Daddy’s Angel by K.A Knight
Tyler
Ican’t sleep that night, even with Lexi in my arms, sound asleep. I punched my son. Guilt fills me, but I would do it again and so much more to protect the angel in my arms. Justin is my kid, always will be, and my love for him is endless, but he’s becoming less and less the kid I remember, and more and more a man I don’t recognise. It makes it hard to love him, and when he swung at my girl, I saw red.
I had to restrain myself from hitting him more than once. But as soon as I saw the pain and heartbreak on his face, reminding me of when he was a child and I was his hero, I knew I’d fucked up. I should have done anything but punch him. But it’s happened, and there is nothing I can do but live with the consequences now and hope I can save my relationship with my son.
Maybe after he calms down, we can all sit and talk and make him understand this is more than just sex, this is love, and I won’t give up Lexi for anyone.
Including him.
But when the sun rises, I’m still awake. My mind is running in circles. Lexi groans and burrows her head into my chest, making me smile as I look down at her. She’s so beautiful. Every time I look at her, she takes my breath away. Her eyes flicker open, and she blinks as she stares at me.
“You are too much of a morning person,” she grumbles, and I pull her closer, wrapping her in my arms. I don’t mention I haven’t been to sleep yet.
“Hmm? Can I make it up to you with breakfast?” I offer.
That perks her up, making me laugh as I lean down and kiss her. When I taste the sweetness that is all Lexi, my cock jerks, but I ignore it. Not everything is about sex, and I want her to know that. As much as I crave to see her body splayed beneath me, and have my cock in that tight little pussy with her pleasure dripping all over it, I desire the intimacy just as much. Her kindness, her words, her support, her love.
I slip from the bed and leave her to wake up as I head to the kitchen. My eyes catch on the ruined door, so I quickly shoot a text to a contractor I know, and he promises to be here within the next hour to fix it and also add more security measures to it. I want my girl to be safe, and no one should ever get in while she’s sleeping or vulnerable.
Hell, just never until she lets them in.
I hear her getting ready, so I turn to the fridge and pull out some sausages and bacon to make some quick sandwiches. I’ve brewed the coffee and am just plating up when she comes in, freshly showered and dressed in a simple, clingy dress that almost has me dropping my mug in my haste to get to her. Laughing, she tries to swat me away as I kiss along her face and neck, dipping her as I do and feeling her up.
“Food first, cock after.” She huffs.
Grinning, I pull back and kiss her. “But you look good enough to eat, Angel,” I mutter.
“Well, in that case—” She starts, but then sniffs. “Oh God, is that bacon? Move.” She pushes me away, and I almost fall over with laughter as she rushes to the table and starts to eat.
“I see where I stand in your hierarchy,” I tease as I sit and begin to eat too.
“Yep, it goes bacon, Daddy, donuts.” She smirks as she pops another bite into her mouth.
When we have finished eating, I wash up as she sips her coffee, her gaze faraway. I don’t like the concern in her expression, so I spin her chair around, grab her mug, and place it on the table as I fall to my knees before her, stroking her thighs. Those blue eyes darken with hunger as she watches me, her thighs parting slightly to invite me closer.
Watching her, I lean down and kiss along her thighs, nudging her dress up with my nose. “You promised Daddy after, didn’t you?” I murmur against her skin, making her shiver. I love her response to me. Goosebumps erupt on her skin, and her thighs spread wider. Her hand reaches out and grips my shoulder, trying to drag me closer.
Teasingly, I run my nose along the inside of her thigh as I press them open. Her dress still covers her pussy, so I tug it up and lick my lips at the tiny yellow lace thong obscuring my view of my favourite place to be.
Buried deep inside of her with any part of me.
“I’m hungry for something else,” I whisper against her skin, rolling my eyes up to meet hers as she leans back, lips parted as she watches me.
“Oh yeah, what for?” she asks, throwing her thigh over my shoulder to give me better access.
“You, always. For this sweet little cunt that’s already nice and wet for me, and to taste your pleasure in your cum, Angel.”
Done wasting time, I pull off her panties, kissing along her leg as I do, before staring at her wet cunt. I graze my mouth along her thigh, stopping and nipping every few inches. She groans, trying to drag me closer, and I chuckle.
Finally, I touch her pussy, and she trembles under my touch. I part her lips and glide my fingers down her slit, wetting them before rubbing her clit and then dragging them back down and slipping them inside her. Her tight pussy wraps around my fingers as she starts to fuck herself on them.
