his cock into my mouth, and I close my lips around his hard, thick length. With a hum, I encircle my hand around his base and start to bob, going slow at first, until he starts to lift his hips, fucking his cock in deeper.
His eyes stay on mine, his jaw locked and grinding as he watches me. Squeezing and twisting my hand, I suck him down all the way to the back of my throat. He groans, his hips stuttering before he speeds up. It won’t take him long, and I can’t wait to taste him on my tongue, all man and his pleasure.
Running my hand up his thigh, I slip it between him and the quilt, and while he’s distracted, I push a finger in his ass. He yelps and jerks his hips, slamming his cock down my throat as he comes. I pull back, letting it drip down my chin and onto my chest. When he slumps, I lick his cock clean before pulling my finger free. Using my clean hand, I rub my fingers in his cum and twist and flick my nipples as he watches me with a groan. Swiping up more with my hand, I lick it clean with my eyes on him, curling my tongue around my fingers before tracing up my palm.
“Angel,” he groans, closing his eyes as I smirk.
He pants as his cock softens, and I slip from the bed, wash my hands, and climb back on, straddling his waist. “Distracted you enough, Daddy, or do you need to fuck my ass?”
His eyes slam open, and his hands go to my hips. “On your fucking knees, now,” he almost roars.
Laughing, I do as I’m told, ready for a night of orgasms and Tyler’s addictive cock. I wonder if I will ever get enough of him. Probably not.
I’m a daddy’s girl for life.
Tyler
I’m still pissed at Justin, but Lexi calmed me down during the week, enough where I agreed that he made a mistake and was drunk. That doesn’t mean he’s going to get away with it though. There are little mistakes, and then there are cornering and scaring your ex and making lewd comments mistakes. He’s still going to get an ass kicking when I see him next.
Which is why it’s a good thing he’s not coming to the meal today. It’s a yearly tradition to have it at my house. Fifteen relatives are coming—my father and his new wife, their new kids, Justin’s aunt, my aunt, my uncle, and some I’m not even sure how they are related…and Lexi. They will probably ask why she’s there. They don’t know she broke up with Justin and she’s met them before, but still, I don’t give a fuck. I want her here at my side, I just wish I didn’t have to hide it. I want to hold her hand, show her off, and talk her up to them, but she’s not ready yet.
I can wait, but it doesn’t mean I’ll keep my hands off of her in private though. I want my little angel to know I will fuck her and have her however I want her, whenever I want her. I don’t care if they find us, let them. We are both consenting adults, so why does it matter?
She even offered to help me cook, which I usually do alone, and it’s nice. We turned some music on and talked and flirted as we cooked. She started a food fight, which ended up with her screaming my name with my cock buried in her pussy while I fucked her across the counter, her beautiful breasts pressed into the dough.
Looking at the clock as I pull the cake out of the oven, I sigh, knowing they will descend upon us soon and the bliss I’m currently feeling with Lexi will fade. I will have to go back to pretending she’s my son’s girlfriend or just a girl I know, not the woman I’m crazy about.
That I’m in love with.
When she comes into the kitchen, dressed and ready, she takes my breath away. I often feel like a sick bastard for taking her, being with her. I don’t just call her Angel because she’s sweet, but because she looks like one. And right now, with the sun shining through the door, lighting up her golden hair and golden skin, she might as well be here to collect my soul and heart. Because she has both.
She looks up and smiles as she finishes