Angel (Love, Daddy 1)

My fingers move with purpose; a fleeting thought about being gentle crashes around in my mind, but that is not possible. I glide up her thigh until I feel the fabric between her legs, pressing my knuckles into the little valley of her panties, seeking out the heat that is rising from her, needing to feel the soaking wetness that will soon be on my tongue.

I break the kiss, both of us panting as her eyes waver for a moment, trying to find focus. Her head tilts back to rest against the window. Her eyes catch mine with a flash of sparkling green lust, and I want to memorize everything about his moment... I need her to look at me like this every time, in awe as I give her what she needs and craves.

“Open your legs.” It comes out as a growling order, not a request. “Wider,” I grunt, and I watch her mouth fall open as she draws in a deep breath and her thighs spread under my touch. “There are so many things I want to do to you, Angel, do you know that? Can you feel that?”

I push my hand harder between her legs, demanding she open for me, my fist banging forward watching her beautiful, jade-green eyes widen as she nods her head ever so slightly.

“This is so strange, isn’t it?” she manages to stutter as I shift my knuckles into the wet dent of her panties. I feel her juices soaking through and it sends a shock wave up my arm, raising the beast already fighting to get out.

“I don’t think it’s strange, Angel. Does this feel strange?” My fingers slip between the elastic and the edge of her upper thigh, into that sensitive spot, and her precious lips open further to steal halting breaths, each of which I bend closer to capture with my mouth.

I tease, running my fingers now up and down the circle of elastic, tempting myself to delve, to feel what will soon be mine, the flavor of her perfection. I can tell from the bit I’m managed to feel, she’s smooth and hairless. I close the remaining space between her face and mind, my tongue jutting out to trace around the outline of her open lips. Then spinning inside her mouth as her hands come up to rest on my cheeks with a devilish grip.

Each second of this first time I’m committing to memory so I can play it over and over in my head until the last moments of my life. Nothing has ever been so poignant, so destined. I’m a virgin in so many ways just like her, because nothing and no one has ever come close to making me feel these kinds of soul-reaching sensations.

She tenses as my fingers jerk her panties to the side. I tug and pull until the cotton fabric hangs loose, the elastic giving up and showing me what I crave. The scent of her arousal hits me like a cannon ball to my nuts and I have to pull back from our kiss and bite my lip to keep from emptying them right there.

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Baby, you’re so wet.” It’s like Christmas and New Years and every fucking win I could ever imagine. “So fucking wet. That’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever felt, Angel. You’re wet for me.” My voice throttles up a notch at the thought that I did this to her, and my dick threatens to erupt, my balls throb, wanting to spread my seed all over her. Mouth, tits, pussy and ass. I’ve imagined them all. And I’m about to embark on what will be the first of an endless number of moments like this.

“You have that effect on me.” She tugs at my neck and giggles as my fingers brush her naked outer lips, sending my mind into a spin. “I’ve started bringing an extra pair of panties to work because of you.”

“Christ.” My voice trails off as I bring my forehead to rest on top of her head. It’s all too beautiful. Her words, her scent, the first moment my fingers slipped inside to feel the delicate flesh, sopping and silky on my calloused fingertips. “You have no idea how long I’ve dreamed about this. About us. It hurts to breathe around you I need you so bad.”

I drop one hand to grip the front of my pants, showing her the effect she has on me.

“I guess we were slow starters.” Her breathless words come out in a little burst as I quit the teasing and discover her clit and stroke it between two fingers. “Oh my god.”

I’ve pleasured myself while imagining this moment so many times, it takes a Herculean effort not to spill right now. My balls are practically inside my body, drawn up so tight and ready to heave, but I want the one thing I’ve needed the most. Two things. I need her to know who I am, and I need her to cum.

“Magnus.” The thrust of my fingers low into her soaking heat elicits my name with a gasp. Her eyes pop open and she leans back to look into my face.

“You’ll always be safe with me, Angel. You know that already, don’t you?”

She nods, her breaths coming faster as I slip one finger just inside her opening, the pad of my thumb strumming over her clit in time with her breathing. She shifts her soft rump as she settles back farther on the passenger seat, my body in the center of the space, thanking Christ I hadn’t ever switched out the front bench for bucket seats. She lowers another inch on the slick vinyl, giving me better access. Her eyes flutter open and closed as I play and gently glide a thick finger where her body gushes then hold it still.

“I’m going to be someone to you. Only to you. And you are someone only to me. I want you to agree to trust me, let me show you who we can be together. How this is not just our first moment. Our first moment began the day I stepped into that store and saw you. You know that’s right, don’t you? We’re not strangers; we’ve been together since then. You feel it too.”

I push my finger deeper, but I feel the resistance, the tightness. My chest constricts at the thought that she’s so pure, so innocent, and my skin turns to fire.

“Yes. That’s what I meant about it being so strange. God, that feels so good.” A soft giggle swells my heart. Her hands reach out to discover the hard tension covering my chest and opening herself more for me and I swallow hard at the perfection of it all.

Waves of her silky hair curl around her neck, a light green ribbon decorates her tossled hair, her eyes are barely focused and yet completely connected to mine. Her sweet scent and the wet folds of her cunt spin a potion more intoxicating than the strongest liquor. “Magnus—” She shudders, her face lax as one hand drops to my forearm and the other flails, uncertain of what to do.

I grab it and hold, entwining our fingers so I can feel her tighten, telling me everything I want to know.

“I want you to call me something other than Magnus, baby.” My breath comes faster, not knowing if she will understand. But nothing can stop me from my own frantic need to be this to her.

“What?” The single word sounds desperate, unsteady, and I let the pad of my thumb begin to circle the hard nub of her clit as it grows with its own greed. My middle finger gently pushes through her tight opening as fear rushes through me at the thought of my girth entering her here.

“Inside my head, I’ve been calling you ‘Angel’ ever since I met you. How did it feel when I said it out loud?”

“It felt...” Her voice drifts.

Her fingers tighten on mine as she adjusts her hips upward into my hand, her skirt gathering higher on her thighs, giving me a view of the pink, soaking heaven where my digits draw out her essence. “It felt right,” she says. “I mean, it seemed odd, but it still felt right. Like that was my name.” Her words are slow, sounding drunk and the blush on her cheeks makes the pain of my need rise another notch.

“That is your name. And you want to know my name?” I drive my finger upward slightly into her center not enough to breech her, but enough to feel the tightness gather around. She stills with an inward gasp, her body freezes, then shakes around me, her eyes dropping to slits, her brow tightening. Then her eyes pop open again to catch mine as I stare at her, rapt in what is about to be the pinnacle moment of my life.