Daddy’s Angel by K.A Knight
Tyler
Fuck, she tastes like heaven.
She came so fucking prettily on my tongue and fingers. I can still taste her, her screams ringing in my ears, and yet I want more. I want it all. I want to be buried in her cunt and see her come on my cock. I want those nails in my back, clawing me there instead of my head. I want to come across her breasts, mark her, claim her.
But she’s young, innocent. In those moments, however, she looks anything but as she moves closer, naked and flushed with pleasure. Her chest is heaving and begging for my mouth, so I can’t help but lean down and tease her nipple, sucking it between my lips. She groans and grips my head before pulling it up. I go willingly, and we pause before our lips crash together.
She must taste herself on my lips, because she whimpers and bites down on my lip, dragging it out. Gripping her ass, I pull her closer, holding her against me as her hand slides between our bodies and cups my cock. It’s hard, begging for her, wanting to be inside her. But if we take that step, there is no going back. I just planned to make her come and let her think through what happened, but my angel has other ideas.
She drops to her knees and, eyes on me, flicks open my trousers and pulls out my cock. Her tiny hand wraps around the base as she blows over the mushroom head before licking it. Groaning, I jerk into her mouth, tapping her lips until she opens them and sucks the tip inside. Her cheeks hollow as she sucks before popping free and licking along my shaft, wetting me thoroughly. “You taste so good,” she murmurs huskily.
“Dirty little brat,” I growl, and she grins mischievously.
“Yeah? What are you going to do, Daddy?” Before I can say anything, she swallows me down, all the way to her hand, which she twists tightly. I groan, my head dropping back as she bobs up and down, swallowing me deeper each time. Her hot little mouth is better than I could have ever imagined, her lipstick staining my cock.
I can’t take it anymore though. Dragging her up, I kiss her again, smudging that red lipstick all over us both. “Should have walked away, Angel, when you had the chance, because now I’m not letting you go.” She’s panting and shivering as I grab her.
Spinning her, I kick open her thighs and press her down with a hand on her back, baring that pretty perky ass that she paraded across the stage, teasing me. She grips the sink as I fist my hand in her hair and drag her head up until she meets my eyes in the mirror. “Eyes on me, Angel. You will know exactly who is fucking you, exactly whose cock you’re coming on.”
She whimpers, her lips parting as she rubs herself against me. “Then fuck me already.”
I lean down and watch her in the mirror as I dig my teeth into her shoulder in punishment. She jerks against me, closing her eyes for a moment before they snap back open and lock on me. Biting harder, I run my hand between our bodies and finger her wet cunt until she cries out again, pushing into my hand for more.
“Tyl—Daddy, please!” she begs.
Releasing my teeth from her skin, I happily note the mark there before I grab my cock and slide it back and forth across her wet pussy. She pushes down on me, grinding on my cock, her ass sticking out to try and take me.
Impatient little thing.
“Fucking dirty little girl,” I mutter, gripping her hair tighter as I notch my cock at her entrance.
“Yes, filthy, so fuck me, fill me with your cum, until it’s dripping down my legs and they all know exactly what we were doing in here.” She groans, her pert breasts begging for my lips.
“Angel,” I moan. “When you talk like that, you make me want to fuck that dirty little mouth of yours.”
“Later,” she promises, arching back and slamming down so an inch of my cock slips inside her. She moans at the feeling, while I grip her hip to slow her with my other hand. I’m too big for her to take me all at once, even as she pushes back to try.
“That’s it, Angel, take all of me, work yourself onto my cock,” I murmur.
Her eyes close and her lips part in pleasure as she grips the sink, pushing back another inch to take me further into her tight wet pussy. “God, you’re so fucking tight, Angel.”
She swears, her head falling down. She’s so wet, but even so, I’m too big. Gripping her hip, I drag her back and forth on my cock. “Come on, Angel, take all of me, I know you can. Fuck my cock, baby girl.”
“Tyler, God, please,” she begs, pushing back to try and take me, but she can’t get enough force.
I stop teasing, denting her hip with my fingers as I slam into her. She screams, jerking against me, but I hold her still, letting her feel every inch of my thick cock invading her. Taking her.
Claiming her.
Making this dirty little angel mine.
“God, you feel so good, Angel, so tight, so wet,” I murmur, licking her shoulder as she relaxes against me. “Good girl. Feel how hard I am for you, how goddamn crazy you make me. I’ve imagined fucking this tight little pussy more than I can ever explain. Having you screaming beneath me as I cover you in my cum, watching it drip from your mouth and pussy and even your ass.”
