Angel (Love, Daddy 1)

“Yes, baby, get those pants open. What’s taking you so long?”

Heat is coming from between her open legs, sending me wild. I lean forward and sink my teeth into the side of her tit, harder than I intend, but it only makes her hands move faster, with a greater purpose. I’m falling into some new place. A new purpose wells in my heart and it’s like coming home.

She jerks down my zipper, only to see the clear outline of my monster cock pushing painfully outward against the slick fabric underneath. I see the confusion and a hint of disappointment, which only drives me into more fury. Her wanting me is the pinnacle of everything. It’s clear there is no easy way for her to free the beast from the layers of nylon that hold me tight. Her bottom lip pokes out and I ease her troubled mind with a flash of the knife and a few words.

“I got this.”

I open my hand and release the blade from the pocket knife. I have to let go of her leg to pull the fabric up, giving it some space between where I’m about to slice through it and my throbbing erection. In one movement, I slip the blade under the elastic band and the sound of tearing nylon fills the space between us.

Her lips open into a disbelieving oval when I put the blade away, and I throw the sheathed knife on the floor of the car. Then I take both my hands and jerk the fabric open further, tearing it enough that my cock leaps up and out like it’s on a spring.

“O

h my god.” Her face turns near white, then a smile ignites across her lips. “It’s, like—Oh my god.”

“I know babe. It’s big. Now get your hands on it,” I order.

I swoop my fingers down between her legs and she lets out a yelp as I work the wet folds, drawing out her slick juice, then bringing it up to her lips, painting it on her.

“This is you on my fingers, Angel. I’m going to put it on me, where you belong, and then you’re going to hand fuck me until you and I cum together.”

I press my slick fingers to her lips and she opens. The sensation of her accepting warmth, her tongue wrapping around my fingers, sends drops of pre-cum out of the slit of my dick. It’s already covered in the slick, clear liquid and it’s about as primed as a powder keg.

“Good girl.” I drop my fingers from her mouth and take her hand in mine, rubbing the slick liquid into her palm. Then I spread it up and down over the helmet of my iron-hard dick.

“Now, you’re going to make Daddy cum, Angel. I’m going to hold on as long as I can, because I need you to always cum first. But then it’s your job to do what I tell you, do you understand?” The rumble of my voice is in contrast to the soft words, and I see the effect it has on her as her face brightens and the twinkle in her eyes tells me we are a match made in a heaven. It’s just neither of us knew until we found each other.

I guide her hands to circle my fat shaft. Even both of them working together don’t cover the real estate, but her eyes are flickering with lust and it catapults my own until my ears buzz and my toes curl.

“Like this.” My single hand covers both of hers, and my mind races around with all the ways I want to fuck her, my heart ricocheting around in my chest, making it hard as fuck to breathe.

I take my free hand and find her clit with the pad of my thumb then my forefinger on the other side, feeling her shudder as I give it a slight pinch, then roam up and through her wetness, moving in time with her as I show her how I want her to fist my meat.

“Faster, a little faster. Tighter. Right there, when you go over the head, squeeze like this.”

There is no sense of self consciousness, no embarrassment; she is shaking as I flick and finger her, teasing her while I teach her how to please me. And please me she does.

“Like this?” Her breathy words nearly draw up my balls and end it right there, but I want more, I want it longer, and I want my cum sprayed on her skin while she soaks my palm with hers.

She’s got my cock mastered already, so I drop my guiding hand from hers. My other hand still involved in discovering every petal and soft texture of her amazing pussy.

When she grips down tight on my iron hard on, I lean my head back with a deep groan. I can’t keep my eyes open, it feels so fucking good. My fingers feel her heat, her wetness, and I draw my hand out for a moment. I bring her glorious flavor to my lips, my tongue swirling around cleaning all her essence from my digits.

I let her hands work, mine reaching up to press against the ceiling of the car, bracing myself because it feels like she’s pumping my soul from my body.

I open my mouth and lick her sweet liquid candy from my fingers for a long moment, sighing like a growling beast as her hands work my thick, bone-hard dick.

“So good.”

With that I’m back with her. I’m not going to last much longer. She’s too sweet, too good, too beautiful.

And too mine.

I shift my hips and bang her thighs open with my hand, I want her wide.

“Put your feet up here.” I grab at her ankles, pushing her legs apart and setting her feet on the car seat, spreading them on either side of my legs. “Scoot down, I want to see that pretty cunt when it cums. I want my cum on you there.”

She strokes me, even and smooth, then fast and tight, varying her movements until my neck muscles tense with the effort of holding on. I finger her sensitive clit, a fingertip on each side, swirling and flicking. I drop my hand from the roof, swooping it down and I don’t hesitate, shoving my middle finger into her tight hole, making her jerk and gasp.