Page 94 of Smitten with the Single Dad

But there was no time to waste, and after wiping his face with his hand, he crawled up her body and easily slipped inside. “Eyes on me, gorgeous,” he gritted, waiting for her to blink them open.

She did, batting thick, long lashes at him as if she was just waking up.

Then she did something he wasn’t prepared for. She lifted her legs up, and up, and up, spreading them wide until her knees were basically by her shoulders and she was spread open for him so he could drive as deep as fucking possible into her.

His eyes flew open as he braced himself on his hands, hovering over her.

“You going to start moving or …” Her smile brought him back to reality—kind of—and with a growl, he started to move.

And holy fuck, could she take him deep. Every inch of his fucking cock was coated in her sweetness, was hugged by her velvet heat. She squeezed her muscles around him when he sunk into her all the way, and her eyes never left his.

It was probably the hottest fucking sex of his life. The way she took him so completely. The way she listened to him and kept her eyes on him. She was such a good girl, and yet she could be so beautifully bad.

“Are you going to come for me again, pretty girl?” he asked, his voice gravelly with the strain of not nutting immediately.

Her lips parted just barely. “Can I?”

He groaned. Fucking hell, she was perfect. Utter perfection.

“Oh, baby, you can come as many times as you want. And on my dick makes it all the better. I want to feel your tight little cunt squeeze my cock as we come together.”

“I want that too.”

“Yeah, you do.”

He picked up speed and vigor, hammering into her hard enough their bodies began to make a rhythmicslap-slapsound. But he didn’t fucking care. It was the soundtrack to this perfect fucking moment.

A moment he’d never forget.

“Wyatt … please … are you close?”

Groaning, he met her gaze, not having realized he’d closed his own eyes. “Yeah. Been holding out because I didn’t want it to be over just yet.”

“I can’t hold on any—”

“Eyes on me.”

She blinked open her eyes again as the orgasm claimed both of them at the same time. Her body went stiff beneath his, and his went rigid on top of hers as he held himself up over her on his hands. His arms began to tremble as the intense climax rocked through him, starting in his lower belly like a pleasurableheat and spreading outward, down into his balls and upward into his chest.

His cock pulsed against her squeezing walls, as she welcomed every drop of him into her slick channel. Her nails raked down his back at just the right intensity that the snap of pain bloomed almost immediately into a new kind of pleasure. His grunts and groans mixed with her whimpers and heavy breathing, the new track to their union now that the body slapping had ended.

He wasn’t sure how long they stayed like that, caught up in the throes of their releases, but it felt like it went on forever. Time stood still. His mind went blank. Nothing ached. Nothing hurt. The only things he could feel were the rolling, mounting pleasure within, and the woman around and beneath him.

After another ten seconds of every muscle in his body tight as a trip wire, the pleasure began to slowly, finally recede back into his center, like an outgoing tide. The echoes of sensation still lingered as he gently rolled off of Vica, slipping out of her.

A half-sob, half-chuckle escaped her throat as she tossed her arm over her face. “I need a minute. I have died.”

This woman just kept inflating his ego. It was threatening to leave the atmosphere entirely.

Her breath was ragged, and her chest rose and fell rapidly, but it was the flush of pink from her rosy cheeks and all the way down to just below her breasts that he found incredibly beautiful. Rolling over to his side, he softly trailed his tongue from under the sexy curve of her left breast, up over her nipple, her chest, her neck, and finally to her jaw.

She trembled and gooseflesh broke out against his tongue as she peeled her arm away and opened one eyelid. “You have resurrected me. I am alive again.”

“Alive and well?”

“Mm-hmm.”

After another moment of simply lying there in post-coital bliss, they got up and used the washroom. “Stay in my bed tonight,” he said as she exited the bathroom. “I already grabbed your toothbrush and stuff from the boys’bathroom.”

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