Page 117 of Summer with the Single Dad

She nodded, still working her fingers between her legs.

He inched up the bed until he was next to her head and guided his cock toward her waiting mouth. She flicked her tongue out and swept the precum off the swollen head, wiping any remaining drops from her lips. She kissed the tip, then sucked it.

He growled.

She did it again.

His nostrils flared.

The man was in pure hunter-mode. And she was prey.

His gaze flicked back down to where she still worked her slick clit. She was close after watching him stroke himself and wedge his cock into her mouth. But as much fun as this was, she needed him inside her. She needed him to fill that hollow ache that made her core clench and her insides quake with longing.

“You look so beautiful, bringing yourself pleasure like that,” he said, shuffling back down to the foot of the bed. “But I think you need to come now.”

She nodded and choked on a surprising sob. “Please.”

“Do you want me to fill you up?”

She nodded again, this time more desperately. “So, so much.”

His lips twisted for a moment, then, instead of covering her, he sunk down to his belly, slid two fingers into her pussy and pressed up hard. She instantly felt like she needed to pee.

“No. I need to pee if you do that,” she said, trying to shimmy away. He gripped her by the back of one thigh to keep her in place, then he relaxed his pressure a little, but not by much. She still felt the urge to pee, just not as severely. The pleasure though, was unreal. He gently pushed her fingers away and latched onto her clit with his lips, alternating between sucking and flicking, all the while continuing to press up on that magic little spot.

She’d never had a man touch her G-spot before.

“Let’s see if we can make you squirt,” he murmured, glancing up at her. “Ever had a finger in your ass?”

Her bottom lip dropped open. “Uhhh.”

“Wanna try?”

“Uhhhh …”

“Relax and breathe, Justine. If you want to stop, just say so. We don’t need a safe word or anything.”

“I think squirting is a myth,” she said, unable to think of anything else to say besides: You want to stick your finger WHERE?

“It absolutely is not,” he muffled, still sucking her clit like it was an Everlasting Gobstopper. “Finger? Ass?”

“Ummm.”

While keeping those two fingers inside her on the magic button and his lips enclosed around her clit, he swept fingers from his other hand up through her folds, gathering her arousal. Then he pressed gently at her anus.

She was a doctor. She used the word “anus.” Not “rosette.” Not “back door.” Not “secret place.”

Anus. Because that was what it was. A-N-U-S.

She’d even had her own fingers in several anuses over the years all during med school, as an intern, and a resident. It wasn’t a big deal when she wore scrubs and the patient needed a prostate exam or something.

But this was very different.

Very, very different.

She knew the anus and rectum were erogenous zones. Again, this was all stuff they covered in med school. She’d just never had a partner who wanted to venture to that part of her body, and she’d never been curious about it.

A-N-U-S.

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