The Single Dad

12

Once inside the main house, I silently shut the door and led her into the kitchen. Everly was a hard sleeper, but I didn’t want to cause any excess noise and risk the chance of her waking up.

With the pendants over the island fully illuminated, the glow was just enough that I didn’t have to turn on any other lights.

We were halfway through the kitchen, just passing the pantry, when Sydney stopped. “Do you bake?”

“f**k no.”

She appeared to be glancing around. “All I can smell is chocolate chip cookies. It’s making my stomach growl.”

I chuckled as I got a whiff of Hannah’s dessert. “Do you want one?”

“I don’t know.” She smiled. “I don’t think so.”

“Then, you’re coming with me.”

I hurried us through the open space of the living room and toward the master wing. The moment I had her through my bedroom door, I locked it behind us—something I never did—and pinned her against the wall.

“You have no idea how gorgeous you are.” I traced the side of her cheek, her hair framing a face that was far past beautiful. In fact, Sydney was the most breathtaking woman I had ever kissed. “Positively stunning.”

As the cool iciness of her eyes stared back at me, there was such innocence inside. Generosity. Submission.

“When you say those words, I feel them.”

My thumb crossed her mouth. “You should. They’re true.”

Her lips were almost equally as plump, the bottom only slightly larger. I tugged on the bigger of the two. Something about that one made me want to bite it.

“Do you know what I want right now?”

Her head pressed against the wall as my hand lowered to her neck. “I can’t read you like you can read me, but I can feel …”

Our bodies were aligned. Of course she could feel my hard-on; it was practically bursting through my pants.

“I want to devour you.”

“Ford, you have my permission.”

I reached down even farther and gripped her ass. The dress had made it look perfect when I was staring at it in the bar, but nothing compared to the way it felt as I circled my hands around her incredibly full, round cheeks. And just thick enough that I could pull her against my body.

When that wasn’t enough, when I needed her even closer, I lifted her into the air. She wrapped her legs around me while I pressed her against the wall. As I kissed her, her small, sensual moans filled my ears.

Even her sounds were taunting.

“You taste so good.” I licked her off my lips.

“That’s all the alcohol.”

“No, Sydney, that’s you.”

I walked her down the hallway toward my bed, placing her on the floor, only inches from the edge of the mattress. I wasted no time in getting her naked, instantly reaching for the zipper of her dress, lowering it enough so the material fell to her heels.

She stood before me in only her bra and panties, both light pink.

And lace.

Fuck me.

I backed up a few inches, needing to take in this view.

“Man”—I shook my head—“I’m one lucky motherfucker.”

The dress had looked exquisite on her, but what was underneath was even better. Sydney in just her skin was a whole different level of sexy. All curves and dips and muscle. The gap between her thighs just as pronounced as I’d dreamed about at the bar.

My stare dipped to her feet and slowly rose, and I moaned, “Magnificent,” as I reached her face.

“You’re too much.”

“Nah.” I paused, my c**k f*****g throbbing. “My words barely do you justice.”

A flushness moved across her cheeks as she said, “Get over here.”

Once I was within reach, she began to unbutton my shirt, working her way down my chest. My sports coat and shirt dropped at the same time. She didn’t stop until the only thing covering me was my boxer briefs. That was when her movements slowed, peeling the shorts down my legs until they fell.

“Good God,” she whispered, gradually looking down, viewing my chest, abs. Lastly my f*****g c**k. “I’d say you’re the one who’s perfect.”

I backed up until I reached my nightstand, grabbing a condom from inside. “Do you want to know what I want to hear?” I waited for that question to set in. “The orgasm that’s soon going to be screaming from your mouth.” I lifted her again, resting her on top of the bed, where I hovered over her.

“You’re going to make me scream?”

I kissed down her chest, unhooking her bra, her t**s falling loose. With the lace covering them, I hadn’t been able to see the sexiness of her n*****s. But now, I captured one in my mouth, grazing my teeth across the tip.

As I glanced up at her face, I promised, “Endlessly.”

“Mmm.”

I switched to the other side, and as I gave it more pressure, her back arched, and her fingers clutched the blanket.

She liked that.

So, I did it again, sucking the whole n****e into my mouth, flicking just the end with my tongue, like it was her c**t.

I didn’t hurry.

There was nothing about this moment that I wanted to end. I wanted to continue tasting this girl until the goddamn sun was rising.

She pulled at my hair as I tugged on her n****e. I was careful not to cause her any pain; I just wanted her to teeter on that ledge. I wanted her to feel the difference between my teeth and tongue. I wanted her to yearn for them equally.

And she did.

Her sounds got louder as I alternated between the two.

Her body moved, wriggling, like my c**k was inside her.

“Yesss,” she breathed as I kissed down to her navel.

I halted just below her belly button and removed her panties, slipping them down her legs, showing me the sight I’d been saving for last.

“Sydney … fuck.”

I didn’t touch her.

I just stared, fantasizing about what I was going to do to her p***y.

But before my c**k went anywhere near it, I continued to kiss her until my nose reached her c**t, staying there, inhaling.

“Sydney …” I breathed her in again, savoring the scent. “You smell like a f*****g dream.”

Her legs parted, giving me the access I needed.

That I wanted.

And my fingers found their way down her p***y, circling her wetness.

“Ford,” she sighed, her knees bending, toes grinding into the bed.

I spread some of the wetness to the top, giving her c**t enough friction that she moaned.