I kiss his abs and rest my head against him. “Please, please don’t, okay? I swear, if anything else happens, you can do whatever the hell you want to him, but just let this go, okay?” I beg, rolling my eyes up to his. I distract him by stroking down his stomach and burying my hand in his jeans. “Come back to bed with me.”
He hesitates, clenching his fists. Tyler is protective, possessive…but I can’t be the thing that comes between him and his son, and I know he would regret it. “Please?” I purr, blinking innocently. “Come hold me and love me, Daddy?”
He hesitates further, so I circle his cock with my hand and squeeze, making him groan. “Angel, stop trying to distract me.”
Getting to my knees so I’m higher, I grin and lean in, kissing along his chin and cheek. “Is it working?”
“Yes,” he grumbles.
“Good, ’cause I’m all kinds of wet right now, and you need to deal with that,” I purr, biting his ear.
“I still want to beat the shit out of him,” he mutters, but then his hands go to my hips and he throws me back. I bounce on the bed, legs spread, with a grin on my lips as he yanks down his jeans. Crawling between my parted legs, he stops to kiss each inner thigh, my belly, and over my heart before reaching my lips. “But I’ll let you distract me for a little bit longer.”
Gripping his hair, I kiss him, tangling my tongue with his and wrapping my legs around him before I flip us. I perch over him, stretching across his huge body, his hard cock pressing to my pussy. Licking and biting at his lips, I tease him, rocking on his cock before licking down his throat and nibbling there. His big hands come out and span my ass, squeezing as he rocks me faster, dragging me back and forth across his cock and wetting it with my cream.
“Angel,” he groans, making me grin against his skin. “Don’t tease, get your pretty mouth on my cock.”
“Is that an order, Daddy?” I ask, licking the shell of his ear.
His hand tightens on my ass a second before he lands a spank on it, making me yelp in his ear, even as my pussy clenches. “An order. You don’t want me to kill the bastard for touching my girl? Get your fucking lips around my cock and show me you’re my girl, or I’ll fuck this pretty pussy into oblivion, and while you’re asleep, sneak out and go to him.”
Kissing down his chest, I roll my eyes up to his as I dip my tongue into the hard lines of his abs. He grunts as he watches me, wrapping my hair around his fist and tugging me down. “Open up and suck it like a good girl.”
Holding his gaze, I do as I’m told, not being a brat this time. He shoves his cock into my mouth, and I close my lips around his hard, thick length. With a hum, I encircle my hand around his base and start to bob, going slow at first, until he starts to lift his hips, fucking his cock in deeper.
His eyes stay on mine, his jaw locked and grinding as he watches me. Squeezing and twisting my hand, I suck him down all the way to the back of my throat. He groans, his hips stuttering before he speeds up. It won’t take him long, and I can’t wait to taste him on my tongue, all man and his pleasure.
Running my hand up his thigh, I slip it between him and the quilt, and while he’s distracted, I push a finger in his ass. He yelps and jerks his hips, slamming his cock down my throat as he comes. I pull back, letting it drip down my chin and onto my chest. When he slumps, I lick his cock clean before pulling my finger free. Using my clean hand, I rub my fingers in his cum and twist and flick my nipples as he watches me with a groan. Swiping up more with my hand, I lick it clean with my eyes on him, curling my tongue around my fingers before tracing up my palm.
“Angel,” he groans, closing his eyes as I smirk.
He pants as his cock softens, and I slip from the bed, wash my hands, and climb back on, straddling his waist. “Distracted you enough, Daddy, or do you need to fuck my ass?”
His eyes slam open, and his hands go to my hips. “On your fucking knees, now,” he almost roars.
Laughing, I do as I’m told, ready for a night of orgasms and Tyler’s addictive cock. I wonder if I will ever get enough of him. Probably not.
I’m a daddy’s girl for life.
Tyler
I’m still pissed at Justin, but Lexi calmed me down during the week, enough where I agreed that he made a mistake and was drunk. That doesn’t mean he’s going to get away with it though. There are little mistakes, and then there are cornering and scaring your ex and making lewd comments mistakes. He’s still going to get an ass kicking when I see him next.
Which is why it’s a good thing he’s not coming to the meal today. It’s a yearly tradition to have it at my house. Fifteen relatives are coming—my father and his new wife, their new kids, Justin’s aunt, my aunt, my uncle, and some I’m not even sure how they are related…and Lexi. They will probably ask why she’s there. They don’t know she broke up with Justin and she’s met them before, but still, I don’t give a fuck. I want her here at my side, I just wish I didn’t have to hide it. I want to hold her hand, show her off, and talk her up to them, but she’s not ready yet.
I can wait, but it doesn’t mean I’ll keep my hands off of her in private though. I want my little angel to know I will fuck her and have her however I want her, whenever I want her. I don’t care if they find us, let them. We are both consenting adults, so why does it matter?
She even offered to help me cook, which I usually do alone, and it’s nice. We turned some music on and talked and flirted as we cooked. She started a food fight, which ended up with her screaming my name with my cock buried in her pussy while I fucked her across the counter, her beautiful breasts pressed into the dough.
Looking at the clock as I pull the cake out of the oven, I sigh, knowing they will descend upon us soon and the bliss I’m currently feeling with Lexi will fade. I will have to go back to pretending she’s my son’s girlfriend or just a girl I know, not the woman I’m crazy about.
That I’m in love with.
When she comes into the kitchen, dressed and ready, she takes my breath away. I often feel like a sick bastard for taking her, being with her. I don’t just call her Angel because she’s sweet, but because she looks like one. And right now, with the sun shining through the door, lighting up her golden hair and golden skin, she might as well be here to collect my soul and heart. Because she has both.
She looks up and smiles as she finishes tying the belt of her dress. It has sunflowers on it, and it’s lowish cut, showing her cleavage but not too much. It cinches in at her waist, displaying her drool-worthy curves, before flaring out to her calves. Her black heels finish it off. My cock hardens instantly, and I drop the cake on the counter and rush her.
She giggles as I kiss her, backing her into the wall, and the happy sound turns to moans, but she rips her mouth away. “They will be here soon,” she reminds me.
“I don’t give a fuck. Let them see, though you might give my dad a heart attack,” I tease.
She laughs and leans up, wiping at my lips and cheeks. “You have lipstick all over you, Ty.”
“Yeah? Think it would stain my cock too?” I growl, watching her eyes flare at the idea.
She groans and pushes me away. “You’re incorrigible.” She straightens her dress, and I narrow my eyes.