Page 56 of Falling for the Single Daddy

I slide my hand around to her ass, indulgently grabbing her as I finally begin to kiss her slick folds. Her moaning almost makes me rush the process, almost turning me into a full beast. I could tear off my pants, guide my precome-slick head to her entrance, drive in and take her virginity savagely, push and push until I’m fully buried inside of her. I could own every single inch.

But this is her first time. And I don’t want to rush things, anyway. I want this to last for as long as I can draw it out. I want to savor every songlike moaning noise she makes. I want to revel in the slickness of her hole, the neediness of her horny nub. I take her clit in my mouth, sucking, pushing my tongue against it.

“Oh—fuck—”

I look up briefly to see that she’s grabbed a pillow, shoved it against her face. She’s biting down as if she can’t believe how good it feels. I bring my finger to her entrance, circle it slowly at the same time as licking her clit. She let out a long cock-twitching moan when I pushed my finger inside.

All the time, I’m sucking, licking, lavishing her clit with attention. I’ve never been hungrier, more consumed. My mindflashes with memories of her, her summer dresses rubbing against her body, her bouncing up and down on the trampoline, in the gym, thrusting, moaning, rehearsing for this moment.

She gasps and slides her hand over my head.

“Your mouth feels so good,” she gasps urgently, then bites down on the pillow again. “Oh—oh—oh…”

I wish I could somehow watch as her body trembles for me, float up in the room, and stare down at her. But her sounds and her touch are enough. I flick my tongue against her needy-as-fuck clit, her haven making slick noises as I slide in and out, savoring the sound of her pulsing pussy. Her virgin hole grips me tighter and tighter the hungrier I get. She’s getting close to the edge, her lust expanding.

I feel when her orgasm is about to strike her. It’s not just from how her muffled moans get loud, even with the pillow trapping them. It’s the way her body talks to me, her walls getting tight around my finger, her clit growing hot in my mouth, her hips twitching.

I fuck her with my finger, suck on her clit, then close my eyes and savor the noise of her muffled screams into the pillow. My dick can hardly take any more, my head swimming with the desire.

I stand up when her body goes limp and orgasm has passed. She leans up on her elbows, causing her breasts to sway for me. Her eyes gleam with a mixture of desire and wonder.

“Heck, Gray,” she murmurs.

“Do you have any idea how innocent you sound when you sayheck?”

She smiles. “Why do you sound like that turns you on, huh?”

She’s read me like a book—no surprise there. She leans forward, reaching for my pants. I’m stuck in place, captivated, too enthralled to move. “It’s almost like you want me to be your virgin, just yours…”

“It means you’ll onlyeverbe mine,” I growl. “And I don’t care how crazy that makes me sound.”

“Remember what I said? It’s too late to care about sounding crazy…”

I let out a broken growl when she pulls down my pants and my briefs. My length springs free. She leans back, her mouth falling open, her eyebrows raised as if her virgin mind is trying to calculate the logistics of this. But then I see her visibly push the nerves away.

She wraps her hand around my shaft, stroking up and down, slowly at first, and then faster as she leans forward and… oh,fuck. She brings her mouth to the head of my cock, looking up at me with her eyebrow raised.

“It’ll be better if your dick is wet, right?” she murmurs.

“Fuh-fuck…”

She kisses the head of my cock, then opens her mouth and sucks my tip while stroking up and down my base. I’m shuddering all over as she moves faster, my seed threatening to boil over. She starts to suck more of me, her warm mouth slipping lower, but I shudder and take a step back.

For a second, she looks almost hurt. But then this confident, sassy, beautiful smile touches her lips. She nods. She knows why I stepped back without me having to say she’s pushing me tooclose to the edge, making it so, any second, I could explode into her mouth.

“I need your pussy,” I groan. “I need your tight virgin hole. I needyou, Callie. Always.”

Nerves flit across her eyes. But only for a moment. Then she lies back and lets her thighs fall open. Her entrance winks at me, teases me, taunts me with what’s to come. I climb on top of her, my balls feeling heavy as my cock bobs up and down, sliding up her inner thigh.

She shivers and slides her hands around my neck, over my back.

I grip my shaft and guide my tip to her core. When I brush against her folds, the noise she makes is intoxicating. I feel drunk, high on my woman.My woman. Not that long ago, the idea that I’d think these words about anybody would be absurd. But that coldness seems so, so distant from us now. These words seem like the only ones I could use when it comes right down to it with Callie.

I push into her tightness, my head getting light with the sudden influx of pleasure. She clasps my face in her hands, nodding urgently up at me, coaxing me to go deeper, deeper.

“Does it hurt?” I growl.

“No,” she whispers. “But… take it slow.”

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