with my phone out, putting my plan into place. As soon as I have it lined up, I brew the coffee and get started on breakfast. She’s used a lot of energy this weekend, so she needs to eat more.
By the time it’s done, she’s downstairs, wearing that dress from the club. I groan, almost stumbling as she comes in. Fuck, how can she get even more beautiful every day?
I have the urge to rip it off and bend her over the table, but I don’t, even though her eyes drop in disappointment like she expected it. “Sit, Angel,” I demand, and she does, sinking into her chair as I serve her, then myself. Once I’m seated, I place my napkin on my lap and watch, eyes narrowed, as she picks at her food.
“Eat, or I’ll put you over my knee,” I threaten.
She grins. “Is that a promise?” she purrs, but takes a big, purposeful bite, making me smile as I dig in myself, but the air is strained. Both of us are unsure what to say or do. She’s leaving, I know that, but I wish she would stay.
She makes this empty house feel like a home.
When she’s finished eating, she sips her coffee and our legs tangle under the table, the dark of it allowing us to reach for each other. We’re back to being a secret again, but fuck that. I want the whole world to know she’s my girl. I want to scream it, I want them to watch her in my arms and know she’s mine.
Kicking my chair back, I drop to my knees next to her and jerk her chair around, forcing her legs around me as I grip her chin and stare into her eyes before kissing her. Hard. She moans instantly, digging her hands into my shirt as she tries to rip it off, so I pull back and whip it over my head and toss it away.
Her hands land on my skin and stroke, making me shiver. Fuck, only she can make me weak like this. I nip at her lip before turning her head and kissing her neck. She whimpers, hiking her dress up to flash me her panty-less, wet pussy, and it’s my turn to groan.
“Fuck, Angel, how am I supposed to let you go?” I mutter against her skin, feeling her pulse pound under my lips. “When I can see how wet you are for me, when you surrender so easily…when I crave you every second of every fucking day. I want to come home and find you wet and waiting. I want to bend you over the table whenever I please.”
“Like now?” she asks, and grabs my hand, dragging it down her body to her pussy. Unable to help myself, I cup her.
“Like now, Angel. So demanding, aren’t you? So fucking needy, my little brat,” I mutter, nipping at her skin as I flick her clit before sliding down her wetness and slipping a finger inside her. But I don’t want my fingers there, I want my cock. And she wants to leave? Fine, I’m going to make her remember me. I’m going to ruin her for anyone else, so when she gets home and lies in bed tonight, she’ll get wet as she remembers the way I fucked her. I get to my feet and unbuckle my belt. She watches me with hungry eyes, her body on display for me. I pull out my cock and stroke it as I watch her.
“You want this, Angel?” She nods, and I narrow my eyes. “Words, Angel.”
“Yes, fuck, Daddy Tyler, I want it. I want you to fuck me right here and now,” she purrs.
“On your feet,” I demand. She stands, so I grab her throat gently and push her backwards. I walk her to the back windows. It looks out into the garden and the rest of the neighbourhood where people could see. I want her to know that I want them to see her with me.
To know she’s mine.
I press her to the glass and kiss her before turning her, my hand still on her neck as I lean in. “I’m going to fuck you right here where they can all see how well my angel takes my cock. How easy you come for me, and then you’re going to leave and sit in that taxi with my cum running from your cunt.”
“Yes! Fuck, please, Ty!” she begs, pushing back into me.
Laughing, I run my hand up her thigh and to her pussy, dragging my fingers through her wetness. “I love how turned on you get, love how fucking wet you always are for me. Is the thought of someone seeing us making you hot? Seeing you being fucked by an older, darker man? Taking your sweet little innocent body again and again?”