Grunting, I hike her leg up higher and capture one of her nipples, sucking it into my mouth. She screams, her pussy clenching as she comes. I fuck her through it, and when she’s shivering with aftershocks, I pull out and turn her. Pressing her to the wall, I yank her ass back and slam into her.
I fuck her hard and fast until, with a groan, I come, resting my forehead on her back. I hold her to me as I pant, my cock softening as I pull free from her clinging body. Keeping her there, I wait until I can breathe normally to move away. Though as I step back and look at her, I start to get hard again.
I’ll never get enough of her.
“Upstairs now, Angel. You have two minutes to get naked and on my bed before I come after you. And wherever I catch you, I’ll fuck you.”
Lexi
He does fuck me where he finds me, which just happens to be on the stairs. His hands tangle in my hair as he makes me scream so loud, I undoubtedly wake the neighbours, but I don’t give a fuck. Then he carries me upstairs and into the shower and fucks me against the tiles, his big fat cock hammering into me until I can’t walk anymore.
After, we fall into bed and each other’s arms, just trying to breathe. My pussy and thighs are sore in the best way. Holding me tight, arms and legs entwined, he peppers kisses along my face. I can’t help but giggle. I feel like my heart is going to burst with happiness. This is more than sex, even though the sex is amazing, but afterwards, just…being with him, laughing, talking, and holding each other is slowly becoming my favourite part.
Watching the big, successful Tyler Phillips relaxing and smiling is addictive. He smirks at me now, tracing his hand over my side as he finishes telling me about his day. “I missed you,” I blurt randomly. He blinks, and his smirk fades into a slow, sure, sexy smile that has my thighs clenching together.
“I missed you too, Angel. How has your week been?” He pulls me closer, kissing the top of my head. Our naked bodies are pressed together, making me shiver as his hard body dwarfs my small frame.
“Long and lonely without you,” I purr, stroking his chest before I sigh. “I saw Justin.”
“You did?” he asks, peering down at me. Not in jealousy, but confusion.
I nod and lean my head against his chest, accepting his comfort. “He turned up at my apartment, claiming he wants me back. I told him to get lost, but he was quite insistent.” He grips me close and just listens. “I don’t know why. He was the one who cheated and broke up with me, and if we’re honest, we were horrible together. Just a wreck, and neither of us were happy.”
He hums, and even though it must be awkward for him, he gives me some advice and consoles me. “Some men don’t realise what they have until it’s gone. They always want what others have. It’s quite foolish really.” He lifts my chin with a finger. “My son is a fool, I always thought that. He never realised how incredible you are. I’m sorry you had to deal with that. I bet it was very awkward. Is there anything I can do, Angel?”
I kiss him softly, dragging my lips along his. “Just keep being so amazing,” I murmur. “I love how you see me. All those compliments…they make me feel so beautiful.” I kiss him again.
He chuckles, and I roll so I’m above him with my knees on either side of his hips. I feel his cock hardening as he groans against my lips. “I can do that, Angel, it’s not hard. You’re the best thing to ever happen to me. So fucking smart, so goddamn sexy, kind…” I lick and kiss down his chest as he talks. His voice stutters for a moment when I wrap my hand around his hard length.
Smirking and poised above his cock, I arch my eyebrow at him. “Is that all, Daddy?”
“Fuck, Angel,” he murmurs, reaching down and slipping his fingers into my hair. His eyes are wild, his mouth parted on a pant. I love the power I have over this man, the man who orders me around, who controls me so easily, and rips me apart and puts me back together. Yet with one look, one kiss, one touch, he’s mine. “You’re perfect, and so goddamn talented that when you sing, I’m transported to a different world—” He groans as I suck the head of his cock into my mouth. He pants but carries on, compliment after compliment pouring from his lips, spurring me on.
Twisting my hand around the base of his cock, I bob, taking his length further into my mouth, until he hits the back of my throat. His hips jerk, and he groans, thrusting into my mouth and taking back control. His hand holds me there as I moan around his length, dribbling down it as he pulls me off and pushes my head back down. He fucks my mouth without restraint. I wiggle on the sheets, my pussy clenching in need as heat pools in my belly from the feel of him in my mouth, of his hand tugging almost painfully on my hair, and the power in each thrust and the lustful way he watches me.
“Angel, fuck, your mouth is like heaven. I just want to spend all my days here, fucking you. Watching you pant and beg for me,” he rasps, his neck corded as he strains to hold back. But I want to feel his release explode in my mouth, to taste it and know I made my daddy weak.
Humming, I hollow my cheeks and suck harder, and with a yell, he explodes in my mouth, filling it. He thrusts right down my throat, forcing me to swallow his release, which I do greedily. When he’s spent and collapses back, I pull off his cock, licking away every last drop of cum before sitting up with a smile. Eyes on his, I drag my finger over my lip and suck it clean.
“You taste so good, Daddy,” I purr.
His eyes narrow, and I shiver from that look, knowing it means I’m either in trouble or about to come so hard I won’t be able to see. He crooks his finger at me. “Get your beautiful ass up here now.”
I crawl up his body, but he grabs me when I go to kiss him. His hands grip my hips, lifting me effortlessly, before he presses my pussy to his greedy mouth. Gasping, I fall forward, bracing my hands on the wall. My knees spread around his head as he eats me. No teasing, no, his tongue dives into my channel before flicking my clit.
Over and over.
Resting my head on the wall, I grind onto his mouth, desperate for release. His hold on my hips is possessive as he drags me back and forth along his tongue. Praises and pleas leave my lips. My eyes roll into the back of my head as I writhe above him when he sucks my clit into his mouth.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
With his tongue, without words, he demands I come for him…and I do. I whimper against the wall, shaking and shivering as I press his head further into my pussy, riding out the waves of release. And when it’s over, I collapse backwards. He catches me and drags me back into his arms as I pant, eyes still closed. Chuckling, he kisses my lips, and I taste my own sweetness mixed with his flavour.
“Goodnight, Angel,” he murmurs.
“Night, Tyler.” I yawn, snuggling closer, unable to fight the exhaustion anymore.
Kisses trail down my back, and a hand traces up my leg. Groaning, I part my thighs, and I hear a laugh. “Morning, Angel. I’ll leave you to get dressed. I’m going to make breakfast, anything you want in particular?”
“Pancakes and orgasms,” I murmur, burying my face into the pillow.
He laughs again, and then his lips brush my ear. “If you’re a good girl, I’ll eat this sweet little dripping pussy with the syrup.”