Normally I would end it first and be gone…but I don’t want to lose Tyler. I love him, which is something I never thought possible. Something I have never experienced. He makes me happy. He makes my heart soar, and I was just starting to imagine a future with him. No, this can’t be it, it can’t be over.
I’ll beg if I need to, I’ll use my body to prove he still wants me, still needs me. Whatever it takes, I can’t lose my daddy. I just can’t. He’s the air I need to breathe, and faced with the possibility of this being over…
I realise just how fucking much I need him. I don’t want to walk this world alone. Not ever again. I want our lazy Sundays in each other’s arms, and slow, drugging kisses and exploring, teasing touches. I want his laughter. I want his mind and his comfort. I want his pride and his love. I want his kindness, his determination. I want to see the way he sees the world. I want his texts and his dirty promises, his thick, strong hands holding me close. I want his affection like I’m the only one he has ever loved. As if my body is his drug and he’s an addict.
I want him, all of him. Tyler Phillips is mine, and if he thinks this is over now, he has another thing coming.
“What’s wrong?” I ask, leaning forward and grabbing his hands.
He swallows and looks at me with fear in his eyes. Fear like I’ve never seen before. He’s always so strong, so sure.
“Talk to me,” I beg.
“Angel,” he whispers, reaching out and cupping my cheek. That one soft touch undoes me, and I press closer, plastering my body across his, trying to keep him against me.
One touch, and he destroyed me.
One scared, sorrowful look, and the future I was crafting in my mind drops to the floor and shatters.
“Please, please,” I implore, forcing myself between his legs. I kiss his cheek, moving across to his lips. “Please,” I murmur against them before kissing him. I try to show him how good we are together, how much he needs me, but he doesn’t kiss me back, and my lips tremble as a tear drips down my cheek. I drag them back and forth, attempting to entice him, trying to burn the feel of him into my very bones.
“Lexi,” he beseeches, and grabs my arms, pushing me back slightly so I can’t kiss him anymore.
“Tell me. We can fix it, whatever it is, just don’t do this,” I demand, pressing my forehead to his.
“Angel…do what?” he murmurs in confusion.
“Leave me, please don’t leave me.” I blink and close my eyes, hiding my tears, hiding my weaknesses. My body shakes from the force of my heartbreak. “I love you. I love you so much, I’ll do anything.”
He groans and pulls me into his lap, wrapping me in his big, strong arms, and even if he wants to leave me, even if he doesn’t want me, I’ll take it. I’ll take the scraps of his attention and love.
“I’m never leaving you, Angel,” he growls, and the words rock my world… Then what? He pulls away and forces me to look at him. His eyes harden. “Look at me, Lexi,” he orders. I do as I’m told, and he grips my chin harder. “Never. Do you understand me, Angel? You are mine forever. If I need to put you on your knees right here to remind you of that, I will.”
My pussy clenches at his declaration, and my lips part as his eyes drop to my mouth. “Please,” I whisper, unsure if that’s what I need, but maybe it is, maybe he always knows before I do. I need to be reminded he’s mine, to see that weakness I create in him. To see him crying out my name as he takes my mouth.
As he stains my skin and soul with his touch.
I need him to prove he isn’t going anywhere before my chest cracks any further. He sees it in my eyes, his own darkening, and his muscles clench as I feel his cock hardening beneath me.
He pinches my chin and forces my lips open as he kisses me hard before ripping away. “Knees now, Angel,” he demands, his voice rough and filled with desire. Controlling me, he pushes my head down, and I slip from his lap to the floor, my knees jarring at the impact. The slight pain forces the one in my heart away.
Each touch, each look pushes it back, replacing it with this.
Desire.
Dragging my hands up his thighs, I unbuckle his trousers and pull out his hard cock, palming it as he watches me with those dark eyes. Night fills the room, barely illuminating us, the shadows wrapping around us like a lover’s embrace.
It mirrors that day so many months ago where he kneeled before me, forcing me to see myself as he saw me. Only then, we were still fighting this, and now, arousal licks through me so strong, I gasp. My body always reacts to him, leaning into him like a flower does the sun. He’s my strength and he’s my weakness.
He’s my boyfriend, but he’s more than that.
He’s my daddy.
“No teasing. Suck my cock like a good little girl. Until you remember whom you belong to, whom you will always belong to. This mouth—” He taps it with his cock as his hand strokes down my hair. “Those breasts, that sweet little pussy, it’s all mine, and if I need to fill each hole and drench you in my cum to make you realise that, I will,” he snarls. His fingers thread through my hair, tugging me down to his hard cock.
He’s controlling me, taking away my struggle and all those hesitations and unsure, whirling thoughts, and replacing them with the strongest thing of all.
This.
Us.
Our desire, our love.
I open my mouth and suck him down, swallowing him to the base before rolling my eyes up. He doesn’t hesitate. He pulls out and slams back into my mouth, making me gag slightly as tears fill my eyes, but for a different reason this time.
“This is the only time you will ever cry for me. Understood, Angel? With my thick cock in your mouth, reminding you who owns you. Who loves you. Never any other time. I will kill anyone who puts them there. I will destroy any doubts you have,” he vows, his eyes determined. This is more than about pleasure.
This is about proving his devotion to me.
His neck is corded, his thighs parted so he can lift up and slam into my mouth again and again, forcing me to focus on him. I just hold on and take what he has to offer, accepting him and feeling his desire for me in each hard inch of his cock, each drip of his cum down my throat, filling me up with his love until nothing else exists.
My pussy clenches in longing, my cream dripping and wetting my knickers, until I’m grinding on the floor for any type of release. But I won’t get one. He keeps me on that edge, not even allowing himself his own release as he drives into my mouth.
“Who do you belong to?” he snarls.
I whimper around his cock, sucking him deeper, and he narrows his eyes. “Lexi, I asked you a fucking question. Who do you belong to?”
I pull my mouth free, saliva dripping between his cock and my mouth as I swallow rapidly and sit taller under his gaze. Some might wither, some might think the control we have over each other is too much, but it empowers me. This big, dangerous man is all mine, and I am all his.
“You, you, you,” I whisper, and he nods.
“Good girl,” he purrs. “There’s my angel. I lost you for a moment, never do that again. I don’t want to see those doubts in your eyes again, not ever. If I do, I will march you straight outside and fuck you in front of everyone until you and they realise who you are to me, Angel. Understood?”