Daddy’s Angel by K.A Knight

Lexi

He does fuck me where he finds me, which just happens to be on the stairs. His hands tangle in my hair as he makes me scream so loud, I undoubtedly wake the neighbours, but I don’t give a fuck. Then he carries me upstairs and into the shower and fucks me against the tiles, his big fat cock hammering into me until I can’t walk anymore.

After, we fall into bed and each other’s arms, just trying to breathe. My pussy and thighs are sore in the best way. Holding me tight, arms and legs entwined, he peppers kisses along my face. I can’t help but giggle. I feel like my heart is going to burst with happiness. This is more than sex, even though the sex is amazing, but afterwards, just…being with him, laughing, talking, and holding each other is slowly becoming my favourite part.

Watching the big, successful Tyler Phillips relaxing and smiling is addictive. He smirks at me now, tracing his hand over my side as he finishes telling me about his day. “I missed you,” I blurt randomly. He blinks, and his smirk fades into a slow, sure, sexy smile that has my thighs clenching together.

“I missed you too, Angel. How has your week been?” He pulls me closer, kissing the top of my head. Our naked bodies are pressed together, making me shiver as his hard body dwarfs my small frame.

“Long and lonely without you,” I purr, stroking his chest before I sigh. “I saw Justin.”

“You did?” he asks, peering down at me. Not in jealousy, but confusion.

I nod and lean my head against his chest, accepting his comfort. “He turned up at my apartment, claiming he wants me back. I told him to get lost, but he was quite insistent.” He grips me close and just listens. “I don’t know why. He was the one who cheated and broke up with me, and if we’re honest, we were horrible together. Just a wreck, and neither of us were happy.”

He hums, and even though it must be awkward for him, he gives me some advice and consoles me. “Some men don’t realise what they have until it’s gone. They always want what others have. It’s quite foolish really.” He lifts my chin with a finger. “My son is a fool, I always thought that. He never realised how incredible you are. I’m sorry you had to deal with that. I bet it was very awkward. Is there anything I can do, Angel?”

I kiss him softly, dragging my lips along his. “Just keep being so amazing,” I murmur. “I love how you see me. All those compliments…they make me feel so beautiful.” I kiss him again.

He chuckles, and I roll so I’m above him with my knees on either side of his hips. I feel his cock hardening as he groans against my lips. “I can do that, Angel, it’s not hard. You’re the best thing to ever happen to me. So fucking smart, so goddamn sexy, kind…” I lick and kiss down his chest as he talks. His voice stutters for a moment when I wrap my hand around his hard length.

Smirking and poised above his cock, I arch my eyebrow at him. “Is that all, Daddy?”

“Fuck, Angel,” he murmurs, reaching down and slipping his fingers into my hair. His eyes are wild, his mouth parted on a pant. I love the power I have over this man, the man who orders me around, who controls me so easily, and rips me apart and puts me back together. Yet with one look, one kiss, one touch, he’s mine. “You’re perfect, and so goddamn talented that when you sing, I’m transported to a different world—” He groans as I suck the head of his cock into my mouth. He pants but carries on, compliment after compliment pouring from his lips, spurring me on.

Twisting my hand around the base of his cock, I bob, taking his length further into my mouth, until he hits the back of my throat. His hips jerk, and he groans, thrusting into my mouth and taking back control. His hand holds me there as I moan around his length, dribbling down it as he pulls me off and pushes my head back down. He fucks my mouth without restraint. I wiggle on the sheets, my pussy clenching in need as heat pools in my belly from the feel of him in my mouth, of his hand tugging almost painfully on my hair, and the power in each thrust and the lustful way he watches me.

“Angel, fuck, your mouth is like heaven. I just want to spend all my days here, fucking you. Watching you pant and beg for me,” he rasps, his neck corded as he strains to hold back. But I want to feel his release explode in my mouth, to taste it and know I made my daddy weak.

Humming, I hollow my cheeks and suck harder, and with a yell, he explodes in my mouth, filling it. He thrusts right down my throat, forcing me to swallow his release, which I do greedily. When he’s spent and collapses back, I pull off his cock, licking away every last drop of cum before sitting up with a smile. Eyes on his, I drag my finger over my lip and suck it clean.

