Page 28 of Single Mom's Christmas Wish

“I was right again,” Archer says, still deep inside of me. His breath is ragged. His hair falls around my face like a curtain of gold in the dim light. “You truly are something else, Dakota.”

“I never thought I’d do something like this. Wow.”

“Do something like what?” he asks, raising a curious eyebrow while his eyes continue to search my face, analyzing my expression like some kind of high-precision scanner.

“Giving myself so eagerly and uninhibitedly to someone like this. It’s new to me.”

“Do you regret it?”

I shake my head slowly. “I want more. I need more.”

My words are enough to get his cock twitching again.

Five minutes later, he’s taking me from behind. Ramming into me while he slaps my ass with one hand and gives me a third orgasm with the other. My clit is so sensitive that I almost can’t take anymore.

I love the sound of his grunts as he fills me and stretches me again, as he makes me cry out and beg for more. Archer has turned me into my purest self. His inner beast has summoned mine, and they’re both on the loose tonight.

I hide my face in the sheets to muffle my screams as I explode all over him.

It’s going to be a long night because this man has no intention of stopping anytime soon, and I plan to make the most of it.

8

Archer

Itook a chance last night.

After Dante’s, I wasn’t sure Dakota would be willing to go further with me, with us. But seeing her walk into the Single Dads Club meeting set everything back into motion with lightning speed. All the thoughts I’d had of her over the week came to fruition, and I am tempted to pinch myself if only to make sure that this really happened.

But it did.

I listen to her steady breathing as she sleeps, naked and sprawled over me. These red silk sheets look fantastic against her creamy skin, her blonde hair tousled and flowing every which way. I’m not sure Dakota fully realizes how incredible and beautiful she is.

This curvy body of hers. The way she gasps when I palm her pussy unexpectedly. The sound of her orgasms is fucking addictive.

But I like this version of Dakota just as much. Quiet, sleeping, and safe in my arms.

Outside the windows, the sun rises over the city, revealing clear skies and a hot Saturday ahead. Inside, the air conditioning hums from the vent above in the corner, giving the room just enough coolness to create tiny goosebumps down her spine, so I pull the sheet over us for some warmth. She stirs awake, moaning softly as she looks up.

My heart is captured in those big, brown eyes. Dammit, I’m in a heap of trouble, and my brothers are about to join me down this marvelous, dangerously delicious rabbit hole that is Dakota.

“Good morning,” she mumbles, still trying to regain full consciousness.

“Good morning,” I reply with a lazy smile.

She moves ever so slightly, and it’s enough to summon my cock back into action. I swear, this woman is going to drain me of my entire life force if we keep it up like this. “What time is it?” she asks, resting her head on my chest.

We hear the doorbell ring.

“It’s coffee and bagel time,” I reply, then gently slip out from under her.

I get up but take a moment to gently kiss her lips before I head for the door.

“Wait, what?” Dakota asks. “What’s going on?”

“Stay here, I’ll be right back.”

“Okay.” I hear her muffled reply from the bedroom as I reach the front door and open it.

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