Page 54 of Misadventures Of A Single Mom

“Fast,” Ty answered. He buttoned his pants but left his shirt undone. The look really worked for him. “But sweetheart, we just got started.”

“I don’t think my table can take anymore.”

Ty grinned. “Good, because I want to try a bed next. I want you to ride my face. I want you to grip my headboard as I fuck you from behind. I want to take you in my shower. The list is long.”

Oh. A long list. Worked for me, and my pussy.

In one swift motion, Ty bent down, picked me up and threw me over his shoulder in a fireman’s carry. I got a good view of my kitchen floor and his butt as he carried me out the back door. “Where are we going?” I shrieked.

“My bed. I’ve got Goldie’s gift box of condoms and we’re going to use every one of them.”

“I don’t have any clothes on, just my heels!”

“You won’t need any clothes. And don’t even think about taking the shoes off.”

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“It took most of the night but we made a good dent in that box of condoms,” Ty said as he rolled onto his side to face me, one arm thrown over my waist. He grinned, obviously pleased with his extensive and thorough male prowess. Every inch of me was pleased with his male prowess, too.

“That’s because you had me demonstrate the trick from the bachelorette party.” I pushed on his shoulder sleepily. “Several times.”

A hand snaked up into my hair, one of Ty’s fingers wrapped around a curl. Pulled gently. “I love your hair.” He looked enthralled.

“My hair?” I couldn’t have been more surprised. “I figured you for a breast man. Or a leg man.”

“Definitely a breast man.” To prove his point, he moved his hand down to the top of the sheet, lowering it just enough to expose one. His fingertip circled my nipple ever so lightly. “Ever since that morning when you flashed me?—”

I threw a hand over my eyes and chuckled. “Don’t remind me.”

He pulled my hand away, kissed my knuckles.

“—I dreamed of seeing you naked, touching your breasts.” He looked at my hardening nipple like a boy opening a present from Santa. Mesmerized, obsessed. “Pink. The same pretty shade as your pussy.”

Who knew a man’s words could make you feel…wonderful. Sexy. A whole lot naughty. It was like a Band-Aid to my wounded libido. I felt attractive, alluring. And that was very empowering.

“But your hair, it drives me crazy.”

I harrumphed. “It drives me crazy, too. I’m glad you like the one thing that’s the bane of my existence. It’s curly,” I grumbled, as I pulled on a curl, let it spring back.

“Sexy.”

“It’s messy and lacks style.”

“Wild.”

Wild.I would never have used that adjective to describe it, but if it floated Ty’s boat, it was okay by me.

“Save my spot.” Ty climbed out of bed and went into the bathroom.

It was just getting light, the early morning sun coming through Ty’s bedroom window. I could now make out what I’d missed the night before. I hadn’t noticed his interior decorating skills at the time. I’d been too distracted by…other things. There was a bed, a big one, an oak dresser with a fichus plant on top, wicker laundry basket in the corner. The walls were a light tan, white trim. Rattan blinds on the windows. I hadn’t seen or touched the floor yet as Ty had dumped me straight into bed the night before and hadn’t let me up since. I rolled over now and saw refinished pine.

“Why do you think I left you there?” Ty asked as he leaned against the bedroom doorway, naked. Very, very naked.

I looked at him, confused. I didn’t remember what we’d been talking about. “Where?”

“The damn bachelorette party. If you’re going to put a dick in your mouth in front of me, it’s going to be mine.”

I remembered how it felt stretching my lips wide, against my tongue. The taste of it, the way it swelled even further just before he came. I looked down at his growing…dick. “So it’s a good skill to teach?”

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