Latte Darling (Darling, #2)

by S.J. Tilly

This guy has gone into full Daddy Bear mode and it’s amazing. If we weren’t in public, and magic was real, I’d morph my clothes into a schoolgirl outfit and climb into his lap. I’ve been skipping classes, too.

I figured it’d be okay- maybe fun, maybe dull- but I did not figure that my date would bail and that his dad would show up in his absence. And I certainly didn’t count on the dad being so goddamn attractive. But I guess that’s the perk of being in your 30’s. I can play cougar and date some guy in his 20’s, or I can level up to the next generation.

I glance down, towards the front of his jeans, and wonder if he’s oversized everywhere.

Did she just take a picture of us together? That should be weird, right? I certainly shouldn’t feel proud about that.

“So, you gonna give me a ride, or what?” Suddenly, I don’t remember a single fact about cars. A heartbeat later, she slaps a hand over her mouth. “Oh my god! I didn’t…” Her eyes widen even further. I can only manage a choked sound, because I want to laugh at her expression- but the idea of giving her a ride is now seared into my brain.

“Oh, I know! I’ll say – hey, sorry you got grounded last night. But don’t worry about standing me up, because your dad showed up to our date. And as you probably know, he’s hot as fuck. And I’d really like to get my hands on that girthy Coke can cock again, so could you give me his number? And if this thing works out between us, we’ll have to decide if you should call me mom or sister because I call Axel Daddy, too.”

Oh Maddie, you shouldn’t have worn my sweatshirt. There are consequences for your actions, Baby Doll. And you’re about to find out what happens to naughty girls who misbehave.

“Beg me for it,” I demand. “Please.” “You can do better than that.” I slide in half an inch more and she moans, her eyelids fluttering. “Beg me for it, Baby Doll.” “Please, I want it!” Her hands reach for me. “Please, Daddy!”

“God, you’re fucking adorable.” His fingers spread against my ass until he’s palming my whole cheek. “And fucking sexy.” He squeezes. “Pretty sure doing all the things I want to do to you might kill me. But I’m willing to take the risk.” I flatten my hand back against his chest. “I mean… you are pretty ancient.” He barks out a laugh, then pinches my ass again, “Keep it up, Brat. See where that gets you.”

“That’s a nice thing to do for your dau-” My eyes narrow and my jaw tightens as he starts to pronounce the word. It’s halfway out of his mouth when he catches sight of my expression and stops. His eyes widen as they dart over to Maddie and back to me. Then he slightly dips his chin as he finishes, “-girlfriend.” I relax back in my seat with a nod. I don’t know if she’s my girlfriend, but she sure as fuck isn’t my daughter.

🤣🤣🤣

“I like you calling me that,” his voice is low, but I feel the rumble roll down my spine. My stomach tightens. Not with dread but with need. “Darling?” I whisper. He nods. I bite my lip, my blush building before I even ask the question, “I thought you liked when… I called you something else.” His eyes darken and I know he knows what I’m talking about. Axel’s fingers dig into the flesh at the top of my ass, pulling me closer. His voice quiet enough so only I can hear. “You can call me Darling in public, but it’s Daddy in the bedroom.”

“Just so we’re on the same page,” Brian slides the pizza into the oven, “if you two get married, I’m not gonna call her mom.” My laugh turns into a choke halfway up my throat. “Jesus, kid.” “What? I’m just saying,” he snickers. “She’s not even old enough to be your mom,” I mumble, while I pick my wallet up off the island. “Damnnn,” Brian drags the word out, a huge grin on his face. “Nicely done. Maybe instead of me calling her mom, she can call you Daddy.” I’m not sure what emotion is showing on my face – shock, horror, guilt – but whatever it is, it gives me away. Brian’s eyes widen and his face twists into a mixture of disgust and amusement. “Oh my god! I don’t know if I want to high-five you, or puke.” “How about neither and we pretend this never happened,” I suggest, slapping a handful of bills on the counter. “Deal,” Brian nods.

Maddie blinks up at me. My fucking kryptonite. And then she parts her lips, saying the words I’ve been dying to hear. “Please, Daddy. I need you.” My jaw clenches and I hook an arm under her knee, spreading her wider. “Anything my Baby wants, my Baby gets.”

“Tell me you’ll be a good girl.” “I’ll be a good girl for Daddy. I promise.” “Fuck.” This is so depraved.

“You’re going to sit here and think about your actions.” “My actions?!” I let a frizzle of outrage color my words. “Yes, Maddison, your actions.” This is the second time he’s used my full name today, and I swear I can feel the syllables pulse between my legs. “And maybe next time something like this happens, you’ll call me immediately and not drive an unsafe vehicle all over the state.” “But-” “No buts,” he yanks the door open, and lowers his voice, “and no touching that dripping cunt. You’ll wait to come until I’m the one to do it.”

“Maddison, you promised you’d never make me worry again. But now here we are, me sitting on your front steps, and you in the wind. There’s gonna be consequences for this, Baby.”

“Maddison Faye Richards, you can come with me willingly or I can haul you out of here like the brat you are.”

I love it so much when an mmc uses the fmc’s full name when she’s being bratty!! 🤣

Everyone else seems to understand that this girl is mine. Time for Maddie to understand it too.

“I should make you wait.” He strokes up. “I should make you watch me jerk off.” He strokes down. “I should cover you with my cum, so you finally get it.” He steps closer. “To make you finally fucking get it.” Axel climbs onto the bed, closing the distance between us and kneeling between my open thighs. “Finally get what?” I ask, my eyes locked on the cock inches away from my entrance. Axel leans down, bracing his weight on one hand, the other gently closing around my throat. His hand slides higher, until his knuckles push my chin up, making our gazes lock. “That you’re mine.” His grip tightens then loosens. “That I’m never letting you go.”

“I should’ve made it crystal fucking clear that you’re it for me,” Axel’s voice is thick. “You’re all there’s ever gonna be.”

“Say it again,” he growls. I don’t hesitate. “I love you.”

“That’s it, Baby. Come on Daddy’s cock.”

“Say you’re mine.” She’s still shuddering, and her pussy is trying to strangle my dick, but she manages to reply. “I’m yours.” Her chest heaves. “And you’re mine.”

“It’s no secret that I love you.” He steps forward, wedging his hips between my thighs. “But I’m not sure you understand what that means for me.” He grabs my left hand and presses my palm flat against his chest. Over his heart. “It means that I’m a better man when I’m with you. That I’m happier. And I don’t want to waste another minute either.” He reaches his own hand out, pressing it over my heart. “Life is too short to wait another minute to make you mine. In every way possible.” His hand slips away and he pulls the small ring free. “I know we still have things to talk about. Where to live. How many kids to have. But whatever it is, we’ll find our way. Together.”

“You deserve all the love in the world, Maddison.” Axel’s fingers close around mine to steady my hand. “All I have to offer is my love. But I’ll give you every last bit of it. Every inch of my heart. All the best parts of me.”

“Some part of me knew,” her words slide right between my ribs, straight into my heart. “Some part of me knew that moment was the beginning of the rest of my life.”

“Have I told you how perfect you are?” Her smile back is soft, her eyes glassy. “Not today.”