She cries out and pushes back, so I slowly start to move with small, little thrusts, just working through her tight muscles as I continue to tell her every dirty little thing I want to do to her.
“Every game night, I imagined getting to my knees and burying my face in your pussy, making you scream as you come on my tongue.”
She cries out again, clenching around me as I start to speed up.
“Every movie night, I wanted to slip my hand up your thigh in the dark and feel if you were as sweet as you looked.”
“Tyler,” she gasps, her eyes meeting mine in the mirror, hazy with lust. Her red lips are parted, her cheeks flushed. She’s never looked so beautiful.
“Every fucking party, like my birthday, I wanted to follow you to the bathroom, bend you over the sink, and watch you take my cock—just like this—and fuck you so hard you couldn’t walk. They would hear us, wouldn’t they, Angel? And you still wouldn’t stop, not until you came like the greedy girl you are.”
“Yes, God, yes,” she chants, pushing back to meet my thrusts, going wild.
Gripping her hair tighter, I slam into her again and again. I fuck her hard and fast like I promised, her slick pussy clenching around my cock as she grinds back into me, taking all of my length.
“Such a dirty little girl. You would love it if someone saw us. If someone caught me fucking you. Saw you wild with desire for me, your cunt dripping and mouth filled.”
She rocks back harder, taking what she needs. “That’s it, Angel, take it all, make yourself come on my cock. Take that edge off.”
She cries out and does just that, her eyes closed in bliss, her body thrashing in my grip as she rocks and grinds on my cock, chasing her release. “You’re so close, Angel, I can feel it, all ready to come again for me, and we have barely started…”
“Fuck,” she snaps, opening her eyes again to meet mine. “You’re so big.” She shakes her head, watching me through the mirror. “You feel so fucking good, better than I imagined… I did that night,” she admits breathlessly. “When I was riding his cock, I was imagining it was yours… I was touching myself, thinking of you, when he woke up. I needed to come so badly…God, so badly.”
I pull on her hair, and she cries out in pain, her pussy clamping down on me. “So you used him, didn’t you?” I demand.
“Yes, yes, yes, Daddy, I used him,” she shouts.
“Did you come hard? Did you scream and close your eyes, imagining it was my cock you were bouncing on?” I growl, demanding her answer. “Look at me, Angel.”
Those baby blues lock on me as she licks her lips, her pussy fluttering around me. “Yes, God, yes, I was imagining it was you, every fucking time.”
I can’t help it, I lose it, and with a snarl, I piston into her. She cries out and her cunt clenches around me as she comes, but I fuck her through it, keeping my eyes locked on hers so she knows exactly who’s fucking her now. “Again,” I demand.
“I can’t, God, I can’t!”
“Again, Angel, or I’ll come on your chest and make you walk out there with it on you,” I warn. I release her hair and grab her other hip, yanking her ass higher so I can get a better angle.
She screams as she pushes back to meet me. I can’t control it anymore, I’ve needed her for too long, she’s too fucking tight, too wet. Too perfect.
“Now!” I roar.
She moans as I slam into her once more, and using her hips, I grind her onto my cock until not an inch of room is between us. With my own grunt, I fill her clenching pussy, filling her with my cum.
She gasps and moans as my cock softens, still pushing back with tiny thrusts, rocking on it as she rides out her release. “Good girl. Look how beautifully you came for me.”
“God, Tyler,” she croaks, lifting her head, her eyes lax and lazy as she leans back into me, letting me hold her up. I don’t tell her my own knees are weak and feel like they might buckle from the pleasure still coursing through me.
It’s never been like this, not with anyone else. But with my dirty little angel? It’s fucking amazing. And we are only just getting started. A knock comes at the door then, and she smirks. “Busy!” she calls.
Pulling free of her clinging pussy, I grab her dress and kneel down, lifting one leg and then the other as I drag the fabric higher until she’s covered from my greedy eyes. “I need to clean up,” she protests.
I turn her then grip her throat and drag her closer. “No you don’t. You’re going to walk out there with my cum dripping from your pussy. You’re going to get in my car with me, and if you’re a good girl, I’ll fuck you on the way home.”
“And if I’m not?” she whispers dangerously.
“I’ll fuck you on the way home but won’t let you come. Then, back at mine, I’ll fuck you again, driving you crazy until you’re begging to come, and only then will I let you. Your orgasms are mine now, your body is mine, and I haven’t had nearly enough, Angel. I plan on having you all night long, and maybe even the next day and the next. Only when I’m satisfied will I let you go.”
But I know deep inside, it will never be enough. Not one night, not a week. I can’t get enough of Lexi, and I don’t think I ever will.
