“Now!” he demands, and I tumble once more, my body locked and shaking beneath him as I try to breathe. My pussy clamps around him, making him grunt, and he stills.
“Yes, Daddy, fill me up, let it drip from me, show them who I belong to,” I cry out, as I feel him fill me with his release.
I collapse forward, my face pressed to the wood. He leans into my back, his cheek pressed against my shoulder as he pants too, our slick bodies sliding together. “Christ, Angel, I think you’re trying to kill me.”
When I laugh, I make him groan again, and he kisses my spine. “Let’s get washed up, and I’ll make you some actual food.”
“Orgasms and sandwiches? You’re the best daddy ever,” I tease, making him smack my ass.
“Better remember that, Angel,” he retorts.
Oh, I will.
I will…
Tyler
I make pasta while Lexi is washing up. I’m just setting it onto the table with some sparkling water, when she comes back into the room wearing nothing but one of my shirts.
I close my eyes and pinch the bridge of my nose. “Angel, fuck,” I mutter. “Do you want me to fuck you again?”
She laughs as she passes me, trailing her hand across my chest. “Food first, Ty, then you can fuck me to your heart’s content.”
“You don’t make it easy to keep my hands off you,” I mumble as I open my eyes and smack her ass when I step by her and take my own seat. I place my napkin on my lap, trying to ignore my rapidly hardening cock as she sits. The shirt gapes, the first three buttons undone, showing me the full crests of her breasts.
She brings her knee up like she always used to, and it makes me smile. It’s a habit, something she does when she feels comfortable with someone. She never did it with Justin after he commented on it. The little idiot. I hide my smile as I take a sip of my water and watch her pick at her food.
“Angel, you need to eat.” I wink to soften the rebuke, but I observe her until she takes a big bite and start to eat myself. She doesn’t take care of herself, but that will change, I’ll look after her.
Always.
She thinks she gets to walk away from this, but she’s wrong. She might not have meant it when she said she was mine, but we both know the truth.
She’s mine now, and I’m hers.
No other will compare. I don’t even want another. I just want her. Even if it’s hard, complicated…and twisted. I want her for the rest of our lives. I’m tired of being alone…but I was waiting.
For her.
We eat in comfortable silence for the most part. “How’s work?” she asks before she takes a sip.
“Really good. We have expanded and taken on over two hundred more employees.” I wipe my mouth, sit back, and watch her.
“Wow, that’s amazing, Tyler! Though I can understand it, you’re an amazing boss with an incredible work ethic.”
“Thank you.” I smile. “What about you? Have you decided what to do about singing and your degree?”
She launches into her answer, and I listen with rapt attention. Everything about her life interests me. She’s very intelligent, but also creative, and trying to stifle that would be a shame. She deserves to be happy and to enjoy her work.
Reaching over, I clasp her hand. “I wish I could have found the job I love when I was your age. If you find something you love now, why hesitate? What does it matter what anyone else thinks? Happiness is a hard thing to find, my love, hold onto it.” I squeeze her hand as she beams a breathtaking smile at me.
I could do this every day for the rest of my life—talking through problems, sharing our lives. It’s so normal, blissful, and as I stroke her hand, I can’t help but lean in and kiss her.
This is so much more than physical. Our emotions were already in this relationship before this weekend, since the moment I met her, to be honest. She can deny that all she wants, but deep down, she knows the truth. It never worked with Justin because she didn’t love him.
She was falling in love with me.
Like I was with her, so deeply it scared me. It was so quick, I couldn’t even fight it, as much as I tried, but sometimes, it doesn’t matter how hard you try