Page 124 of Smitten with the Single Dad

With a growl, and a second wind in his sails—and between his legs—he rolled her onto her back, covering her. “Enough talking for now, hmm?”

“Again?” she asked, surprised. “Have you anything left?”

He shrugged. “We’ll see. But for now, let’s make my little Ferrari purr, hmm?” Then he drifted down her body, peppering kisses over her breasts, her abdomen, the tops of her thighs, her inner thighs, and finally, her swollen pussy lips. Her legs flopped open for him since she was equally, if not more exhausted than hewas, and a long sigh escaped her.

Settling onto his belly, he spread her open and swept his tongue up her center, tasting her last release. It made his belly rumble for more. He slipped in two fingers right away, curling them, beckoning another climax from her. He wasn’t sure why, but he loved the way her belly contracted when she came. When she was at the height of her release, her stomach muscles tightened and her back arched, pushing her perfect tits to the ceiling.

Maybe it was rude to open his eyes and watch her come, but he couldn’t get enough. It was like a drug. Vica’s orgasms were his crack, and fuck anybody that tried to get him to detox.

He no longer needed to ask for permission before he slipped a finger into her ass. If she didn’t want him to, she would just press her butt down into the mattress so he couldn’t reach her tight hole. But when he probed at it just now, she lifted up her hips, welcoming him in.

He smiled as he flicked her clit with his tongue, pulling a shiver out of her. She was playing with her own breasts again, tugging on the nipples, and twisting them between her thumb and forefinger. It was sexy as fuck, and he couldn’t peel his eyes away.

“Ano-another finger,” she breathed, bucking into his face before biting her lip with her top teeth. “Ass. P-please.”

He smiled again and did as she asked, pulling his first finger out, gathering some of her natural lubricant and sliding two fingers back in. Her moan was long and low, like a lioness in heat, calling out for her lion to mount her. His cock was at full mast now beneath him, but he wanted another orgasm out of her before they came together. Then, they could sleep.

Wrapping his lips around her clit, he pulled the hood and then the whole thing, deep into his mouth, sucking hard. At the same time, his fingers in her pussy—and the ones in her ass—worked in tandem, rubbing against each other with nothing but a thin membrane between them.

“Oh, dio,” she crooned, her hips leaping off the bed. “Yes. Oh …”

He didn’t stop. He kept going. She was close. He could feel the storm brewing inside of her. Her clit and labia swelled beneath his lips and her pussy gushed around his fingers, the walls squeezing him as her hips bucked wilder. He increased his suction and …

Fireworks.

He made sure to keep his eyes open and watch the magic unfold above him. Her belly contracted so beautifully. Her tits pointed at the ceiling and the way she arched her back was like she had no bones at all. She was an aerial gymnast or some kind of beautiful contortionist. He kept going as her orgasm continued to unfurl. He wouldn’t stop, wouldn’t let go until she slumped back to the mattress, a gorgeous, satiated seductress.

She trembled and panted, cursed and moaned with each fresh wave of her release until she began the downward tumble, back to earth, back toward Wyatt. When her upper back hit the mattress again and she released her nipples, he let go of her clit and slowly pulled his fingers free. She exhaled deeply from her nose, a pretty little smile coasting across her lips before she blinked open her eyes and reached for him.

Climbing up her body, he softly rolled her over to her side and slid in behind her, spoon-style. She reached behind her and gripped his cock, guiding it to where she still pulsed; wet, hot, and needy for him. He slid in easily and laced his fingers with hers, wrapping them across her chest as he began to move in and out of her. Her pussy was so tight in this position, hugging his cock like a velvet sheath.

Together, they brought their hands down between her legs to her clit and began to rub circles around the swollen nub. It was hot that they were doing it together. She was showing him exactly what speed she needed to climb back up the cliff with him so they could leap off together.

Despite how depleted every part of him was, he wasn’t going to last long. He was tired, and this new position was driving him wild.

He kissed along her shoulders and up her neck before returning to hershoulder where he gently nipped, then licked, loving the slightly-salty flavor of her skin.

“I’m close,” she whispered, their fingers still moving around her clit.

“Me too, baby.”

“Wyat …”

“Vica …”

Her clit grew even bigger beneath their fingers, and then she broke one last time. The squeeze and throb of her pussy around him as she came was all it took to pitch him over the cliff’s edge too. He clamped down hard on her shoulder with his teeth and let go.

His lower belly swirled with heat as his balls cinched up tight to his taint and his cock pulsed with each spurt of cum into her warm, silk core.

Even after the throes had ceased, they lay there for a while after. Legs entangled, chests heaving with spent efforts and ragged breathing. He could feel himself beginning to slip out of her, but he wasn’t quite ready to leave.

“Wyatt?” she whispered into the muted light from a couple of candles he lit for ambience.

“Yeah?”

“I love you.”

“And he didn’t say it back!” Brooke exclaimed as she, Justine, and Vica sat in Wyatt’s living room the next morning, spilling the tea and drinking the tea.

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