of him. That I never want him to stop. I want him inside me all the time in any way I can get him.
I’m obsessed with the pleasure he brings, like a junkie needing a fix. That’s what Daddy Tyler is to me now, my very own drug. Each kiss fuels it, each slide of his hands across my chest and sides urge me on. Each time he sinks into my pussy and wrings moans from my throat, it proves one thing.
This isn’t a one-time affair, this is addictive.
The thing about addictions? They have so much power to hurt you, and without them…without them, life is torture. How will I survive walking away from this when I know the bliss I can find in his touch?
“Stay with me, Angel,” he groans, pressing his head to mine as he drives into me, pushing away each depressing thought. Each stroke of his cock builds that pleasure higher until I don’t care.
If I’m an addict, so is he.
He might call me Angel, but we both know they fall.
I do, I fall hard, right over that cliff and into release. I moan against his lips as he stills and grunts his own pleasure. Our hearts are hammering, and our bodies are covered in sweat as he presses closer.
I wrap my arms around him as I try to breathe, but he kisses me so softly, so gently, it almost brings tears to my eyes. He fucks me like an animal, but after, he loves me so tenderly. How is that even possible?
“Stay, Angel, stay with me?” he whispers.
I blink, then swallow to ease my dry mouth as I come back down to earth.
Angels fall.
But can I really fall for my ex-boyfriend’s dad?
As we pant, his cock still inside me, our bodies locked together, I search his eyes. Words remain trapped in my throat as I search for an answer to his question. He sighs before kissing me again. “Let’s get some sleep.”
I know I’ve hurt him, but I don’t know what I want. This has all been so quick, gone so fast, and I’m wrapped up in Tyler. What if that wears off? What if it’s not enough? Can I really stay? But…can I really go?
Will he even let me leave if I try?
Do I even want him to?
Life rarely brings us second chances at a first love. I’ve had my fair share of boys and fools, and now I want a king who will take care of me in every way. Who knows what he has in his arms…a queen.
But can lust—I won’t say love, not yet—really last when we’re facing such odds?
I wish I knew.
Daddy…please, don’t hurt me.
Tyler
I leave Lexi asleep as I slip out to do some food shopping. On the way back, I decide to grab breakfast for her and myself, we can even have it in bed. I know in the light of day, she might have regrets or reservations, but I’m hoping not, just like I’m hoping she’s still there when I get back.
This is more than just sex or fucking. There is something between us, something I want to explore, even if she isn’t sure. I just need time to convince her I won’t hurt her like those idiots in the past. Time to prove she can trust me with her heart.
I’m just leaving the coffee shop with my drinks and bag of food when I run into Justin. I freeze, and so does he before he grins. “Hey, Dad. What are you doing up so early on your day off?”
“Getting breakfast,” I hedge. “I thought you were working today?”
“Called in sick,” he replies, his eyes darting away like they usually do when he’s lying. “Want to eat together?” he asks.
“Sorry, I have to get back, maybe next week?” I suggest.
He nods, and I pat him on the shoulder as I pass before stopping, knowing I shouldn’t. “How’s Lexi? I haven’t seen you both in a while.”
“Oh.” I look back to see his face reddening and his hand scrubbing at the back of his neck. “We broke up. Sorry, I know you liked her.”
Fucking understatement, kid, seeing as though I stole her the first chance I could, filled her with my cum, and am now thinking of ways to keep her forever.
“That’s too bad, she’s a good person. What happened?” I question dumbly.
He and I have drifted apart recently, mainly because every time I see him, I want to beat him up for having her, and I think