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.
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