Daddy’s Angel by K.A Knight

Lexi

Iclean up and slip back into my dress, then we finish our board game and he wins, because I’m distracted by his dirty promise. He was so calm and matter of fact. He’s going to fuck me. I don’t know when or how. I’m just waiting, and it makes me a lust-filled mess.

A puddle under his gaze, and he knows it.

He smirks arrogantly, the same one he gave me the first time I met him. He puts away the board game, slowly and calmly, as I stare at him. I wiggle in my chair as I watch him, observing the way his forearms move and biceps clench. The flex of his ass in his tight jeans. It has me almost drooling.

Tyler can nearly make me come without even trying. It’s embarrassing really, and addictive. I’ve never felt this insanely attracted to someone, and I find that I’m sad just thinking about this coming to an end.

Because it has to, right?

It’s just so explosive. Every time we’re together, I expect it to lessen, but it only gets stronger. He plays my body like an instrument. He looks after me and is kind and caring, and then he can flip into a hard-faced, surly daddy ready to fuck me senseless. His dirty words flooding my ears as his cock fills my body.

I clench my thighs together at the visual, and he leans in, running his nose along my neck teasingly before nipping my ear. “I can almost smell your need, Angel.”

“I thought I was your dinner?” I murmur, angling my head so he can have better access.

He chuckles dirtily as he nibbles my skin. “So demanding, Angel, always wanting what you can’t have…”

“Oh yeah? Like you? Like your cock? Because I seem to have them,” I counter, reaching up and threading my fingers through his hair as he kisses along my shoulder.

He yanks down my dress and grabs my breast, squeezing hard in punishment. “Watch your mouth.”

“Or what? You already fucked it, and that didn’t work,” I tease, groaning as he tweaks and squeezes my nipple so hard, it borders on pain. Everything with Tyler is a dominant, sure move, and he knows just how much I like it when he adds that hint of pain to the mix.

“Don’t force me to punish you, Angel. I planned to be so nice, to eat that sweet pussy of yours until you screamed, and then fill you with my cock and watch you bounce on it… But if you’re going to be naughty, I might just have to change that,” he murmurs, biting my earlobe as he releases my breast and traces his hand down my stomach and cups my pussy.

Possessively.

Hard.

I grind into his hand, closing my eyes, but the pressure isn’t enough. I want his tongue, his cock, whatever I can get. He knows it and laughs, the arrogant bastard. “Daddy, please.” I try changing tactics, my voice low, purring, and sweet.

“Fuck, you beg so sweetly, Angel,” he groans, licking my ear. “Especially when I’m buried balls deep in you. I love the way you beg…plead…scream for me.”

“Really? I don’t remember. Why don’t you prove it?”

He laughs again. “Such a little charmer. Are you challenging me to make you scream, Angel? Because we both know all it will take is my tongue or fingers, and you’ll be screaming like a sinner.”

“Then prove it, Daddy. Prove I’m your naughty little angel,” I demand. He yanks my head back with his other hand, making my throat a long line as he narrows his eyes on me, those dark orbs hungry. He leans down and presses his lips to mine in a hard, bruising kiss before he lets go and drags his hand down my pussy.

He slips two fingers inside me. I’m soaked, and it makes him groan as he watches me, keeping me in a tight line as he fucks me with his fingers. But I want more than his hands. I want his cock, his mouth. I want him ramming into me the way I imagined every time I sat across from him at this table.

“Daddy,” I pant, lifting my hips and rolling them into his fingers. “Fuck me, right here over this table like we both imagined so many times. Like that night Justin was outside…and my foot and yours were touching under the table…your eyes on my breasts. I’d worn that tiny little crop top to try and tempt you, and God, I wished you had broken and grabbed me. Do it now. Show me exactly what you wished you could have done to me,” I plead.

He pulls his fingers from my pussy, making me whimper as he releases my head. Rounding the chair, he watches me as he sucks them clean of my juices, causing me to pant harder. I love how unashamed of his desire he is.

He kicks the chair from under me and grabs me. I’m spun and thrown onto the table. The things on top clatter to the floor, but we ignore them. He rips open my thighs and pulls the dress over my head, throwing it away. I’m naked before him, and he’s still dressed.

Why is that so dirty?

I shiver under his dark gaze as he runs it across my splayed body. Leaning back on my elbows, I part my legs wider, letting him get a good look at my wet pussy.

“I wanted to fuck you that night and every night, but that shirt…fuck, I could see your nipples through it. I wanted to rip it off and sink into your body, fuck you right there under his nose. Claim you like I wanted since I first met you. Angel, you tested my resolve, you made me feel so weak.” He leans down and sucks my nipple into his mouth, making me groan and arch my neck back as I clutch his head to my chest.

But he fights my hands and lifts it, his dark eyes looking at me across my body. “Do you know what I did when you left?” I shake my head, my eyes wide, heart slamming. “I fucked myself right here, screwed my hand as I remembered the way your tits bounced when you walked, the way your tight little ass moved in those shorts. The way your lips curled in mischief…the way your eyes lit up. I imagined it was your pussy I was fucking. I came all over the goddamn table, Angel.”

