The Single Dad

13

I then lowered, going in as far as my knuckles before I turned my wrist. I based my movements on her breathing, increasing my speed as she got louder.

Screams.

That was what I was after.

And I didn’t stop until I heard my first one.

“Ahhh!”

“That’s it,” I whispered against her c**t. “Let me f*****g hear you.”

My bedroom was like a cave, so I didn’t worry about the sound traveling—that was why I encouraged her. Why, when her voice went high again, I brushed my thumb over her c**t, adding a third finger, getting that p***y ready for my c**k.

“I need you.”

I gazed up, covered in her wetness. “Tell me.” I narrowed my stare. “Tell me how bad you need me.”

She lost herself in moans, my hand still moving, my thumb still brushing over that sensitive spot. And then she cried, “I want your dick.” Her teeth gnawed her lip. “Please. Now. I can’t wait another second.”

I pulled my hand away and ripped off the corner of the foil, taking out the rubber to roll it over my shaft. I pumped my c**k a few times, and once I was covered in latex, I positioned her legs over my shoulders, my hand returning to her c**t as I plunged inside.

“Fuuuck,” I groaned, my head leaning back. “You’re so goddamn tight.”

I’d suspected that when I was fingering her, but I’d had no idea it would feel this good.

Her p***y was so wet, so f*****g hot.

So ready for me.

“Oh God!” She swallowed. “Ford!”

Each of her reactions only encouraged me to go harder, gripping her thigh, using it as leverage to plow into her. A space so narrow that she was practically keeping me locked in.

“Do you know what you’re about to do to me?”

I knew.

I could feel it.

I flicked her c**t back and forth. “I’m going to make you come.”

I watched the moment it happened.

Her stomach shuddered, her calves tightened over my shoulders, her mouth opened, and, “Ford,” came bursting through those sexy lips.

I f*****g loved that sound.

There was nothing hotter than making a woman feel so good that she couldn’t hold it in.

And there was no better feeling than giving her that kind of pleasure.

The ripples moved through her navel, and when she stilled, I picked right up again, sliding through her wetness, rubbing across her c**t. I worked this angle for a few more thrusts before I pulled her to the end of the bed. I flipped her over, lifting her onto her knees, placing her in doggy style.

My c**k teased her as I moved the tip around her opening. “Look at me.” I waited until she glanced over her shoulder before I gave her my crown. Just the head, nothing more. “You’re going to come again, Sydney.”

“I’ve never …”

She’s never had two orgasms in one night?

“I’m going to change that.”

I rocked my hips forward, giving her my entire shaft. She was closing in on me, tightening.

“But if you keep feeling that good, you’re going to make me come.”

She began to meet me in the middle, arching her hips up, adding pressure to my c**k.

“You like this position, don’t you?” I growled.

“Yesss.”

I could guess why.

From here, I could reach even deeper.

I could rub her c**t at the same time, like I was doing now, and hit her G-spot.

And every time I brushed across it, she gave me a reward.

Her sounds.

Fuck me, it was like music.

My head leaned back as my balls tightened, and her hips began to buck against me.

“f**k, Sydney, you’re getting me far too close.”

She glanced over her shoulder again, her teeth teasing that lip I loved. “I want to feel you come.”

Not before her.

She owed me another orgasm first.

And I wanted a front-row view to watch it happen.

I pulled out, my c**k instantly missing her p***y, and I moved directly in front of her, backing up until I hit the headboard. That was where I took a seat, stretching my legs out, and said, “Come ride my dick.”

She crawled toward me, her n*****s so f*****g hard as she straddled my waist, gradually lowering onto my shaft.

“f**k,” I hissed as her p***y took ahold of me.

While her n*****s bounced in my face, I licked them as she rose and gave them a quick nibble as she lowered.

She gripped my shoulders, her speed intensifying, her breathing increasing, especially as she moaned, “Ford … yes.”

She was getting close.

I would bring her even closer.

I clamped her n****e between my teeth and thrust my hips forward, giving her more of my c**k each time she sank over me.

“Oh God,” she gasped.

As I flicked her with my tongue, I pressed the pads of my fingers over her c**t, and I ground over it.

She went wild.

That was when I knew I had full control. When I could get her body to do anything I wanted.

And what I wanted at this moment was for her to, “Come!”

It was instant, like she’d been waiting for the command.

“Ford! f**k!”

Shudders moved through her body, creating what felt like a vibration over my d**k. While the intensity wrapped around her, I showed no mercy, taking over the movements, pounding into her, making sure each wave left an impression.

“Don’t stop!”

Goddamn, those words were f*****g erotic.

But she didn’t have to worry; I was far from stopping.

With this girl, I didn’t need fuel.

Her moans and pleasure were my only concerns.

Both simmered inside me, causing me to go deeper, harder. My strokes turned relentless, my need for her screams an intoxicating combination.

“Oh my God!”

I wasn’t sure who had breathed those words. I just knew I was overwhelmed by her tightness, wetness. Sydney’s p***y was swallowing me, and I never wanted out.

Her arms wrapped around my neck, and she hugged me against her, and while she kissed me, she began to buck.

“Sydney, f**k,” I roared.

“It’s your turn.”

I ran my hands across her back, holding her to me, feeling her incredible body as we moved together.

“Now,” she begged.

There was something about the neediness in her voice, the way she was pulling at my hair, the way her cunt was sucking me that made me lose it.

The feeling started in my balls, the spike blasting through my stomach, erupting like an explosion.