Page 103 of Challenged by the Single Dad

Lifting his mouth from her crease, he stood up, still pumping two fingers into her pussy as he took a moment to just appreciate the woman panting on the bed. Her tank top pooled around her shoulder blades, revealing every little vertebra of her spine. They moved with the heavy intake of each of her ragged breaths. Desperate to taste more of her, he leaned over and roughly kissed his way down, licking and nibbling her sensitive skin, tasting her, devouring her like he needed her to survive.

“Dom … inside me … please.” With her cheek pressed into the mattress, she locked eyes with him over her shoulder. “I’m so close. I can’t come alone.”

Holding eye contact with her for a few more breaths, he let her pussy squeeze his fingers and coat them with her juices before he finally removed his hand from between her legs. She flipped over to her back again, watching with keen, hungry interest as he unzipped his jeans and dropped his boxers. Kicking off his wet shoes and socks wasn’t nearly as sexy, but he did it with lightning speed.

She yanked her tank top over head, and then crab-walked backward up to the top of the bed. He dipped one knee, then the other, into the mattress as he followed her.” She peeled the covers away, and lowered herself, her head hitting the pillows.

He covered her, hovering over her, their faces just inches apart. His cock throbbed with the need to be inside her, and when she spread her legs, allowing him to settle between them, he leaked precum onto her belly.

Wrapping her arms around his neck, she nodded, and he adjusted his position enough to notch himself at her center. Then, with their eyes locked, he slid home, inch by perfect inch, until he was fully seated, sheathed to the hilt. Home.

Pulling in a deep breath through his nose, he just stayed like that, unmoving. The crash of relief was overwhelming and almost like a drug. He’d been carrying so much on his shoulders. So much grief, and guilt, and confusion. He felt none of that now. Being with Chloe, beinginsideChloe felt so right. There was no room for guilt, or grief, or shame, or confusion in the bed with them. Just desire. Just passion. Just … need.

Because boy, did he fucking need her.

He craved her.

“Are you going to move?” she asked softly, staring up at him with worry in her eyes.

Blinking, he smiled and nodded. “Sorry, just … this feels right. Right? Like, you’re not regretting this?”

Her smile was small and she glanced away. “Do we really want to be having this conversation while you’re inside of me?”

Fuck. No.

He made to move off and out of her, but she gripped his forearms to keep him there. “That’s not what I meant. It’s just … I want this. I want you. Maybe we can have the heavy conversation once we’re full of dopamine?” She shrugged. “It’d be a shame to waste such an impressive erection.”

That made him bark out a loud laugh that felt nearly as good as being inside of her. “It would be a shame. It’s beenpainfullyhard for hours.”

“Hours? I think that’s a medical condition. Should I call Justine?”

“No, you shouldn’t call Justine. There’s no room for anything, or anybody else, in this bed but us.” He swept the stray strands of her hair off her face and stared down into her eyes. “Got it?”

She nodded. “Got it. Now move. Fuck me already. Isn’t that why you came here?”

Oh, she was a smart-ass. And he loved it. Growling, he laced one leg under hers and rocked them until she was on top and he was on the bottom. “You going to be bossy? Then you’re in the driver’s seat.”

She met him with a challenging gaze, lifted up onto her knees, and started to move up and down, squeezing his cock with every draw, and relaxing with every plunge. “See, I don’t waste time. I get the job done.”

Gripping her hips, he focused on her tight, raspberry nipples and the way they hardened into little, suckable buds right before his eyes. Her breasts were fuller. It wasn’t just a new, padded bra. The way they bobbed with each lift and drop hypnotized him, and when he reached up to cup one, taking a nipple between his thumb and forefinger, she let out a low, cat-like mewl.

He adjusted his position on the bed, sitting up against the headboard, so he had unfettered access to her tits. Taking each one into his mouth, he sucked and flicked her nipples as she continued to ride him, coaxing that explosive orgasm from his balls.

Sliding one hand over her hip and around her ass, he found her puckering hole. “You going to let me in?” he asked, dipping his fingers lower to gather some of her ample wetness.

“I’ve never …”

He nodded. “Okay.”

“But …”

“But?”

“Okay.” She moaned.

“Okay?”

Her head bobbed, almost with desperation. “Yeah. I want to try.”

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