Page 136 of Rescued by the Single Dad

“Fuck,” he growled, hinging forward over her enough to close and lock the door.

She deep-throated him almost instantly. His fingers wove into her hair, and he gripped on tight, just the way he knew she liked. Slowly, he guided her back and forth over his length. If all they had was tonight, then he was going to watch. He wanted to make sure he never forgot a single second of this.

He needed to send her home with unforgettable memories of him, too.

She bottomed out twice more, taking him all the way to the back of her tonsils and making him see stars, before he gently helped her to her feet and guided her over to the bed, pulling her shorts off as she reclined.

He sank to his knees and elbowed her thighs apart, pressing kisses up from her calves to her glistening pussy. Her scent encircled him, made him light-headed and his cock drip.

He needed her on his tongue.

On his lips and chin.

He needed her everywhere.

Always.

But ... they only had tonight.

She didn’t want to be here anymore.

Her life was in California.

His life was here. With Talia. Peaceful and unassuming.

After he kissed up one side of her leg, he blazed the same trail on the other side. Peppering warm, wet kisses from her ankle to her mound. To where she was wet for him. To where her pussy pulsed and dripped, aching for his mouth.

He nuzzled her mound, inhaled her deep into his lungs, and held that breath for a count of twelve. Because that’s how long he’d known Brooke for. Twelve fucking days.

And yet, it felt like a lifetime.

And made him want a lifetime.

Her hips lifted off the edge of the bed, begging for more. “Clint ...”

He smiled and flicked the tip of her clit with his tongue.

She sucked in a breath.

He did it again.

She sucked in another breath.

Then he dove in up to his ears, pulling her throbbing clit into his mouth and sucking on it hard. Until her hands drove into his hair and she held him there and bucked up, fucking his face like a good girl. Taking what she wanted from him. Getting her closure.

For him, though, this simply opened up wounds that hadn’t even started to heal. The bleeding had merely stopped, but tonight was tearing open fresh holes and scratching at old ones until everything bled. Until everything hurt.

And he deserved it.

He’d hurt her, so he deserved to hurt.

If this was what she wanted, then he’d give it to her. He’d give Brooke the fucking world if he could.

Pushing one, then two fingers into her channel, he curled and pumped, scissored and played.

She churned her hips, squeezing her pussy around him as her hair thrashed on the bedspread.

With his free hand, he pressed on her lower abdomen and slightly pulled up, to reveal more of her clit to his mouth, while also feeling his fingers inside her. He located that special little button deep on the interior wall. Spongy and soft and shaped like an almond. He pressed it once, and her left leg twitched.

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