She’s moaning but not answering, so I slip my finger up her ass and press it inside her. She groans and pushes back into me. “You know when I talk, you’re supposed to answer, Angel.”
“Yes! Fuck, I want them to see! I want everyone to see. The idea of people watching us makes me wet as hell. Now fuck me, Daddy, please!” she almost screams.
Pulling my finger free, I press the head of my cock to her pussy, and when she inhales, shivering in need, I slam inside her. Her hands smack against the glass as she presses close. I drag her ass out more as I hammer into her, wanting her to feel every inch of my desire for her. How wild she makes me feel, how out of control I am, how much I’m going to fucking miss her and this.
“Oh, fuck,” she whispers, her breath fogging the glass. Leaning in, I lick along her neck.
“Fuck, you feel so good, Angel, like a goddamn fist around my cock. You take all of me so easily, like such a good girl, but you didn’t answer when I asked, so you get punished. You don’t come until I tell you, understood?”
She whimpers, her pussy clenching around me. “But, Daddy, I’m close.”
“I don’t fucking care. You don’t come, or I’ll pull out and come across that pretty face and make you walk out of here with it for everyone to see,” I snarl, digging my fingers into her hips as I fight off my own impending release, wanting this to last. I want to stay inside her forever, to keep her here with me every day.
Maybe I’m really punishing her for leaving, I don’t know, I don’t care.
“Come, now,” I demand, as I reach around and pinch her clit, making her come with a scream. She jerks and writhes, her pussy clamping on my cock and dragging my own release from me.
I groan, pressing my face to her neck as I fill her with it, relearning how to breathe. Her own heart hammers against my chest, and I lay a gentle kiss on her neck before pulling free from her snug body. I put my cock away and turn to her. She stumbles and leans back against the glass, her face hot with her desire. A smile curls her lips as she watches me. I kiss her softly, unable to help myself, and hold back the words I wish I could tell her.
Words that would no doubt make her leave faster, not stay, so even though they are there on the tip of my tongue, I don’t unleash them. Instead, I tell her with a kiss.
Lexi
Tyler doesn’t let me clean up. He retrieves my emergency panties which I had in my purse and drops to the floor in front of me, those dark eyes locking on mine intently. All the emotions I see there make my breath catch. He lifts my foot and places it inside the hole, and then does the same with the other before slowly tugging them up my thighs. He kisses along my legs as he goes, making them shake again. He kisses my clit before he tugs them into place, and then he stands and cups my pussy over the fabric, making me wiggle at the wet feeling of his cum dripping from me. “I’m going to fuck my hand when you leave, knowing you will have to sit in my cum drenched panties all the way home, Angel.”
Fucking hell.
He pulls my dress into place and moves away, letting me breathe as he takes his intensity with him. That’s another reason I need to leave. When I’m with him here, I get caught up in Tyler, but I still have a life, friends, and things to do. He can’t be my whole world…
He calls a taxi, and my heart sinks, even though this was my choice. I collect my belongings and wait. He doesn’t look at me the whole time, so I head over and wrap my arms around him from behind. He covers my clasped palms. “I’ll miss you, Daddy,” I murmur.
He sighs. “Then stay.” The words are quiet, like he dares not speak them.
“I can’t, we both know that.” I step back when I hear a honk, and I wait, licking my lips, but when he doesn’t turn around, I feel my face drop. “Goodbye, Mr. Phillips.”
I turn and walk quickly away, trying to hide the tears in my eyes. Why does this hurt so badly? I hear loud, swift footsteps before I’m spun around and smashed into the wall. Those dark eyes are locked on mine, and his lips are tipped up in an arrogant smirk like the first time I met him. Just like then, he still takes my breath away. He’s still the most beautiful man in the room, in any room. “I told you, it’s Tyler or Daddy, Angel.” He kisses me, hard and fast. “Don’t you fucking forget it. I’ll be seeing you soon.”
He pulls away and steps back, his hands balled into fists. My fingers brush my lips and dance across them, feeling the warmth still there from his kiss. Swallowing, I offer him a cheeky smile. “Not unless I see you first…Daddy.” I turn and rip open the front door and rush down the path, knowing if I don’t, I might stay.
I practically run to the taxi idling at the curb, not wanting to look back. To see those eyes, those lips…and the man who has so easily taken over my heart and body. One look is all it would take, one crook of those deliciously dirty fingers, and I would be back on my knees before him. I get into the taxi and tell the driver the address, and only then do I look back at him.
He’s watching me go, his face drawn and sad, eyes lost. I feel the same. I watch him as we pull away, staring until I can’t see him anymore, and then I turn around with a stuttered sigh. Pulling out my phone to keep me occupied, I scroll through the missed calls and messages and notifications, but I can’t bring myself to care or reply.
I’m numb and sad. I thought I could walk away from him so easily. But somewhere over the weekend, I started to fall in love with Tyler Phillips. It’s new and fresh and so easily breakable, but I feel it, the rush of the fall.
I fell in love with my daddy.
Tyler
I watch her go, my heart cracking at the sight. She should be here with me, and when I go back into the house, it feels wrong. It feels empty without her laughter, her teasing, her presence. One weekend, that’s all I had her for, and I’m already planning forever. But I’ve had six months to fall in love with my angel, and fall I did.
Hard.
I refuse to let her go. I try not to text her straightaway, not wanting to scare her, but my plan is hinged on her agreement. So I clean up and then grab my phone, thumbing out the message and hesitating. If she says no, could I really let her walk away?
Probably not. I’m a possessive asshole, and Lexi is mine.
Tyler: Tomorrow night, 9 PM, go on a date with me.
She doesn’t reply immediately, so I pocket my phone, intent on getting some work done to ignore the weight of it in my pocket and my nerves. But two hours later, I’m just staring at this month’s purchase list and not seeing any of it.
Then my phone vibrates. I pull it out quickly and grin when I see her name.
Angel: Have you thought this through?
Tyler: Extensively.
Angel: People might see us.
Tyler: I don’t give a fuck. I want them to. I’m not ashamed of you, Angel, unless you are of me?
Angel: Of a super-hot, dominating sex god? Never ;)
I laugh.
Tyler: So go on a date with me.
Angel: Somewhere public?
Tyler: You think that will stop me from fucking you?
Tyler: But yes, somewhere public. Say yes, Angel.
Angel: Yes, Daddy.
Tyler: Good girl. Wear a dress, something sexy. Let them all see your curves and what they wish they could have. I will pick you up at 8:45 PM.