Daddy’s Angel by K.A Knight
Lexi
Two Months Later…
Life is good again.
I know he’s still struggling with Justin’s death, he always will. He lost his son, and that will never just go away. But when he’s adrift in the grief or darkness, I’m there to light the way for him. He also earns my forgiveness, not that he didn’t already have it, but he tries extra hard. Breakfast is always waiting for me, my favourite flowers and wine too. It’s in the little things, like warming the car before I get into it or putting the heat on before I get home…all of them show me how much he loves me.
In return, he pulls me from my doubts and propels me higher than I ever knew I could go. He teaches me what true love looks like. He’s always there, he’s always forgiving and caring. He cooks for me, he shops with me. From lazy days to adventures, we do it all together.
We ignore the looks, and eventually, those who know us get tired of hating on us. We lose some friends, but Tyler doesn’t lose any business or family, which I’m glad for. His dad and stepmom come for dinner every Friday, and I finally understand what it means to be part of a family.
He watches me perform every Saturday, cheering the loudest and clapping. He’s beyond proud of me. He also attends my theatrical shows every single weekend. Without fail, I find him beyond the lights, love shining in his eyes and pride etched across every single line of his face.
Love is there, waiting, if you’re willing to look for it, to fight for it, no matter how strange it seems or how much others tell you it’s wrong. Only your heart knows what you want, what you need, and you should listen to it beyond everything else.
Beyond the hate, beyond the doubts.
Love is love.
Despite age, gender, or the amount of people. And as long as you are happy, why does anyone else’s opinion matter?
It fucking doesn’t.
Let them hate, because love will always win, and one day, their hate will be the only thing they have left in this world.
It’s been two months since we got back together, and this time, I’m counting, because I know this will last. Our love will endure everything this world throws at it.
Tyler has been hinting at a surprise for weeks now, almost gleeful with knowing. I try to entice it out of him at every turn, but he just grins and distracts me in the best ways. I officially moved out of my apartment last week and in with him. For years, it was my house, my escape from the world. There, I taught myself to be independent, and I fell in love with who I was.
But it’s time to go home and move on to the next stage of my life with Tyler.
His house is always filled with laughter, and I love waking up next to him every morning. He still touches me every time I enter a room, like he can’t believe I’m really here. He also built me a wardrobe for all my costumes and a makeup stand to display everything. Without even asking, he saw my need and dealt with it. He really is incredible.
I look up from my texting session to see him reading. What is it about a man reading that’s so hot? He’s holding his book with one hand. His grey joggers are loose around his thick thighs, and his chest is bare, showing me all his impressive muscles. His hair is pushed back and slightly wild from me trying to plait it earlier. His other hand is cupping my toes where they rest on his thigh. Leaning back into the sofa, I just watch him, watch the way his eyes flicker over the pages, absorbing every word, and the way his lips move as he reads without even knowing.
The way his shoulders clench and roll as he turns the page before cupping my toes again, squeezing to remind me he’s here. Sometimes, being together is enough, even if it’s just relaxing.
“What, Angel?” he murmurs distractedly.
“You’re pretty,” I tease.
He snorts and winks at me before going back to reading. Unable to help myself, I wiggle my toes, and he lets go as I snake further down the sofa, pressing them to his cock. His eyebrows rise, and he looks up.
“What are you up to, Angel?” he asks with a grin, his arm draping over the back of the sofa.
“Nothing,” I reply innocently, and pretend to read on my phone again.
He goes back to his book, and I arch my foot, dragging it along his cock, back and forth, concentrating on it, even as I stare at my phone like it’s an accident. I feel his cock hardening against my foot and his eyes lasering in on me.
“Angel,” he warns, the low timbre of his voice instantly making my pussy clench. It’s his bedroom voice.
“Yes, Daddy?” I inquire sweetly, blinking as I look at him. I lock my phone and toss it down to the floor next to me as I push my foot into his cock, making him grunt.
He slowly closes the book, placing his bookmark there, and leans over to set it on the coffee table before sitting back, those eyes locking on me again. “You want to play?” he murmurs, pressing his hand onto my foot and rubbing it against his cock.
“Always,” I purr, and slowly pull my crop top up to expose my breasts. I already decided bras were pointless when living with him—they either get lost or ripped away—so I never wear them. He watches me, and deciding to push him further, I slide my fingers across my belly to my joggers and then slowly slip them inside to touch my bare pussy. Panties are the same as bras—they just get in the way.
I watch his Adam’s apple bob as he swallows. I part my thighs and rub my wet center, moaning when I touch my clit. “I’m wet,” I tell him, biting my lip. “You should feel how much.” I groan, dipping my fingers inside myself.
“I warned you about teasing me,” he murmurs. “Remember, Angel?”
“I remember something about don’t do it or I get pussy spanks and punishments, but you were basically threatening me with a good time.” I grin.