“You taste so good, Daddy,” I purr.

His eyes narrow, and I shiver from that look, knowing it means I’m either in trouble or about to come so hard I won’t be able to see. He crooks his finger at me. “Get your beautiful ass up here now.”

I crawl up his body, but he grabs me when I go to kiss him. His hands grip my hips, lifting me effortlessly, before he presses my pussy to his greedy mouth. Gasping, I fall forward, bracing my hands on the wall. My knees spread around his head as he eats me. No teasing, no, his tongue dives into my channel before flicking my clit.

Over and over.

Resting my head on the wall, I grind onto his mouth, desperate for release. His hold on my hips is possessive as he drags me back and forth along his tongue. Praises and pleas leave my lips. My eyes roll into the back of my head as I writhe above him when he sucks my clit into his mouth.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

With his tongue, without words, he demands I come for him…and I do. I whimper against the wall, shaking and shivering as I press his head further into my pussy, riding out the waves of release. And when it’s over, I collapse backwards. He catches me and drags me back into his arms as I pant, eyes still closed. Chuckling, he kisses my lips, and I taste my own sweetness mixed with his flavour.

“Goodnight, Angel,” he murmurs.

“Night, Tyler.” I yawn, snuggling closer, unable to fight the exhaustion anymore.

* * *

Kisses trail down my back, and a hand traces up my leg. Groaning, I part my thighs, and I hear a laugh. “Morning, Angel. I’ll leave you to get dressed. I’m going to make breakfast, anything you want in particular?”

“Pancakes and orgasms,” I murmur, burying my face into the pillow.

He laughs again, and then his lips brush my ear. “If you’re a good girl, I’ll eat this sweet little dripping pussy with the syrup.”

I flip over and open my eyes instantly when he gets up, laughing as he leaves the room. The bastard, he knows how to sweet talk a girl into getting up. I hear him moving around downstairs, so I slip from the bed. I dress in one of his shirts, and wash and push my hair into a bun before heading downstairs.

Slipping into my seat, I grin as he hums along to the radio. His bottom is only covered in some grey joggers that leave nothing to the imagination as they cup his ass lovingly. His broad shoulders and muscular arms draw my gaze as he cooks. It should be illegal to be this good-looking. When he turns, he winks at me, and I almost swoon. He makes me a tea and places it in front of me, leaning over and kissing me at the same time. “Mmm, you taste delicious,” I murmur, licking my lips.

He grins and moves back to the stove. “Syrup. I was tasting it, making sure it was good enough to touch that pretty pussy.”

I almost spit out my tea. He shouldn’t be able to say stuff like that so calmly. I clean up as he places food in front of me, slips into his own chair, and digs in. My stomach rumbles so I eat too, devouring the whole plate. It’s that good. When I’m done, I lean back with a groan.

“Is there anything you can’t do? Cook, fuck…” I smile, and he laughs as he wipes his mouth with a napkin. I watch him do it as I bite my lip, my pussy clenching as I remember his wakeup promise.

His eyes drop to my lips, and he sits back, draping his arm across the chair as he watches me. “Want something, Angel?”

“You, always.” I grin and then stand before rounding the table. I drag my finger through the syrup on his plate and paint it across his lips. Leaning in, eyes on his, I lick them clean. With a groan, he palms my head and drags me closer as I giggle and fall into his lap.

He kisses me hard, dominating my mouth, and then pulls away, leaving me wanting more. I ache for the orgasm he promised. His hand slips under the shirt and grips my hip before dragging up my side, over my ribs, and to my breast. He squeezes it hard before twisting my nipple, making me whimper.

“Daddy,” I gasp. “You promised… I was a good girl.”

“You are never good, Angel, you’re like Lucifer in a dress.” He laughs but kisses me again, dragging his hand back down to my thigh. He strokes it as he leisurely kisses me, like he has all the time in the world to explore me, even as I’m panting and twisting in his lap, wishing he would touch me more.

