Page 15 of Dad Bod's Daring December

My breath whooshes out as I confess, “I didn’t prepare for this. Haven’t been with a woman since Rebecca left. We always used condoms, thank fuck, but I got tested regardless. I swear I’m clean.”

“You never…”

I cup her cheek. Hold her gaze. “No. She didn’t want a kid, so we always used something.” I swallow. “But I want you raw. Nothing between us.”

“I’m on the pill, so…” She glances down at my turgid cock. Looks back at me. The trust in her eyes almost slays me as she nods and says, “Don’t stop. I want this. Want you. All of you, even theparts you don’t think are worth having. I want them all because they make youyou.”

My heart thrums a tattoo against my ribs. Jesus, how did I get so damned lucky? This woman is turning me inside out. Rearranging me. “It’ll hurt, Firefly, but only this time, and I swear I’ll make it up to you.”

“Don’t care,” she pants, her hands tugging at me, her legs wrapped around my hips. “I just want you. Inside me. Hard. Deep.”

I drop my forehead to hers and grit my teeth, forcing myself not to spurt all over the freshly sanded kitchen floor. Pretty sure cum doesn’t make good floor varnish.

Ember jerks and twitches as I slide my fingers between her cleft and stroke her swollen nub. I watch her lust spark again, relishing her sweet, slick, feminine essence.

“Take off your bra.”

“Mmm,” she pants, her eyes drifting closed as she adjusts to my fingers inside her. “Oh, yes. I-I can feel … Oh, god. Your fingers are amazing, Edward… Oh!”

“Firefly,” I say sharply, yanking her skirt down her legs and tossing it over the back of the chair. “Lose the bra. I need to see you.”

Ember shimmies the bra straps down her arms and flicks open the front fastening. She rises on her elbow to remove it completely, spilling her breasts to my hungry gaze. God, she’s all woman, soft undulations of luminous flesh, silvery lines, and red nipples.

Fuck.

I slide my fingers free of her glistening folds. Grip my cock with the same hand, smearing it with her juices. Grasp her thighs and yank her toward me so her ass is positioned at the end of the table.

“Lie back,” I rasp, helping her with a hand at her nape.

I push her knees toward her chest and position myself against her, the head of my cock scalded by her heat.

She bites her bottom lip. “Edward?”

“Gonna make you mine, now, Firefly.” Eyes fixed on her pretty pink sex, I grip her hips and thrust. An inch. Two.

A tiny whimper of distress brings my questioning gaze back to hers. She sighs and nods. My starving gaze falls to her sumptuous breasts, her flushed nipples, as I press in another inch. I need a taste.

I bend over her. Take one in my mouth. Sucklehard.

She cups my head. Laces her fingers through my hair. “Edward. Oh, God. Please.”

I feast on her. Thrust deeper. Another inch. Everything burns. My skin. My cock. My mind. And, God help me, my heart.

I move to the other nipple, stiff and swollen. Begging for my tongue and teeth. I suckle and nibble and lick until she cries out. Claws at my scalp.

Another inch of my cock sinks inside her. She gives a keening cry, her strong thighs gripping my hips.

I want to thrust. Hard.

“Ember.” My long groan sounds like a plea. Christ, I’m begging now. I can’t wait any longer.

Her legs hook on my lower back and pull me deeper, telling me without words what she wants. What she needs.

I bury my face in her neck and thrust hard and deep. Withdraw an inch. Return deeper. Harder.

“So tight. So soft, Firefly. So fucking beautiful, you make my head spin.”

She trembles beneath me, her body clutching me with every movement. My control frays like a thread of cotton pulled too tight. The sweet friction of her silky heat around my cock sends rational thought scattering into a haze of pure sensation.

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