The Single Dad

26

When our eyes finally connected, I replied, “There are plenty of surfaces in here. I see no need for a bed.”

And now that I had her in my arms, my lips back on her skin, I wanted to try out each spot to see how I made her feel. To test how far I could bend her body. To please her in even more ways than I already had.

I lifted her legs around me, kissing her as I held her against the wall.

Her thighs tightened on my waist. Her arms circled my neck.

The bareness of her p***y rubbed against the hardness of my c**k.

Goading me.

Each shift told me how much she wanted me, and so did her exhales that ended in more moans.

With her hips rocking against me, I growled, “Do you want this?”

“Yesss.”

“Show me.”

The moment I finished speaking, she began taking off my clothes, rushing to get to my skin. She shed my shirt and pants—the only items she could reach with the way I was holding her.

I kicked off my shoes, letting everything but my boxer briefs drop, and I brought her to the back of the couch, setting her on top of the cushion.

“Don’t move,” I warned.

I picked up my pants from the floor, grabbing a condom from inside my wallet.

As I returned to her, ripping the top of the foil off and rolling it over my d**k, I heard, “And you say I’m the gorgeous one?”

I glanced up, meeting her eyes.

“You’re perfect.” She shook her head, her stare rising from my c**k, to my abs, and slowly up my chest. “Beyond anything I’ve ever seen.”

I spread her legs around me. “It’s yours. All of it.”

I didn’t immediately enter.

I rubbed her c**t, getting her ready.

Her head fell back. “Oh God.” Her feet pressed against my ass, urging me inside her. “Please, Ford.”

The sound of her begging was f*****g music to my ears.

But I didn’t give in. I rubbed her c**t back and forth, the wetness coating my finger.

“How badly do you want me, Sydney?”

I went lower, teasing the warmth of her p***y, the wetness even thicker down there. I gave her just the tip of my finger, inserting it into that tight, dripping cunt.

Fuuuck.

I went as far as my knuckle, and that was when I turned my wrist, giving her pressure from both angles, my thumb on her c**t, so she could feel the combination.

“How badly?” I repeated.

Her nails stabbed my shoulders, her heels driving into the backs of my thighs.

It felt impossible not to plunge inside her.

But I didn’t.

I wanted the build.

I wanted to be so worked up that my c**k was f*****g throbbing for her p***y.

“I can’t,” she breathed. “I can’t wait.”

“But you’re going to have to because I’m not done.”

She cupped my face, keeping our mouths pressed closely. “I need you.” She sucked on my lip, releasing it to add, “I need you right now.”

Fuel.

That was what her reactions did to me.

But I also knew I couldn’t stay the night, waking her after a few hours to have her again. I couldn’t carry her into the shower in the morning, holding her against the cold wall while the hot water washed our bodies.

This was it.

So, I was going to savor every second.

I went in deeper, to the end of my finger, twisting my wrist, circling, arching to reach that spot.

The one that would make her f*****g howl.

And she did.

She went wild.

“Ford! Oh God! Yes!”

When her head tilted back this time, I kissed up her throat, hissing, “I want you to come.”

That was my goal tonight.

To see how many times I could get her off.

To see how loud I could make her scream.

To see how hard I could make her body shudder.

When I left this apartment tonight, I wanted her to feel a sweet ache every time she squeezed her legs together, remembering what it felt like when I was inside her.

I added a second finger, overlapping the two. The deeper I got, the more she bucked.

She wasn’t just holding my face.

She was gripping it. Kissing me like I was her air, her nails now like claws.

“You like when I’m finger-f*****g your p***y …”

Every time I pulled out, her walls clenched me; her sounds made me believe she was yearning for more.

But I wanted words.

Her words.

“More than anything,” she sighed, exposing her neck again. “You have no idea how good this feels.”

But I did.

Because watching her unravel made me feel even better.

“I need you.”

Hearing that simple statement made my goddamn d**k pound.

“I f*****g need you, Ford.”

Her arms dropped from around my neck, and she reached between us, fisting my c**k.

Pumping me.

Leading me toward her.

“I want you to come the second I enter you.”

She was tightening around my fingers.

“I want to feel the orgasm pulse through you.”

She was getting even wetter, her moans becoming louder.

She was close.

I gave her several more thrusts, and the second I pulled out, replacing my fingers with my c**k, she f*****g screamed.

I swore I could feel the vibration of her throat across my shaft.

And how soaked she was.

And how f*****g narrow.

“Sydney,” I growled into her neck, holding the couch to leverage my movements, giving her more power and speed as I drove into her. “You feel so f*****g good.”

“Ford!”

She was on the verge.

I reared my hips back and glided into her, my thumb now on her c**t to give her that added friction. But my thumb didn’t move; it stayed still until I knew she was seconds away. That was when I flicked it across her, circling, sending her over that edge.

“Oh f**k!”

She was clutching me—her hands, her p***y.

“Oh my God!”

I surrounded her n****e, sucking it into my mouth, grazing the end with my teeth. It was that moment that I felt the first wave of ripples move through her, pounding across her stomach.

Her heels pressed into me; her arms caged me in.

I didn’t let up.

I went harder.

Faster.

My teeth added more pain to her n****e.

“Ford! Ahhh!”

She was lost.

But I had her.

And while her p***y hugged my c**k, shudders tearing through her, I stroked through her wetness.

Her stare turned feral.

Animalistic.

“Yesss,” she cried, pulling me closer. “You are”—she panted, searching for her breath—“incredible.”