“Impatient little thing,” he whispers against my lips.

Biting at his, I tug it before letting it snap back, and he groans. I feel his hardening cock jerk at that, and suddenly, we’re standing.

I’m thrown onto the table. The food and plates crash onto the floor and smash, but we ignore them as he yanks the shirt open. Buttons fly everywhere until I’m bare for him. He grabs the syrup and drizzles it along my chest. I whimper as the coolness of it makes me shiver, and then I pant as it drips over my skin. He licks the trail along my chest, up between my breasts and then around my nipples before sucking one into his mouth.

I can’t help but laugh before it fades into a cry. “Yes,” I hiss, wrapping my legs around his waist. His lips glide up my chest to my chin as we meet in a desperate kiss. Reaching between us, I slip my hand into his joggers, grab his hard cock, and squeeze, making him groan into my mouth.

His hand slips down my belly to my pussy and slides through my wet folds, flicking my clit along the way before he teases my hole. “I’m going to fuck you with syrup-covered fingers, and then lick you clean as you come,” he warns.

Hell yes, sign me up.

Like he heard my internal plea, he leans away from me. Panting, I watch him slather his fingers in syrup like he promised and, eyes on me, he slips two of them inside me. He stretches my channel, rubbing along my walls until I lift my hips. It’s so twisted, I can’t help but love it. Then his mouth attacks my breasts, nipping, licking, and sucking my nipples. I give myself over to Tyler’s pleasure. I ride his hand and push my chest into his mouth, and when I come with a scream, his mouth is on my pussy, lapping up my release, tasting my cream mixed with syrup. He licks me through it until I push him away.

Sitting back with a smile, he licks his lips and hums. “Sweet.”

“Fuck, Tyler,” I rasp. With a hungry look aimed at me, he shoves down his joggers. I barely catch a glimpse of his hard, thick cock before I yelp as I’m dragged down the table. He throws my legs over his shoulders and slams his cock inside me.

A scream leaves my lips, the sound quickly morphing into a moan as he works his cock into me before pulling out and plunging back in.

Lifting my hips, I meet his quick thrusts with my head thrown back against the table. My nipples ache from his mouth, and my pussy pulses with aftershocks that he fucks me through.

“I love the way you feel, Angel. So fucking tight and wet wrapped around my hard cock. My greedy little girl, aren’t you? Just loving whatever I give her,” he growls.

Eyes closing in bliss, I nod in response, but he spanks my clit, making me cry out. “Words, Angel,” he demands.

“Yes! Fuck, whatever you want!” I cry out desperately, my pleasure already building back up and ripping through my body. My skin is overheating, my belly quivering, and my legs are beginning to shake. I can’t catch my breath, can barely speak as he hammers into me.

Fucking me like he promised.

He spanks my clit again, harder this time, and it throws me over the edge. I drag him with me, clamping around his thick cock until he comes with a yell, filling me with his cum. Leaning down, he rests his head on my chest, listening to my pounding heart as we lie there and recover. I feel our mixed releases dripping from me, and the sticky sensation of it has me whimpering.

It was a perfect, quick, hard fuck. I love everything he gives me—the long teasing sex, the short feral kind…anything, as long as I get to have him.

“Now that’s a good morning.” He laughs and kisses over my heart. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”

We shower together, kissing and laughing, and after, I get dressed in my normal clothes again. I have to work later, and Tyler has to check in on his new acquisitions, so he drives me home. He kisses me goodbye in the car with a promise to talk to me later and plans to spend all day together tomorrow, which I can’t wait for.

I watch him drive away with a huge smile I can’t seem to get rid of, and when I can’t see him anymore, I head inside.

When I reach my door, I see flowers there, which makes me grin wide as I grab them and let myself inside. As I walk to the kitchen to find a vase, I look for a card but don’t find one. Either way, I’m betting they are from Tyler. They aren’t my favourites like he bought me last time, but they are still pretty, and the fact that he sent them makes me want to do a happy dance.

Is this what being in love feels like? If so, I want it to last forever.