Page 13 of Merry with a Single Dad

“Here,”—I knelt in front of her—“let me help you with that.”

“Okay,” she whispered, running her hand through my hair.

I pulled on the boot, skimming my fingers along her velvety soft skin as I went. She wiggled her foot, and I dragged her sock off, too.

“Thanks.”

I looked up at her and took her other foot into my hand. I pulled on the zipper and repeated the process. When she bent forward to kiss me, I unzipped her costume and unfastened the clasp on her bra.

She undid the belt around her waist, then slipped out of the top half. Her chest rose and fell in the simple black bra.

I traced a V down the left side and up the right. “You’re so fucking sexy, baby.”

“You’re not too bad yourself.” Her bra fell forward as she bent toward me. “Why don’t we see what we can do about your little fantasy.” After freeing herself from the straps, she held it up with one finger.

“Uh-huh.” I squirmed in my pants. I might have been dressed like The Joker tonight, but right now, I felt like The Man of Steel. I was rock-hard and ready to soar.

Emily’s mouth twitched as she dropped her bra to the floor. I couldn’t help but watch it fall. I met her eyes again; her grin a mirror image of Catwoman’s as she toyed with the top button before releasing each one so she could slide my shirt from my shoulders.

Pressing her lips to mine, I leaned into her. The warmth of her body was like catnip.

Our kiss started softly as we pushed the rest of our costumes away from each other’s bodies. Emily moved up the bed, and I followed, never leaving her lips.

We fell together—her in her panties, me in my boxers.

She clutched at my arms, and I pressed harder into her, feeling every soft plane and curve of her perfect body. Her nipples perked up from the friction of skin on skin.

Her mouth turned ravenous, and she sucked my tongue into her mouth.

I bit down on her lip, tugging her closer.

We groaned in unison, both of us greedy for more.

I wanted it all.

She released her hold on me so she could push her black lace panties away.

I lifted my hips when she touched my waist, and in an instant, I was as naked as she was.

Her sweet, wet center called to me.

“Chris,” she begged, arching her hips upward.

As she opened up, I sank balls deep into her.

“Fuck,” I growled against her lips.

Clinging desperately to the mattress so I didn’t lose myself from the excitement of a childhood fantasy, I focused on her moans.

“Chris,” she groaned, curling up, intensifying the friction between us.

Slippery wet, every plunge into her slicked me more, making my balls drip with her juices.

“I’m-I’m,” she cried through a ragged breath.

I pounded into her harder and faster, dragging myself around her little clit because she was right where I wanted her to be.

She was hot and soaking wet, the slap of skin on skin, the scent of sex floating around us. Her nails dug into my arms. Shebit down harder on my lip. Hips bucking, loud moans, wrapped around me like a wildcat.

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