make my breath catch. He lifts my foot and places it inside the hole, and then does the same with the other before slowly tugging them up my thighs. He kisses along my legs as he goes, making them shake again. He kisses my clit before he tugs them into place, and then he stands and cups my pussy over the fabric, making me wiggle at the wet feeling of his cum dripping from me. “I’m going to fuck my hand when you leave, knowing you will have to sit in my cum drenched panties all the way home, Angel.”
Fucking hell.
He pulls my dress into place and moves away, letting me breathe as he takes his intensity with him. That’s another reason I need to leave. When I’m with him here, I get caught up in Tyler, but I still have a life, friends, and things to do. He can’t be my whole world…
He calls a taxi, and my heart sinks, even though this was my choice. I collect my belongings and wait. He doesn’t look at me the whole time, so I head over and wrap my arms around him from behind. He covers my clasped palms. “I’ll miss you, Daddy,” I murmur.
He sighs. “Then stay.” The words are quiet, like he dares not speak them.
“I can’t, we both know that.” I step back when I hear a honk, and I wait, licking my lips, but when he doesn’t turn around, I feel my face drop. “Goodbye, Mr. Phillips.”
I turn and walk quickly away, trying to hide the tears in my eyes. Why does this hurt so badly? I hear loud, swift footsteps before I’m spun around and smashed into the wall. Those dark eyes are locked on mine, and his lips are tipped up in an arrogant smirk like the first time I met him. Just like then, he still takes my breath away. He’s still the most beautiful man in the room, in any room. “I told you, it’s Tyler or Daddy, Angel.” He kisses me, hard and fast. “Don’t you fucking forget it. I’ll be seeing you soon.”
He pulls away and steps back, his hands balled into fists. My fingers brush my lips and dance across them, feeling the warmth still there from his kiss. Swallowing, I offer him a cheeky smile. “Not unless I see you first…Daddy.” I turn and rip open the front door and rush down the path, knowing if I don’t, I might stay.
I practically run to the taxi idling at the curb, not wanting to look back. To see those eyes, those lips…and the man who has so easily taken over my heart and body. One look is all it would take, one crook of those deliciously dirty fingers, and I would be back on my knees before him. I get into the taxi and tell the driver the address, and only then do I look back at him.
He’s watching me go, his face drawn and sad, eyes lost. I feel the same. I watch him as we pull away, staring until I can’t see him anymore, and then I turn around with a stuttered sigh. Pulling out my phone to keep me occupied, I scroll through the missed calls and messages and notifications, but I can’t bring myself to care or reply.
I’m numb and sad. I thought I could walk away from him so easily. But somewhere over the weekend, I started to fall in love with Tyler Phillips. It’s new and fresh and so easily breakable, but I feel it, the rush of the fall.
I fell in love with my daddy.
Tyler
I watch her go, my heart cracking at the sight. She should be here with me, and when I go back into the house, it feels wrong. It feels empty without her laughter, her teasing, her presence. One weekend, that’s all I had her for, and I’m already planning forever. But I’ve had six months to fall in love with my angel, and fall I did.
Hard.
I refuse to let her go. I try not to text her straightaway, not wanting to scare her, but my plan is hinged on her agreement. So I clean up and then grab my phone, thumbing out the message and hesitating. If she says no, could I really let her walk away?
Probably not. I’m a possessive asshole, and Lexi is mine.
Tyler: Tomorrow night, 9 PM, go on a date with me.
She doesn’t reply immediately, so I pocket my phone, intent on getting some work