Latte Darling (Darling, #2)

by S.J. Tilly

I’m straddling her chest, thrusting my dick between her soft tits, her open mouth waiting for my-

I wait for the angel on my shoulder to tell me to keep my pants on and to walk out the front door. But the devil on my other shoulder has the angel tied up and gagged. So, pants off it is.

The feel of her unrestrained tits. I tighten my grip. The way she called me Daddy. I grit my teeth, hunch over, and come into my hand.

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.”

My eyes narrow. Is that…? She turns and walks away from me, heading towards the end of the counter, and as her whole form comes into view I see what she’s wearing. Including the familiar black hoodie hanging down to her knees. A smile pulls across my own lips as my cock swells with caveman satisfaction. This one choice has sealed her fate. 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.

Warm breath blows against my ear a moment before his words do. “You have no idea how many times I’ve thought about stretching your pretty cheeks while your lips wrap, just like that, around my cock.”

Oh. My. Fucking. God. I’m dead. I’ve literally died and gone to what-kink-is-this heaven. Watching Axel suck on his own fingers, knowing it’s my pussy that he’s tasting… The mix of emotions that I’m feeling is almost enough to dull the throbbing between my thighs.

“Yeah, they fucking do.” He shifts again. “Get back to work, Maddie Baby. I have a latte to drink.”

“Show me.”

“Here’s your latte, Darling.” I start to step away, but Axel’s hand darts out, catching me by the hip. The small contact is enough to send my heart into a stuttering gallop. “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.”

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.” The color in my cheeks spikes as I drench my panties. “O-okay.” His grip loosens until his hand is falling away from my body. “Unless you have a soundproofed room in back, I’m gonna need you to take a step back and sit down.”

“That’s right.” I withdraw and slam home. “Work that pretty clit.” I repeat the motion. “Use those little fingers to get yourself off.” My own orgasm starts to build. “Come on my cock, Maddie Baby.” She cries out. “Squeeze my cock with your pussy. Let me feel it.”

“You’re gonna learn your lesson.” I shift closer until I’m almost touching her lips. “You’re gonna learn that when you misbehave, I’m gonna shove my dick so far down your throat that you gag.” A small moan passes through Maddie’s parted lips. “You want that?” Her bright eyes stare up at me, “I want that.” I pull her head back a little more, “Open wide, Baby, and suck Daddy’s cock.”

“You’re too good for me,” I tell her honestly. Her big eyes staring up at me, her mouth open and waiting. “But I don’t care. You’re going to take all of me and like it.” Her hands curl into fists, gripping the legs of my coveralls, pulling me closer. “My greedy girl.” I shove my dick back into her waiting mouth. “My perfect, greedy girl.” Maddie watches me – tears tracking from the corners of her eyes, lips stretched wide around my thickness, muscles seizing around me as I fuck her throat – and it’s the most beautiful sight I’ve ever seen. My balls tighten and I know I’m seconds from coming. I should pull away. But I don’t. I push deeper. “Are you ready, Baby?” Her fingers tug me closer and she nods her head, just a little, but enough.

A small drop glistens on her bottom lip. I swipe my thumb across it, and wait for her to lick it clean. “Such a good girl.”

But holy crap, if this is how he reacts when he’s mad, I might make it my weekly goal to piss him off.

“You need what, Maddie?” His hand grips the band of my shorts right above the zipper. “Do you need to come? Is your little pussy soaked for me? Did sucking my cock turn you on?”

“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.”

“Sorry, Daddy.” I drag my cock out, “Say it again.” “I’m sorry, Daddy!” I slam forward, making her scream. “That’s it.” She starts to tremble. “That’s it, Baby. Come on this dick, make me feel all better.” Maddie shatters, squeezing her legs together, loud whimpers leaving her throat. “Yes. Fuck, yes.” I pick up the pace. “That’s my girl.” I get one more thrust in before I’m exploding. Filling her with my release.

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

“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.”