Page 17 of Summer with a Single Dad

His mouth was on me as soon as he reached my face. “Taste yourself,” he said, swirling his tongue around mine. Our kiss went on and on. I loved tasting myself on him, feeling the silkiness of his tongue and the warmth of his lips on mine.

I moved my mouth down his neck, squirming my way out from beneath him. Straddling him, I kissed and nibbled on his shoulders and chest. I traveled down his torso, reveling in the marvels of his finely sculpted body.

I nipped at his hips, palming his dick in my hand. I stroked it as I moved closer and closer. Holding his massive girth in my hand, I sent him a wicked grin before stroking my tongue over him from root to tip. I swirled around, greedily licking the salty precum away.

I stroked, sucked, and licked up and down, taking him fully into my mouth until he hit the back of my throat. Wetness pooled between my legs all over again. The sounds of my slurping, coupled with his raspy breaths, were such a turn-on.

Chris’s guttural groan hit my ears as he pushed his hands through my hair. When I reached the tip of his cock again, a sexy popping sound flew from my mouth when he pulled me off. “I’m gonna come if you keep doing that.”

“Good,” I said.

“I want to feel you.” He sighed. “God, I need to feel you, Emily.”

I moved up when he tugged on my wrists. When he flipped us over, the breath rushed from my lungs. “Condom. Nightstand,” I said.

As soon as he rolled it on, he settled between my thighs again. I could feel the tip of his cock against me. He kissed me slowly, pulling on my bottom lip as he pressed and rubbed to slick his dick.

He stole my breath again as he slowly pushed his way inside.

“Oh, god,” I mumbled against his mouth.

He pulled out, then pushed in, repeating the movements until I groaned again.

Lifting his face, he stared into my eyes.

Slow circular thrusts and a tilt of his hips sent my eyes rolling backward. I gripped him with my legs as the crescendo rose.

There was no space between us, and the friction against my clit had me chasing another orgasm. “Keep doing that,” I whispered. “Yes. Oh, god. Don’t stop.”

I closed my eyes as the ecstasy rushed through me.

“Emily,” he groaned, “I’m gonna come. You feel so fucking good.”

Moans, groans, and a frenzy of cries reverberated off the walls as he picked up the pace, fucking me so hard I swore my head would explode.

Our bodies were slick with sweat, and the scent of our sex filled the air.

Chris moaned loudly before a shudder shook through him. His entire body tensed before he jerked his head back and closed his eyes, a look of pure bliss on his face.

He was breathing hard, pushing into the mattress, back arched, chest erect.

“Holy fuck,” he said, eyes still closed.

“I’ll say.”

When he laughed, I felt his dick pulsate inside.

He lowered down onto his forearms and looked at me. “You are so goddamn beautiful.”

I pushed his damp hair away from his face.

He gave me a tentative smile before kissing me again.

An unwelcome thought skittered into my mind as I lay in Chris’s arms. The problem wasn’t how much I wanted him or how the sex was amazing, mind-blowing, and off-the-charts. It was the realization that Chris was the kind of guy I just might fall for.

When the warmth of his lips hit my shoulder, and my sigh was one of complete happiness, it dawned on me that I was in a world of trouble.

Chapter Nine

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