Daddy’s Angel by K.A Knight
Tyler
My angel is limp as I carry her to bed and clean her up. She’s already half asleep as she kisses me goodnight and ever so innocently and sweetly mumbles, “Goodnight, Tyler.”
I hold her all night, and when the sun rises, I’m reluctant to let her go. I’ve been trying to think of a way to get her to stay, to keep her forever, and a plan is forming. My angel thinks she’s walking away, but sometimes, an angel has to soar before it can be tamed.
She will be mine again, this possible separation isn’t forever. I remind myself of that when she wakes up. Those big blue eyes blink open and lock on me. A smile curves her lips lazily as she stretches and flips over onto her front and peers at me. “Morning,” she mumbles.
I can’t help but smile, she’s too fucking adorable. I lean down and kiss her. She tries to deepen it, but I pull away, leaving her wanting. She frowns as I laugh and slip from the bed. “Coffee and breakfast, Angel?”
“Sure,” she replies, obviously confused. “Then I guess you could call me a taxi?”
I hesitate, and only when I can control my expression do I glance back at her. “Sure thing. Come down when you’re ready, beautiful.”
I hear her getting up as I head downstairs with my phone out, putting my plan into place. As soon as I have it lined up, I brew the coffee and get started on breakfast. She’s used a lot of energy this weekend, so she needs to eat more.
By the time it’s done, she’s downstairs, wearing that dress from the club. I groan, almost stumbling as she comes in. Fuck, how can she get even more beautiful every day?
I have the urge to rip it off and bend her over the table, but I don’t, even though her eyes drop in disappointment like she expected it. “Sit, Angel,” I demand, and she does, sinking into her chair as I serve her, then myself. Once I’m seated, I place my napkin on my lap and watch, eyes narrowed, as she picks at her food.
“Eat, or I’ll put you over my knee,” I threaten.
She grins. “Is that a promise?” she purrs, but takes a big, purposeful bite, making me smile as I dig in myself, but the air is strained. Both of us are unsure what to say or do. She’s leaving, I know that, but I wish she would stay.
She makes this empty house feel like a home.
When she’s finished eating, she sips her coffee and our legs tangle under the table, the dark of it allowing us to reach for each other. We’re back to being a secret again, but fuck that. I want the whole world to know she’s my girl. I want to scream it, I want them to watch her in my arms and know she’s mine.
Kicking my chair back, I drop to my knees next to her and jerk her chair around, forcing her legs around me as I grip her chin and stare into her eyes before kissing her. Hard. She moans instantly, digging her hands into my shirt as she tries to rip it off, so I pull back and whip it over my head and toss it away.
Her hands land on my skin and stroke, making me shiver. Fuck, only she can make me weak like this. I nip at her lip before turning her head and kissing her neck. She whimpers, hiking her dress up to flash me her panty-less, wet pussy, and it’s my turn to groan.
“Fuck, Angel, how am I supposed to let you go?” I mutter against her skin, feeling her pulse pound under my lips. “When I can see how wet you are for me, when you surrender so easily…when I crave you every second of every fucking day. I want to come home and find you wet and waiting. I want to bend you over the table whenever I please.”
“Like now?” she asks, and grabs my hand, dragging it down her body to her pussy. Unable to help myself, I cup her.
“Like now, Angel. So demanding, aren’t you? So fucking needy, my little brat,” I mutter, nipping at her skin as I flick her clit before sliding down her wetness and slipping a finger inside her. But I don’t want my fingers there, I want my cock. And she wants to leave? Fine, I’m going to make her remember me. I’m going to ruin her for anyone else, so when she gets home and lies in bed tonight, she’ll get wet as she remembers the way I fucked her. I get to my feet and unbuckle my belt. She watches me with hungry eyes, her body on display for me. I pull out my cock and stroke it as I watch her.
“You want this, Angel?” She nods, and I narrow my eyes. “Words, Angel.”
“Yes, fuck, Daddy Tyler, I want it. I want you to fuck me right here and now,” she purrs.
“On your feet,” I demand. She stands, so I grab her throat gently and push her backwards. I walk her to the back windows. It looks out into the garden and the rest of the neighbourhood where people could see. I want her to know that I want them to see her with me.
To know she’s mine.
I press her to the glass and kiss her before turning her, my hand still on her neck as I lean in. “I’m going to fuck you right here where they can all see how well my angel takes my cock. How easy you come for me, and then you’re going to leave and sit in that taxi with my cum running from your cunt.”
“Yes! Fuck, please, Ty!” she begs, pushing back into me.
Laughing, I run my hand up her thigh and to her pussy, dragging my fingers through her wetness. “I love how turned on you get, love how fucking wet you always are for me. Is the thought of someone seeing us making you hot? Seeing you being fucked by an older, darker man? Taking your sweet little innocent body again and again?”
She’s moaning but not answering, so I slip my finger up her ass and press it inside her. She groans and pushes back into me. “You know when I talk, you’re supposed to answer, Angel.”
“Yes! Fuck, I want them to see! I want everyone to see. The idea of people watching us makes me wet as hell. Now fuck me, Daddy, please!” she almost screams.
Pulling my finger free, I press the head of my cock to her pussy, and when she inhales, shivering in need, I slam inside her. Her hands smack against the glass as she presses close. I drag her ass out more as I hammer into her, wanting her to feel every inch of my desire for her. How wild she makes me feel, how out of control I am, how much I’m going to fucking miss her and this.
“Oh, fuck,” she whispers, her breath fogging the glass. Leaning in, I lick along her neck.
“Fuck, you feel so good, Angel, like a goddamn fist around my cock. You take all of me so easily, like such a good girl, but you didn’t answer when I asked, so you get punished. You don’t come until I tell you, understood?”
She whimpers, her pussy clenching around me. “But, Daddy, I’m close.”
“I don’t fucking care. You don’t come, or I’ll pull out and come across that pretty face and make you walk out of here with it for everyone to see,” I snarl, digging my fingers into her hips as I fight off my own impending release, wanting this to last. I want to stay inside her forever, to keep her here with me every day.
Maybe I’m really punishing her for leaving, I don’t know, I don’t care.
“Come, now,” I demand, as I reach around and pinch her clit, making her come with a scream. She jerks and writhes, her pussy clamping on my cock and dragging my own release from me.
I groan, pressing my face to her neck as I fill her with it, relearning how to breathe. Her own heart hammers against my chest, and I lay a gentle kiss on her neck before pulling free from her snug body. I put my cock away and turn to her. She stumbles and leans back against the glass, her face hot with her desire. A smile curls her lips as she watches me. I kiss her softly, unable to help myself, and hold back the words I wish I could tell her.
Words that would no doubt make her leave faster, not stay, so even though they are there on the tip of my tongue, I don’t unleash them. Instead, I tell her with a kiss.
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