Daddy’s Angel by K.A Knight

Lexi

Iwake up slowly with pleasure curling through my body, something hard against my back, and my heart pounding. I’m on the verge of coming…

What the—

A moan leaves my lips as I feel Tyler behind me. His cock is in my pussy, and he grips my breast as he fucks me slowly with hard, measured thrusts.

“Finally awake, Angel?” he murmurs. “You were so deeply asleep, yet you almost came for me, my dirty little girl.”

He runs his hand down the valley of my breasts and cups my pussy as he drives into me harder. “So fucking close. Even asleep, you were wet for me. What were you dreaming of, Angel?”

I groan, and he laughs, kissing my neck and up to my ear. “Was it about my cock?”

“I don’t—I don’t remember,” I gasp, stuttering over the words as he slaps my clit.

My body is pressed so tightly against his, there isn’t an inch of room between us. I can feel his heart hammering in time with mine, his hand shaking slightly as he holds me and pounds into me now that I’m awake.

“I bet it was, Angel. You woke me by moaning in your sleep, your hand stroking down my stomach like the greedy girl you are. I couldn’t help myself,” he murmurs into my ear, the dirty words making me cry out, and he slaps my clit again. “Did I say you could come yet, Angel?” he growls.

I shake as the release sneaks up on me. I’m so close—he suddenly pulls out of me, making me groan.

I’m flipped, and he’s over me, the shadows of the dark room covering his face. Those dark eyes lock on me hungrily, and his big, thick arms are on either side of my head as he nudges open my thighs and forces himself between them. His wet cock is pressed to my pussy again as he waits for me to come down from that edge.

Narrowing my eyes, I turn my head and bite his arm in punishment. It forces a grunt from him, and I watch as his eyes flutter closed and he shivers. “Fuck, Angel, don’t do that unless you want me to come on your chest right now without even making you come. You’re not the only one close…”

Arching up, I rub my breasts across his hard chest, and he groans again before ducking his head and licking one of my nipples, pulling it into his mouth.

Moaning, I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling all of his weight down onto me. He drops with one hand still next to my head as his other squeezes my breast hard, rolling the nipple in time with his tongue lashing and sucking my other one.

My eyes close without meaning to. I’m unable to look into those dark, hungry depths anymore as he destroys my body. His hand is suddenly on my chin, gripping harshly. “Eyes on me, Angel, now.”

I snap them open as I pant, watching him as he crawls down my body, his lips trailing along my stomach and making me tilt into his mouth. His wide shoulders force my legs further apart as he blows a warm breath over my wet pussy, causing me to shiver.

“I can’t get the taste of you out of my mind. Christ, Angel, you taste amazing, and I want to wake up every day with my tongue in your pussy.”

“Fuck, Daddy,” I moan, unable to help it. His dirty words spur me on as he parts my lips and laps at me, his dark, hungry eyes still locked on me.

He dips a finger inside me, stroking along my walls and nerves as his tongue curls around my clit. He eats me like he can never get enough, his gaze filled with pleasure.

The fact that he enjoys it only makes me wilder. I reach down and grip his head, scratching my nails along his scalp as I roll into his tongue, pushing my pussy further into his mouth. The edge is sneaking back up on me fast, especially when he adds another finger, stretching me, fucking me in time with his tongue.

“Angel,” he groans. “I love how wet you get, how fucking tight you clamp on my cock and fingers, and watching you come? It’s fucking amazing, my new favourite thing. I want you screaming my name all day every day, those pink pretty lips parted like they are now, your eyes wild and wide…your body mine.”

He lowers his face to my pussy as I shake my head and close my eyes, unable to keep them open any longer as more and more pleasure flows through me, controlled by him. His lips wrap around my clit, and he sucks, hard.

I almost come away from the bed as I scream, the release catching me off guard and sending me tumbling straight into darkness. Fireworks explode behind my eyes as I feel him stroking me through it, his voice penetrating the fog but not his words.

When I finally come back down, he kisses my pussy and crawls up my body. His chin and lips are covered in my cream, but he doesn’t care and neither do I as I reach up and yank him down to me. I taste myself on his lips as I kiss him desperately, our tongues and teeth clashing as he hoists my leg over his hip and presses his cock to my entrance.

“Tyler,” I pant against his lips. He nips them in warning, making me groan. “Daddy, please.”

With a groan, which I swallow, he slams back inside me, his thick cock making me moan as he stretches me to my limit. From this angle, he hits deeper than before, and when he pulls his lips away and my eyes flicker open, they clash with his, making this much more intimate. His fingers dent my skin as he fucks me…but those eyes.

Those dark eyes never look away from mine. He’s claiming me, branding ownership on me, letting me know exactly who’s inside me, fucking me and bringing me pleasure.

Our bodies move like music, curling around each other in sync, our crescendo building fast. Both of us are unable to last with each other. It’s never felt like this, like I can’t get enough of him. That I never want him to stop. I want him inside me all the time in any way I can get him.

I’m obsessed with the pleasure he brings, like a junkie needing a fix. That’s what Daddy Tyler is to me now, my very own drug. Each kiss fuels it, each slide of his hands across my chest and sides urge me on. Each time he sinks into my pussy and wrings moans from my throat, it proves one thing.

This isn’t a one-time affair, this is addictive.

The thing about addictions? They have so much power to hurt you, and without them…without them, life is torture. How will I survive walking away from this when I know the bliss I can find in his touch?

“Stay with me, Angel,” he groans, pressing his head to mine as he drives into me, pushing away each depressing thought. Each stroke of his cock builds that pleasure higher until I don’t care.

If I’m an addict, so is he.

He might call me Angel, but we both know they fall.

I do, I fall hard, right over that cliff and into release. I moan against his lips as he stills and grunts his own pleasure. Our hearts are hammering, and our bodies are covered in sweat as he presses closer.

I wrap my arms around him as I try to breathe, but he kisses me so softly, so gently, it almost brings tears to my eyes. He fucks me like an animal, but after, he loves me so tenderly. How is that even possible?

“Stay, Angel, stay with me?” he whispers.

I blink, then swallow to ease my dry mouth as I come back down to earth.

Angels fall.

But can I really fall for my ex-boyfriend’s dad?

As we pant, his cock still inside me, our bodies locked together, I search his eyes. Words remain trapped in my throat as I search for an answer to his question. He sighs before kissing me again. “Let’s get some sleep.”

I know I’ve hurt him, but I don’t know what I want. This has all been so quick, gone so fast, and I’m wrapped up in Tyler. What if that wears off? What if it’s not enough? Can I really stay? But…can I really go?

Will he even let me leave if I try?

Do I even want him to?

Life rarely brings us second chances at a first love. I’ve had my fair share of boys and fools, and now I want a king who will take care of me in every way. Who knows what he has in his arms…a queen.

But can lust—I won’t say love, not yet—really last when we’re facing such odds?

I wish I knew.

Daddy…please, don’t hurt me.