His lips tip up in a smirk, and he pushes my foot away, spreading his legs wider, his hard cock tenting his joggers. “Fine, no spanks. Instead, get on your knees,” he orders.
Defying him, I keep touching myself, and his eyebrows arch. “Get on your knees right this second, Angel, or I won’t let you come for a week.”
You can bet I get my ass moving. I roll from the sofa and crawl across the floor until I sit back on my heels between his parted legs.
“Pull my joggers down,” he demands.
I grasp the waistband and drag them down, his huge, hard cock springing free and almost hitting me in the face. My mouth waters as I think about taking him between my lips. He lifts his ass, letting me pull them to his ankles, and then he kicks them off and I throw them away, staring up at him.
His huge body is on display, with his arm still over the back of the sofa, his abs clenching enticingly, and his hard cock pressed to his stomach, leaking at the tip. The veins bulge on his thick, hard length.
“Now yours,” he drawls, enjoying this. His other hand wraps around his cock, stroking it slowly as I stand. Stepping back, eyes on him, I hook my fingers in the waist of my joggers and gradually pull them down, turning as I bend to drag them over my feet, making him groan. I spin back, grab the hem of my shirt, and drag it over my head so I’m fully naked before him.
He watches me while stroking his cock, his thick thighs lifting slightly. “Knees,” he demands.
I drop to them instantly and crawl over, sliding my hands over his calves and up his thighs. I await his order, licking my lips as I wait to be told to suck his cock. He presses it to my lips, but I know better than to lick, even though I want to. He brushes it over my lips, back and forth, painting them with his pre-cum.
“Suck it,” he finally orders, his voice hoarse.
My hand darts out and wraps around his base, barely able to close around his thick length as I lick the tip. I dip my tongue inside the slit for more pre-cum before I run my tongue down his length and back up. He watches me with lazy, pleasure-filled eyes as I finally reach the tip and blow my breath over it. His cock jerks in my hand, and with a smirk, I wrap my lips around the head and suck.
“Fuck, Angel,” he growls, lifting his hips, but I pull back and lick the tip again. “Swallow me whole,” he snaps, losing his restraint now.
Deciding to do as I’m told before he takes it away again, I swallow him all the way to my hand before raising my head. He fists his hand in my hair as I slide my mouth down again, before bobbing up and down on his cock. I move slowly at first before I speed up. He grunts loudly, lifting his hips and fucking my mouth. His hand tightens in my hair, tugging me faster and faster. Saliva drips from my lips and down my chin unchecked as I swallow him again and again. I grind my pussy into the carpet for some friction, my clit throbbing and pussy pulsing, aching for release.
To be touched, fucked.
With a grunt, he pulls from my mouth, leaving me panting and confused. “Enough punishment. I want that pussy I own,” he mutters, and yanks me up onto his lap. His hands part my lips as I throw a leg over his thighs, basically hovering over his hard, leaking cock.
He rubs my clit furiously until I’m riding his hand, and then he presses the head of his cock against my pussy. “Drop, baby, I want to see you ride my cock, make yourself come while I watch.”
Like a good girl, I do, impaling myself on his cock. I have to fight for every inch, lifting and dropping. My cream drips down his cock, wetting it and making it easier for it to slip inside, until he’s balls deep. He stretches me so deliciously, filling me so good that I can’t help but twist my hips and grind. Grabbing onto the sofa over his shoulders, I roll my hips, speeding up as both of us fight for our release.
Riding my daddy like he ordered.
I bounce harder and harder on his cock, every now and then slowing to roll my hips and grind down until I find my release. I cry out, my head falling back as I clench around him. He watches me the entire time, his dark gaze hungry and possessive, and only when I blink my eyes open and lock them on him does he move.
“Playtime is over,” he growls, tightening his hands on my hips. He pulls me from his cock, making me whimper as he flips me over, a spank landing on my ass.
He yanks me higher up on the sofa, bending me over the arm, and wraps his hand around my throat as his cock slams into my pussy from behind, forcing a scream from my throat at the sudden invasion. He doesn’t fuck me softly, no. He pounds into me, faster and faster, pushing me forward with the momentum, his balls slapping loudly as he takes me.
Owns me.
“Daddy,” I whimper as I push back to meet his hard thrusts.
He groans, squeezing my throat, while his other hand snakes up my belly and clutches my breast. He pinches my nipple before heading back down and flicking my clit. All the while, he impales me on his huge cock. I gasp at the pleasure spiralling through me. I’m so goddamn close again already.
He changes the angle, lifting my hips slightly until he drags along that spot inside that has my eyes closing and words leaving my lips. Pleas, prayers, and praises until, with a scream, I come.
All over his cock.
He follows me, grunting as he stills, and fills me with his release as he leans over my back and kisses along my spine.
“Goddamn, Angel. I love you.”