But I promised to eat her, and my mouth is already parched from the need to taste her. Leaning in, I pucker my lips around her clit and suck, rolling it back and forth before lashing it with my tongue. She grinds into my mouth and fingers as I speed up my touch. Her sweetness explodes on my tongue, almost making me come from her taste alone.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” she whispers, grinding into my mouth. I wait until she’s almost there, and then I sit back, my chin and lips no doubt coated in her cream.
“Daddy,” she whines, her eyes flickering open.
Kissing her inner thigh, I get to my feet and head to the fridge, not showing her what I’m doing until I’m back between her legs. She watches me in confusion as I lean in and, with the ice cube in my mouth, lick along her pussy.
She yelps, but it turns into a groan as I slip the cube along her clit and wet, warm pussy. “Holy hell,” she mutters, jerking her hips as she chases her release.
Humming, I slide it along her, back and forth, bumping her clit time and time again before curling my tongue around it and burying it inside her channel. She cries out, clenching my hair as she rides my face desperately. The ice melts inside her until, with a yell, she comes, tightening around my tongue. Groaning, I lap up her cream until she pushes me away.
I sit back and watch my angel pant, her eyes fluttering open, her chest heaving as she slumps in the chair. Smirking, I lick my lips as she watches. “On your feet, face down across the table. Now, Angel,” I demand.
She grabs the table and gets to her wobbly feet, but I can’t wait, and I decide I want to see her face when I plunge inside her. So I stand, grab her, and drop her on the counter before ripping open her thighs. She watches me hungrily as I yank down my pants and palm my hard cock.
“Get inside me,” she orders, tugging her dress over her head and tossing it away.
Groaning, I lower my head and suck one of her hard nipples into my mouth, but she’s impatient, her hand wrapping around my length and guiding me to her dripping cunt. I grab her thighs and pull her to the edge until she’s balanced and leaning back, and with one stroke, I slam inside my girl, stretching her tight pussy around my thick, hard cock.
Releasing her nipple, I turn my head and suck the other one into my mouth, twisting and biting down as she clenches around me, her legs wrapping around my waist, urging me on.
Gripping the edge of the counter, I lift my head and meet her gasping lips as I pull out and thrust back in. She moans into my mouth, and I swallow it down as I fuck her.
I speed up until we’re clinging to each other, her pussy pulsing, her cries increasing. My legs shake with the need to come, but I hold back, wanting to be in her tight, wet heat as long as I can. She feels so fucking good.
When I’m inside her, nothing else matters. Everything but her and her pleasure disappears.
Her hand slides between us and cups my balls and squeezes them. I’m helpless to resist, and I slam into her, grinding down to hit her clit, and I grunt as I come. She whimpers, her pussy clenching around me as she’s thrown into her own orgasm.
Good fucking morning to me.
* * *
I leave Lexi’s after breakfast and go to work for a few hours before heading home to deal with calls, and then I finally settle down for the night. But my house is empty and lonely, and I realise I want to spend every night with my girl. Here, at hers, I don’t care. As long as she is with me.
I text her that, and she sends me back a crying emoji before wishing me goodnight.
As I’m cleaning up, the three loud banging knocks on my door make me frown. It’s late, and Lexi is asleep at home, so who could it be? They come again, louder this time, more insistent, almost shaking the door with the force and sending the dog next door into a barking meltdown.
Before I can even answer it, the back door opens, and I turn to see a flustered, angry Justin. “Justin, what the fuck?” I snap.
He slams the door behind him, his face red and eyes glazed. He’s clearly drunk. “Go home and sleep it off, or stay here—”
“I’m not fucking staying here! In the house you’ve probably fucked my girl in!” he yells.
Frowning, I try to restrain my anger, but he’s getting on my last nerve. “She is not your girl. If you came to argue, you can leave. I’ll call you a taxi. If you came to talk like men, then take a seat.” I give him his options, my arms crossed.
He grinds his teeth and wrenches out a chair before falling into it. I stay standing, not liking the look in his eyes. I really don’t want to have to break my relationship with him—or worse, call the police—but I will protect my angel. Maybe without her here to enrage or distract him, I can get through to him and make him see the truth.
Sighing, I look at him as he stares at the table. “I know you’re angry. You have every right to be. I need you to know we did nothing while you were together. We both tried to resist the spark between us, but she needed comfort and one thing led to another. We are both adults, Justin, and you didn’t love her, but I do. You need to move on from this, or you will lose me.”
