Daddy’s Angel by K.A Knight
Tyler
Ileave Lexi asleep as I slip out to do some food shopping. On the way back, I decide to grab breakfast for her and myself, we can even have it in bed. I know in the light of day, she might have regrets or reservations, but I’m hoping not, just like I’m hoping she’s still there when I get back.
This is more than just sex or fucking. There is something between us, something I want to explore, even if she isn’t sure. I just need time to convince her I won’t hurt her like those idiots in the past. Time to prove she can trust me with her heart.
I’m just leaving the coffee shop with my drinks and bag of food when I run into Justin. I freeze, and so does he before he grins. “Hey, Dad. What are you doing up so early on your day off?”
“Getting breakfast,” I hedge. “I thought you were working today?”
“Called in sick,” he replies, his eyes darting away like they usually do when he’s lying. “Want to eat together?” he asks.
“Sorry, I have to get back, maybe next week?” I suggest.
He nods, and I pat him on the shoulder as I pass before stopping, knowing I shouldn’t. “How’s Lexi? I haven’t seen you both in a while.”
“Oh.” I look back to see his face reddening and his hand scrubbing at the back of his neck. “We broke up. Sorry, I know you liked her.”
Fucking understatement, kid, seeing as though I stole her the first chance I could, filled her with my cum, and am now thinking of ways to keep her forever.
“That’s too bad, she’s a good person. What happened?” I question dumbly.
He and I have drifted apart recently, mainly because every time I see him, I want to beat him up for having her, and I think a part of him knows that. “Just didn’t work out. Hey, I better get going if I want to get to work.” He disappears inside. Wait, I thought he called in sick?
Kids, they never get too old to lie to their parents.
Turning away, I tamp down the guilt at lying to him, of not telling him the truth about Lexi and me. But I don’t know if she wants me to, and this is her choice, not mine.
The truth has a way of finding the light of day though, I just hope she realises that.
Shaking off the encounter, I head home, and once inside, I plate up the food and carry it upstairs. When I enter the room, I freeze and stare.
She’s beautiful at night, but even more so in the day.
The sun streams through the window, kissing her golden skin, and her blonde hair shines like spun gold on my pillows. Her skin is smooth and perfect, her curves on full display. Her high, perky breasts beg for my mouth, and her curvy stomach calls for me to kiss and worship it.
Her rounded hips and thick thighs have my cock hardening within seconds as I debate having her for breakfast instead. But when her stomach rumbles and she blinks open those electric eyes, I know I need to feed her first.
Then I can eat her.
“Morning, Angel,” I murmur, as I pad across the room. I place the plate before her and the coffee onto the nightstand before leaning down and stealing a kiss.
Grinning, I slip in next to her, my own plate of omelette resting on my knee as she blinks sleepily and sits up. The sheet pools at her waist, not that she seems to care.
“Mmm, this smells amazing, did you cook?” she asks, grabbing the croissant, breaking a bit off, and chewing before moaning. “Dear God, if you did, I might just marry you.”
“Well then,” I tease, before cutting my breakfast up. “Hate to disappoint, but no. I did run into Justin at the coffee shop though.”
I feel her freeze and her eyes swing my way, so I raise my head and smile reassuringly at her. “I didn’t say anything.”
She slumps and then winces. “Sorry, I didn’t mea—”
“I know.” I nod and jerk my chin at her food. “Eat.”
Her eyes twinkle as she takes a bite. There’s a crumb of pastry on her lip, so I lean in and lick it away. She moans and leans into me, but I retreat with a chuckle. “Eat first, Angel.”
“Tease,” she grumbles.
“Oh, I plan on teasing you all morning, Angel, and making you scream my name for everyone to hear, but you need to eat first… You’re going to need your energy.”
She grins and eats faster, and once I’m done, I sit back and sip my coffee, watching her. “Stay today and tonight with me.”
“Tyler—” She starts, and I hold up my hand.
“I’m not asking for anything else, but we both know we haven’t had enough of each other. I have a lot of time to make up for. You aren’t working tonight, are you?”
She shakes her head, nibbling on her lower lip nervously, so I lean in and press my thumb against the plump flesh until she releases it, and then I stroke my thumb there. “Then stay with me, Angel, one more night. Let me sleep with you in my arms. If you want to leave tomorrow, I’ll let you. I won’t even come after you if that’s what you want, your revenge completed. One more night, Lexi, with me.”
She searches my eyes before leaning into my touch. “Okay,” she concedes, making me grin.
“You want to shower, Angel?”
She nods, and I lean closer, whispering against her lips. “Better hurry, I was hungry for more than just food. I want you under me in less than twenty minutes, so you have ten.”
She squeals and gets to her feet. Laughing, I slap her ass and watch as she hurries across the room, her hips swinging enticingly.
Fuck twenty minutes.
I get up, reach over my shoulder, grab my shirt, and tug it off, kicking off my shoes as I follow after her.
I could wake up like this every day with her in my bed and her laughter filling the air.
Angel, stay, forever.
