Page 119 of Summer with the Single Dad

As the intense need to pee and the full-body bliss began to recede, her muscles relaxed. That’s when she realized that she’d inadvertently rendered Bennett temporarily deaf because she’d clamped her thighs so tightly around his head, holding him in place.

She opened her eyes and gasped, releasing him from her thigh-vice. “Oh my god. I’m so sorry.”

He gently slid his fingers free, using the sheet to wipe some of her arousal from his scruff, then he climbed up the bed and hovered over her. “Oh, don’t apologize for that. It was hot.” Without missing a beat, he notched himself at the apex of her thighs and slid home. The stretch was less extreme than before, but her body still hummed from a moment ago, while also craving more at the same time.

Lazily, he slid in and out of her. “So? Finger in your ass?”

Wrapping her arms around his neck, she nipped his damp, bristly chin. “Yes, please.”

“Again?”

She was an addict now. An addict of all things “Bennett.” Of all things “sex with Bennett.” Of all things “orgasms” in any way, shape, or form.

She had to make up for lost time, and Bennett McEvoy seemed like the lover to help her achieve that.

“Yes,” she sighed, arching her back so his pelvic bone hit her clit just perfectly.

“All right, let’s log roll. One … two … three.” Then he hooked his leg under hers, threaded his arm beneath her, and with the finesse of a dancer or figure skater or something, he rolled them across the bed until she was back on top of him, straddling him like when they started. “What a perfect sex sandwich,” he said. “And we didn’t even come apart. We started in this position, and we’re going to finish in it.” He dipped two fingers between them to gather more of her arousal before snaking that hand behind her and running the slippery fingers between her cheeks. “Same as before. Relax. Breathe and push out.”

She did as she was told and he slid in with more ease than the first time.

“Now ride me like a good girl,” he ordered. “While I finger-fuck that perfect ass of yours.”

Why were these filthy words turning her on so much? Why was she already close to another orgasm and wanting him to say even dirtier things? If he pushed her head to make her suck him off, she’d probably hop to her knees with glee. If he brought up taking her in the ass fully, she would probably say “yes.” She was mad with need. Mad with desire. The all-consuming craving that wracked her entire body left her trembling as she rode him back and forth. More fresh orgasms brewed inside her, but they threatened to be wild. They threatened to incapacitate her, and her body quivered in anticipation.

“Fuck, you take my cock so well, Justine. Lift up and look down for a sec. Just pause and see where we’re connected. Where I disappear inside of you.” She did as she was told and he rewarded her with a soft-spoken, “Good girl.” That just sent her heart flying.

Oh. God. Was that ever hot. Seeing him split her labia like that … the way her body opened for him. Claimed and consumed him, just as he claimed and consumed her. He fit so perfectly. Like she was made for him. But the sight, his thick, vein-roped cock disappearing into her body like that …

While she hovered there, he slid his finger in her anus, back and forth a little, and she could feel him touching his cock with his fingers inside her body between the thin membrane that separated the two channels.

It was erotic.

It was dirty.

And it absolutely wrecked her.

She collapsed into a throbbing, pulsating, quaking mess on his chest as the orgasm took on a life of its own. It ricocheted through her body like a pinball in a machine. No pattern. No set course. It didn’t blossom from her center into her extremities like the last one. This one hit her in every place at a different time. She couldn’t predict it. And she didn’t want to.

Rather, she just lay on top of him, twitching like someone just hit her with the defibrillator when she wasn’t going into cardiac arrest.

She was spent.

Boneless and unable to even open her eyes when the climax finally waned. The thundering pulse in her ears receded and she could hear, then felt him coming as well. The grunts and deep, masculine moans as he spilled himself deep inside her.

She might have been able to rally a third mini-orgasm, since the feel of his cock pulsing was enough to make her erogenous zones start firing again. But she didn’t have the energy to muster another one. Her eyes were happily closed. She was happy lying on top of him. Naked.

She was happy.

And now that she knew what true happiness felt like, she would do whatever she needed to do to keep that feeling forever.

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

She fell back to sleep after their sexy morning together.

He wanted nothing more than to stay with her. Than to curl up around her body, kiss her shoulder and doze away until the sun rose and demanded they start the day.

But he had children in the house. And Jagger was kind enough to crash on the couch.

---