He snorts bitterly and starts to laugh before lifting his head to glare at me. There’s no sign of my son left in that malicious face. “I didn’t come here to be friendly or hear your excuses.”
“Then why did you come?” I ask, dropping my arms and stepping towards him. “To fight again? You need to grow up, Justin. You cheated and broke up with her. She is nothing to you anyway, and she makes me happy, can’t you see that? After all these years, I finally found that, and you want to break it like a child? Because you’re jealous? Because something you threw away like trash has found happiness, and now you decide you want her back?”
He tries to interrupt, but I narrow my eyes in warning.
“Grow up and fast. Maybe I’ve spoiled you too much, but you don’t threaten, harass, and break into a woman’s house. You’re lucky she convinced me not to call the police. And you don’t come into my house unannounced,” I snarl, winding myself up as I step towards him. He gets to his feet, facing off with me. “I have loved you through all of your mistakes, always supported you, and tried to teach you right from wrong, but I have clearly failed. You have turned into a terrible man, and I’m disappointed you are my child.”
I know it’s too much, too far, when he flinches. For a moment, I see the little boy in his eyes, whose dad is his hero, who looks up to me, loves me, and is always fighting for my pride in him. And I crushed him. I wince and rub my eyes. “I’m tired, I shouldn’t have—”
“Shut the fuck up!” he yells. “Fuck you, and fuck your whore! I don’t care what you think of me. You’re nothing but a pervert fucking some cheap, quick tail.” He grins at me as I narrow my eyes. “You think she won’t leave you? That she won’t move on to someone younger and more exciting? She has the attention span of a fucking fish, and once she grows bored with your dick like she did me, she will be gone, and you will have ruined everything over one shit pussy.”
“Leave now, before I throw you out,” I growl, my fists clenching and body shaking in anger. How dare he talk about my girl like that? How dare he accuse me of being a pervert, of trying to tarnish the fucking angel that is Lexi?
In this very moment, I hate my son and what he has become.
He is my biggest mistake.
“Now,” I demand. “And you’re wrong, Lexi and I are in love. Get over it. She won’t get tired of me or leave because she loves me and my fucking cock. Just because you couldn’t satisfy her doesn’t mean I can’t,” I snap, letting out the rest of my rant. If he doesn’t get out of my face in the next second, he will be in the hospital for his words and actions.
I’m tired of protecting him, defending him.
He’s not my son any longer. He’s nothing more than a stalker, a crazed ex.
“You aren’t my son. You are a bitter, sad little man. Come back when you’re ready to apologise and maybe, just fucking maybe, if you do or say nothing else, our family won’t be wrecked,” I tell him and turn away, dismissing him.
“Fuck you and your family. I don’t want to be your son,” he yells. “And I will ruin you both for what you have done.” Something is slammed onto the table, and I look back to see a picture—a picture of Lexi and me. It’s taken in my garage, she’s pushed against my car. I’m fucking her, it’s clear and explicit… How did he even get this?
He laughs bitterly. “I have the whole fucking video on my phone. You forgot to change your security passcode and that there’s a camera in there. You’re going to end it, you’re going to break her fucking heart and trash her, or else this little video? It goes viral. I’ll send it to all your clients, your friends and family. Everyone will know what a sick fuck you are. It will ruin your reputation, your work, your relationships. Is one pussy really worth that?” He steps back, leaving me staring at the picture.
He took a beautiful, treasured moment and turned it into something dark and angry, infecting one of the best moments of my life. It’s something private between Lexi and me, and he wants to make it public? To shame and embarrass us for finding love?
I lift my head to demand he delete it or do it myself, but the door is swinging open and he’s gone.
I have no doubt he will do it, he will post it everywhere. The question is can I stop him? And if not, can Lexi and I live with the consequences?
Will she leave?
Will she hate me?
I don’t give a fuck about my reputation, about what people think, but she’s had a hard life, and this might push her over the edge. Love doesn’t make you blind, you can still love someone and leave them. Sometimes because it’s easier, sometimes because it hurts too much to stay.
If they all see this, if they make our lives hard…miserable…will it be too much?
Is this the end of my angel and me?
I slam my fist into the wall and press my head there. I can’t lose her, I can’t. What the fuck am I going to do? Hate like I have never felt fills me at Justin for putting me into this situation. For making me choose.
Because I will always choose her.
Now I just need to figure out how to keep her and stop this from getting out.
