Page 102 of Challenged by the Single Dad

She squirmed and wriggled on the bed, her chest heaving, nipples pointed directly up to the ceiling with the exposed wooden beams. He wasn’t going to squander this moment. He finally had time to fulfill the fantasies that had haunted him since she first walked into his bar. To savor her. Worship her. And he intended to do just that.

Picking up the other foot, and starting from the ankle again, he swirled his tongue, kissed and nibbled all the way up to the glistening, pink lips that called to him. That beckoned his tongue, that he was dying to taste.

Hooking her calves over his shoulders, he pressed his nose to her mound and inhaled, his cock now an agonizing iron bar against his zipper. He didn’t fucking care.

He spread her wide and flicked her clit with his tongue. She sucked in a sharp breath, then melted into the mattress. He did it again.

Her legs flopped open, and she relaxed even more as a warm gush fled her center. He rushed to lap it up, to taste her. And fuck, did she ever taste sweet.

Opening his eyes, he glanced up to see her cupping her breasts through the thin, silky fabric of her pajama top. Her bottom lip was pinned beneath her top teeth and her back arched. It was like staring at a piece of art. So beautiful. So perfect.

Circling his lips around her clit, he sucked on the needy little bud, until it swelled against his tongue. Then he slipped two fingers into her slick channel and pumped, spreading and scissoring, before finally curling them up and pressing on that magic little button.

Her hips shot off the mattress and she gasped.

He did it again.

And again.

And each time her hips lifted higher, more of her sweetness coated his fingers. But he wanted more. He needed more. Carefully pulling his fingers free, he gripped her by the hips and flipped her to her stomach, eliciting a high-pitched yelp of surprise from the half-naked woman on the bed.

She glanced over her shoulder at him, bewilderment in her hooded gaze. He took no time giving her instructions, and just manipulated her body the way he needed it. Face down, ass up.

Trailing his tongue back up from the soft spot behind her knee, and along the back of her thigh, he took pleasure in her ragged pants and the way her hips dipped involuntarily, her clit desperate for friction. For his mouth.

“Patience,” he purred, smoothing his hands up her hamstrings and over the plump, perfectly-round globes of her ass. He gripped the cheeks, spread them, and swept his tongue up through her crease.

Her gasp made him smile. Then she tried to crawl away, but he held firm.

“Dom,” she breathed. “You don’t …”

“I know. But I want to.” He did it again. “Do you not like it?”

“I …” She moaned. “But it’s …”

“It’s what?”

“Wrong?”

“Are you asking me if it’s wrong? Or telling me it’s wrong?”

“I don’t know.” Now her words were coming out as a whimper. He twirled his tongue around her bare hole, enjoying the way it puckered tighter. Reaching beneath her, he sought out her soaked center and pushed his fingers back inside. Instantly, her hips started to buck up and down again. But that only made her ass cheeks squeeze his face.

It was impossible not to smile.

“Dom …”

“Are you asking me to stop?”

“No?”

“Again, with the questions.” He chuckled and playfully bit the fleshiest part of her ass, pulling her out of her head and back into her body.

She gasped, then groaned. “Again … please.”

“Good girl,” he murmured, before biting her again, this time on the other side. Her moan was like music. Then he went back to work with his tongue, once again licking her ass and getting squeezed by her clenching cheeks. “See … nothing that feels this good can be wrong, right?”

“It feels … so … so good.”

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