Daddy’s Angel by K.A Knight

Lexi

He twines our hands together, unashamed to be seen with me as he opens the door. There’s a woman waiting there, and when her eyes land on him, her mouth drops open. He nods at her and slides past, pulling me after him. I wink at her. “Sorry, Daddy called.”

I laugh as she sputters, and Tyler pulls me closer, his hand dropping to my ass and gripping it possessively as we wind through the crowd. Here, no one will question it, we’re all free to be who we want. It’s one of the things I love about it—you can just be you. No judgement, no stares…just being alive. Happy and consenting.

We are a family of misfits and cast-offs. Each and every girl has their own reason to be here, but up on that stage, nothing else matters. “Behave.”

“Yes, Daddy,” I purr, leaning into his side and batting my eyelashes up at him. I lick my lips as he glances down at me. “You could always fill my mouth…”

He narrows his eyes on me. “I will pull you over my knee right here, Angel, and we both know you would like it.”

“Is that a promise?” I murmur as I grab his hand and head over to the bar. Along the way, I wave at Halsey up on the stage as she performs. She’s younger than me, but we are really close. I almost laugh when I see a group of three young men gobsmacked in the front row, their eyes locked on her like no one else exists. I grab my bag and jacket from Jimmy the bartender, who doesn’t even blink at Tyler. Tyler takes my jacket and helps me slip into it before throwing my bag over his shoulder. Somehow, he still looks dark and fucking manly with a flowery bag over his shoulder. He pulls it off so well. His arm wraps back around me as he steers me from the club.

“Better get ready, Angel. We have all night for me to do all the dirty things I want to you.”

“I can’t fucking wait,” I purr, and lean into his side again, pressing my breast against him. He pulls me closer, slipping his hand up my thigh as we head into the cold air. He leads me across the road to his Mercedes and opens the door for me, helping me into the low seating. Leaning in as I get comfortable, he grins at me, brushing his thumb across my chin and the lipstick there. “Buckle up, baby.” He winks.

After shutting the door, I do as I’m told as he rounds the hood and gets into the driver’s seat. He revs the engine, one hand going to my thigh as he pulls out onto the nearly empty road. His hand creeps higher and higher, pushing up my dress, so I widen my thighs for him.

“Feeling impatient?” I grin, leaning back into the heated seat and lifting my hips a little to nudge him higher.

“With you? Always.” He smirks over at me, turning a corner with ease. “I’ve been wanting to get my hands on you for months. I have a lot of time to make up for…”

“Yeah, well, you better get started then.” I grin, grabbing his hand and dragging it up to my pussy. He groans, his eyes flickering from the road to me, but then he has to change gears and take his hand back.

“Touch yourself,” he demands.

I grin and say, “No, how about I touch you instead?”

Before he can protest, I have his trousers undone and his cock freed. Unfastening my belt, I lean over and suck his cock into my mouth with no teasing. I groan around him at his taste, salty and all fucking man. He’s so big, I can’t swallow him whole, so I wrap my hand around him and squeeze and twist as I bob up and down.

“Fuck, Angel,” he growls, his hand tangling in my hair possessively.

Hollowing my cheeks, I fondle his balls, sucking him hard and fast. Saliva drips from my chin as I glide up and down.

He drags me up and down his cock, gunning the engine. Suddenly, he rips me away. He’s panting and white knuckling the wheel, his cock hard and wet from my mouth.

He looks over at me with tight, lust-filled eyes. “Touch yourself, now, Angel, but do not fucking come.”

I pout at him for stopping me, but when he glances over with hard eyes, I do as I’m told, loving the effect I have on him. “Now, Angel, let me see those fingers in that cunt.”

Goddamn, his dirty mouth does wicked things to me. As does his forearms…and beard…and eyes. Okay, so all of him. I can’t wait to see him naked, strip him from that suit and worship at the altar of Daddy Tyler, ’cause Jesus Christ, this man, he’s aged to perfection.

Silver fox? More like silver god.

Not wanting to keep him waiting, I tug my dress up and open my thighs, shifting so he can see better, my head turned towards him on the headrest. Running my fingers down my center, I reach over and slide them across his lips, wetting them with my cream. He glances over and licks them clean with a groan. “You taste way too fucking good, Angel.”

“Even better with your cum inside me.” I groan as I dip my fingers inside myself. There’s no point teasing at this point, I’m so needy again. He just gave me four orgasms, and I already want more.

Arching into the seat, I run my hand up to my chest and squeeze hard, my eyes on him as I finger myself. “Fuck, I’m so wet, drenched.”

He groans, his eyes flickering over to me again and again. “Don’t you dare fucking come. The next time you do, it will be around my cock.”

“No promises,” I offer breathlessly, my voice husky as I flick my clit and ride my fingers unashamedly. We’re on the highway now with cars passing us. They could look over and see me, but I don’t care. Let them watch.

“Tyler—” I gasp

He swears and swerves, making me laugh which breaks off in a groan as I feel my impending release. He must too.

We don’t make it back to his place.

He pulls off the road with a curse and drives down a dirt track before stopping at the edge of a forest, the main road not too far behind. His seat belt is off in a moment, and then he’s grabbing me. Laughing, I let him drag me into his lap.

His hard cock is there, and he holds me above it with his dark eyes on me, his hands mean and tight. He’s so goddamn powerful, he makes me feel tiny and fragile.

He calls me Angel, but he fucks me like a whore. I love it.

He slams me down onto his cock as his hands rip down the dress, freeing my breasts. He sucks my nipple into his mouth, worshipping my body as electricity arcs between us.

I love sex, I love pleasure, but it has never been like this before. Never so raw…so filling, until I feel like I might die if I don’t have him. He feels the same, I see it in his eyes, and I wonder how we both fought it for so long.

But now we’re together, and it’s explosive.

Dirty, and oh so fucking good.

His cock slams in and out of me, so I grab the back of his chair and use it to ride him. Lights arch across the car as people pass us, and it only amps me up.

My breath fogs the windows as I pant and moan, using him, riding him. He holds me tight, letting me take whatever I want, letting me use him. Tilting back, I drag his mouth to mine and kiss him hard, all clashing teeth and desperate tongues as we rock and pump together, both reaching for the orgasms we can feel coming.

His fingers tighten on me, one hand gripping my breast—fuck, that’s amazing. I love the pain, I love the hardness. He clutches me tighter and drags me closer. His hips stutter, and he’s just pounding into me now, uncaring about finesse or restraint.

“Angel.” He moans my name into my mouth.

It sends me over the edge, and I scream my release into his car, dropping down on his cock and grinding. My body shudders from the force as I clamp around him. Pleasure surges through me so strongly, I can only hold on to him as he groans and stills, and then I feel him release inside me, filling me with his cum as it drips down his cock and my pussy.

Holy fuck.

We are both panting and sweaty, but as I lift my head, we grin. He cradles my cheek and kisses me softly, the gesture so opposite to the dirty, fast fuck. “Time to take you home, Angel.”

“Yes,” I murmur, biting down on his lip as I think about what awaits us tonight. We won’t be sleeping, no, tonight is about pleasure. Ours.

He tuts and smacks my ass in punishment. “Behave, or the first place I’ll fuck will be your ass.”

Christ, I hope so.