Leaning further down, he licks down my stomach, circling my belly button before stepping back, and I whimper with need. Smirking, he flicks open his trousers and palms his hard cock, stroking it as I watch. “Just like this.” I watch him squeeze it in his hand. “Imagining your tight young pussy beneath me. I felt so fucking dirty after, but it didn’t stop me from doing it again every single fucking day I thought about you. About the way you would writhe for me, scream for me. How much of a dirty girl you would be, loving my hard cock. Loving the way your daddy fucks you…but it doesn’t compare to reality.” Stepping between my legs, he rubs his cock down my pussy, making me push closer. “Not one fucking bit.”

He slams inside of me, making me scream as I arch up. All that waiting, all that teasing, fuck… He doesn’t go slow, he doesn’t make it last. He fucks me, dirty and raw, slamming into me, again and again. The table rocks with the movements as I reach over my head to hang on. My legs wrap around his waist as I urge him to move faster, dirty words leaving my lips.

“Daddy, please!” I beg. “Harder, God, harder,” I urge, kicking at his ass, and he unleashes on me, showing me exactly how easy he’d been going on me.

His face locks in a snarl, his eyes are hungry, and his hands grip my hips hard, denting them as he slams me down onto his cock. The wet sound of us coming together is loud, even over the slapping of our skin.

It’s a dirty sound, but God, it only gets me hotter. My fingers dig into the smooth wood as I slam myself down to meet his thrusts. His hard cock is so fucking thick, it’s on the edge of pain, but I wouldn’t stop this for the world. Especially when he reaches down and starts flicking my clit in time with his thrusts. The pain and pleasure blends together.

Our sex is dirty, just like our relationship—raw, brutal, and oh so fucking addictive. I don’t want this to end. I want to spend every day beneath him, above him, with his cock inside me, showing me exactly who’s boss. I might tease and provoke, but this is all him. He only takes me when he wants to, I’m completely at his mercy.

His dirty angel.

His fingers drag up from my clit and trace through the valley of my breasts before circling my neck and squeezing, cutting off my moans. His hold anchors me, bringing me back to earth, even as my pleasure climbs higher. He reminds me with one touch that it’s him fucking me, owning me, destroying me for everyone else. He locks me to him, his eyes clashing with mine as he fucks me relentlessly.

“Angel,” he groans, the slap of our skin loud. His arms bulge with power, and I can’t look away from this god before me. No man should be this good-looking or this incredible at fucking me. My body is his more than it’s mine.

It responds to his words.

His touch.

His demands.

“Fuck, you’re so goddamn tight and wet, look how bloody wet you are. I’m obsessed with you, Angel. You’re mine. Say it,” he demands, leaning over me and releasing my throat enough for me to talk. “Say it,” he orders as he powers into me.

My legs shake as I reach that edge of release again, but he keeps me there with measured thrusts, not enough to send me over the edge, and he knows it. “Say. It,” he snarls, squeezing my throat in warning.

“Yours,” I cry. “Yours, yours, yours, Daddy, I’m yours!” I scream as he rams into me and reaches down and flicks my clit at the same time.

“Come,” he commands, and like a good fucking girl, I do. I come so hard, I almost black out. I can still feel him fucking me, fucking me right through it. I’m barely over the first crest, and he’s already building me back up.

“You’re going to come again,” he demands, his fingers whitening with the grip he has on my legs as he tosses them over his shoulders and keeps up his hard, wild pace.

“I can’t,” I whimper, shaking my head.

“You can and you will, Angel. Your body is mine, and if I tell you that you will come again, you will. All over my cock like the good little dirty girl you are,” he demands.

“I-I—fuck, I’m too tired, too sore,” I cry out.

“I’ll kiss it all better, but right now, you’re going to fucking come,” he orders. When I shake my head again, he pulls out of my clinging pussy, making me cry out.

I’m flipped, and my shaky legs hit the floor as I’m pushed down with a hand in the middle of my shoulders. Body bent, he kicks open my legs and drags my ass higher as he slams inside of me.

My nails rake down the wood, scarring it as I cry out yet push back to meet his thrusts. I want what he’s offering, the orgasms he pulls from me. His thick cock drags along those nerves until I’m right back on that ledge.

“Now!” he demands, and I tumble once more, my body locked and shaking beneath him as I try to breathe. My pussy clamps around him, making him grunt, and he stills.

“Yes, Daddy, fill me up, let it drip from me, show them who I belong to,” I cry out, as I feel him fill me with his release.

I collapse forward, my face pressed to the wood. He leans into my back, his cheek pressed against my shoulder as he pants too, our slick bodies sliding together. “Christ, Angel, I think you’re trying to kill me.”

When I laugh, I make him groan again, and he kisses my spine. “Let’s get washed up, and I’ll make you some actual food.”

“Orgasms and sandwiches? You’re the best daddy ever,” I tease, making him smack my ass.

“Better remember that, Angel,” he retorts.

Oh, I will.

I will…