I nod, reaching desperately for his cock with my mouth.
He holds me off of it for a moment, teasing me as I lick my lips, craving the feel of him in my mouth, experiencing and tasting his release. Only when he’s sure I understand what he’s saying does he drag me back down. I open my mouth and hold on as he gives up fighting his release.
Using my hair, he guides me back and forth on his cock, fucking my mouth like he does my pussy until, with a groan, he explodes. He thrusts deeper, forcing his cock and cum down my throat as I swallow and swallow until he pulls free. I fall back panting, my lips and cheeks hurting, but love fills my heart.
Those doubts disappear. I’m still his, he’s still mine. Nothing is coming between that.
He slips to the floor and pulls me into his arms. “I love you, Angel, always. Never doubt that or us again,” he murmurs, kissing my head.
“What’s wrong then?” I query, leaning into his chest as he cuddles me on the floor of the kitchen. He strokes along my back and pulls me into his lap, holding me so sweetly, it’s at odds with how he just fucked my mouth.
He sighs and kisses my head, like he can’t bring himself to say the next words. “Justin, he came here last night with a threat. I told him to leave, I disowned him. Next time he comes near you, you will call the police, understood?”
I nod, even as my heart races. “What was the threat?”
He hesitates again, and I lift my head.
“Daddy?”
“A video of us fucking,” he snarls. “He got it off the garage camera. If I don’t break up with you, he’s going to release it to try and ruin our reputations.”
My mouth drops open as I blink. “Well, shit.”
He nods and looks at me. “I didn’t know what to do. If you want to leave, I understand—”
I cover his lips, seeing his worry then. He was scared I would leave him too. Both of us are so worried that we didn’t stop to look at the truth. “Never,” I reply vehemently. “I don’t give a fuck about my reputation. Hell, I’m a singer in a burlesque club, people already judge me. This will only add to that. But, Tyler, what about your job, your family?”
“You’re my family, Angel, you’re my only priority. I can deal with anything else that happens or comes at us, just as long as you’re by my side. Sure this is what you want?” he asks.
“Always,” I whisper, and lean into his chest to kiss him. “Whatever happens, we deal with it together.”
“Then I guess we should go public and stop the rumours before they even start. I’m tired of hiding you like a dirty little secret, Angel, when you are anything but.” He sighs and pulls me closer.
I feel the thrumming of his heart and snuggle against him. Together, we can deal with this together.
“Let’s do it, let’s show them all,” I whisper.
We’re no longer hiding.
No longer restraining ourselves from touching, kissing, or teasing. Our relationship is public, and it feels good. It has only been one night, and we haven’t really been anywhere, but knowing I can touch him whenever I want to, that everyone will know he’s mine, is freeing.
We decide to have breakfast outside. It’s a lovely day, and we sit at the little table. Me in his shirt and shades, him in his shorts and nothing else. We hold hands, our legs are entwined, and we both wear smiles on our faces.
A few of the neighbours stare, and one even makes a rude comment. We ignore them. Let them think what they want. I don’t care. In fact, when that same neighbour insists on glaring at us while he’s cutting the hedge near us, I lean into Tyler. With his eyes locked on the man, Tyler’s face is to the side, so I grab it, turn him, and kiss him. He groans and grips my face to deepen it, but I slowly pull away, licking my lips as I stare at the man.
His mouth drops open, his face turns red, and he quickly rushes inside, making me laugh. Tyler grins at me and leans back in his chair, and I can’t resist, I run my hand up his thigh and over his cock through his shorts. His eyebrows rise and his lips tip up, even as I feel his cock hardening under my touch.
“I think you showed him enough, Angel, but if you would like me to do a display as well, I suggest you get your beautiful ass on that table and spread those thighs so I can lick that pussy for them to see,” he comments conversationally, not even lowering his voice.
The thought sends a spark of desire swirling through me, and I wiggle on my chair as my pussy heats and clenches, my clit starting to throb as I imagine him doing just that. His eyes narrow, and he grips my hand where it rests on his rigid cock. “Is that what you want, Angel? All these nosy bastards watching me make my girl come so hard she screams?”
He leans in and licks the shell of my ear before biting the lobe and licking back up. “See that sweet young cunt of yours dripping for me, your daddy?”
“Yes, God, please,” I beg, leaning into him, plastering my breasts on his arm. He undoubtedly feels my hard nipples that are begging for his lips and teeth, for his special brand of pleasure which he imprints on my skin.
“Will you come for me, Angel?” he purrs, his hand slipping up the shirt. “Will you ride my face and come all over it?” His hand slips higher, cupping my pussy as I hungrily part my legs for him. I’m wet as hell already, imagining him licking me out here with the sun kissing my skin, his fingers inside me, and anyone being able to see us, watch us, even get off on it. “You want to be watched? Want them to see me fucking you? See me showing those boring old fucks how well I claim this?”
I nod, closing my eyes as I rub against his hand. I bite down on my lip and try to stop, but a little moan escapes anyway. “Tyler…” I whisper, my voice hoarse and coated in desire as he fuels me with his words. And yet he has barely touched me. That’s how easily this man decimates me, controls me, and dominates me, and I love every fucking second of it.
His hand pulls away, his lips too after dropping a teasing, open-mouthed kiss on my pounding pulse in my neck. His eyes are dark and dangerous. His lips are thin, and his expression is hungry as he pushes back his chair. Standing, he nods his head, and I get to my feet, almost stumbling. I am that needy, that wild with this sudden desire I never knew I had.
To be watched.
He grips my hips and I feel the warmth, even through the thin material of my shirt, as he lifts me effortlessly and places me on the table. I part my legs as he sits and drags his chair closer. “Knees up,” he instructs.
Pressing the balls of my bare feet to the edge of the table, I bend my legs and show him my pussy. He rubs at the stubble on his chin, but I see the smirk there as I lean back on my hands and watch him. Chest heaving, heart racing, I wait for whatever he’s going to do.
“Pull your panties aside, let me see my cunt,” he orders.
Leaning back, I glide my hand down my body before pulling my shirt up until it lies on the top of my thighs, and then I drag my underwear to the side so he can see my glistening sex. “Look at how beautiful you are, Angel, so wet and pink.” His hands drag up my legs, parting them further until it borders on painful, as those big fingers drag down my exposed center before he lifts them away. Eyes on me, he sucks them into his mouth, grunting at my taste.
“I’m like a starving man presented with a banquet. That’s how good you taste, Angel,” he groans. “You like these knickers?”