Page 93 of Smitten with the Single Dad

He was like a fucking fifteen-year-old when she gripped him at the base with her hand and angled him toward her mouth. It’d been a long time since he’d gotten head. A really long time.

Glancing up at him with those sultry, brown, bedroom eyes, she watched him watch her as she slowly slid him past her parted lips where she then wrapped her tongue around him.

His fingers immediately found her hair, and he held her there. Not forcefully. Not aggressively, and he didn’t push her to take him deeper. She did that all on her own.

He knew Vica was fiery, and sensual, and sexy as absolute fuck, but the way she took him to the back of her throat, closed her eyes, and massaged his cock with her tongue, took her to a whole new left of sex kitten goddess.

He was going to blow his load way too quickly if he didn’t mix things up. She even knew just how to squeeze the base with her fist and flick the tip with her tongue to make him see stars, and for everything in his belly to warm and tighten.

With his fingers still in her hair, he gently guided her off him. “Gonna make me come too quick if you keep going like that.”

With a sultry, sleepy look in her eyes, she smiled and batted her lashes.

He lost all decorum and self-composure after that, and with two hands on her shoulders, he pushed her back to the bed and climbed over her.

If a person could actually purr like a kitten, Vica got as close as humanly possible. Nibbling on her bottom lip, she cupped her breasts and plucked at her nipples. A groan rumbled up from deep in his chest as he sunk to his belly and shouldered her knees further apart.

Just a nice little lick to her clit was how he started. Followed by another, and another.

Her gasps, and the roll and lift of her hips, made him smile as he swept his tongue up through her labia, probing gently at her hot, slick center.

She continued to massage her breasts, and he watched as she closed her eyes, bit her lip, and gave over to not only the pleasure he gave her, but the pleasure she gave herself.

Sliding one finger, then another into her tight center, he curled his fingers upward until he felt that firm little button, then he gently pressed and rubbed, making her gush across his finger and palm.

Drawing her clit into his mouth, he sucked, and her hips shot off the bed, her pubic bone knocking him in the nose.

“Oh,dio,” she breathed. “Fuck. Fuck yes.”

Gathering as much of her arousal as he could with the fingers of his other hand, he brought them lower and pressed against her tight hole. “Let me in, Vica,” he murmured, his tongue still working.

She pushed out with her muscles and one finger slid in easily.

Her gasp and moan made him smile again.

“Ohhh,” she cooed when he found a rhythm that worked. He had fingers inside her in two places and just a thin, sensitive membrane separated them. Rubbing his fingers against each other while alternating between circles around her clit and sucking on it like a Popsicle, he had her head thrashing and her legs shaking in a matter of minutes.

Fingers abruptly gripped him by the hair, nails raking his scalp as another fresh, warm gush of her honey rushed past his fingers. He did his best to lap it up, but there was so much of it. She’d already soaked the sheet below and the entire lower half of his face was wet.

And he fucking loved it.

“Wyatt,” she breathed. “Oh …dio. Please … please.”

“Anything, Vica. What do you need?”

“Another … another finger in my ass and I’m going to come so hard. I … I’m almost scared.”

Well, ifthat didn’t inflate his ego to the size of a goddamned blimp. “Your wish is my command, my wife. Let me in.” He slipped a second finger in beneath the first when she pushed out and relaxed her muscles again, then he spread his fingers so she could get a little stretch.

“Jesus … Christ …” Her body went rigid, her knees clamped down around his head on his ears, so he was temporarily deaf, and the woman exploded around him. He was sure she was making noises, but everything was muffled based on how tightly she squeezed her thighs.

Her pussy spasmed around his fingers as her clit swelled and throbbed against his tongue. He never stopped though. He kept sucking, kept licking, kept pressing up on that tender little button, and slowly scissoring his fingers in her ass.

Her thighs relaxed against his ears just enough that he could hear her breathing, but when he sucked harder on her clit, her climax rolled into another one, and her back bowed on the bed as she pushed her tits up to the ceiling.

Those fingers in his hair tightened and thank fuck, he didn’t have hereditary baldness to worry about. He and his brothers would all just go gray. The woman had a grip on him like she was hanging on for dear life.

When the thighs squeezing his head began to shake and her body finally slumped back to the mattress, he gave her a couple of final good, thorough licks. Then, slowly pulled out his fingers.

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