Page 7 of Grumpy Single Dad

The kiss leads to groping and then to lying on the pile of blankets. We toss a blanket over us to muffle our noises as Dallas slides his hand into my sweatpants to find my center. I reach into his to grab his shaft. Our hands move in unison, with me stroking his shaft while he glides two fingers inside of me.

He pulls his fingers out of me to suck on them, moaning and whispering, "You taste so good."

Dallas gasps like he's about to dive underwater. He moves under the blanket. One of his hands reaches up to cup my mouth shut while his mouth envelops my clit. There's a slight tug, pull, slide, and suckling rhythm to Dallas's mouth as he works my pussy into an erotic frenzy.

My hips roll and buck against his face. My moans try to escape from behind his hand, but I help Dallas by using a pillow to bite through the onslaught of orgasms he's pulling out of me. I'm practically whimpering with every swipe of his tongue. When he slides his fingers back inside of me to assist his mouth, I'm ready to inhale the pillow just to keep my mouth shut.

I finally pull the pillow off my face to get some air and beg, "Please, I need to feel you inside of me."

Dallas obliges as he rubs the tip of his cock at my entrance before pushing himself inside. My walls expand and contract around each inch. He slams his mouth over mine, his thrusts increasing their pace. I'm not sure how much the blanket's helping to silence the sounds of our bodies crashing together.

I reach up to run my fingers through his hair and stroke the side of his face as I whisper, "You have to take it easy. You'll make me scream."

"Scream for ice cream?" He quips with a smirk and a powerful thrust that forces me to clamp my own hand over my mouth. I can see the delight in his eyes with a flash of mischief.

"Don't," I warn him in a hushed tone, still cracking a smile.

Dallas pulls out and drives his cock inside my walls with bliss-inducing power that makes me clench around his thickness.

I slam both hands over my mouth while Dallas holds my thighs as far apart as he can. The weight of his palms holding them in place hardens my nipples and makes me wet and ready for more. Dallas pounds into my walls without restraint.

My orgasm comes and comes and comes.

Dallas holds my gaze, our eyes locking and both traveling down the center of our bodies to see the bright flames lighting my glistening essence covering his cock. He slows down to watch every inch move in and out of my pussy. The abrupt change in pace draws another climax out of me to the point where my thighs shake.

Dallas releases his grip and lowers himself closer to me. The quiet strokes of his dick rolling in and out of my walls practically bring a tear to my eye.

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DALLAS

Rye's warm walls clenching my shaft sends ripples of pleasure shooting down my body. Every stroke in and out of her as she desperately tries to stay quiet brings the beast out of me. I need to help her in a better position.

I pull my cock out of her and flip Rye onto her stomach. After I slip my throbbing erection back inside of her from behind, I lean forward to cover her mouth with my hand before I start pumping in and out of her with ease.

Rye comes all over me. The unyielding tremors of her thighs, her climax, and the wetness of her walls all serve to weaken my reserve to make this moment last longer. We roll onto our sides, with me still thrusting inside her. With my hand muffling her moans of bliss, my other hand is free to reach around to massage her clit.

The tips of my fingers rub and slide against her pulsing nub. When I apply pressure, Rye's hips buck, and she reaches behind to brace herself against my torso, tilts her pelvis, and pushes against my cock. She's moving in a rhythm to meet my cock inthe middle. The vibration of our bodies slamming together is enough to nearly make me cry out.

The stunted noise slipping out of me makes Rye come off my dick to face me. We're both on our sides, looking longingly into each other's eyes as she uses one hand to grip me by the hair, and her mouth crashes over mine.

Our kiss muffles the increasing heights of our pleasure as Rye angles herself in a way to ride me. My hands are free to grab her ass and give her some leverage to ride me over a climactic cliff. The closer I get to that same edge, the tighter I hold her ass.

She yelps in our kiss and bites my tongue before a wildness fills her eyes as she moves her hands down to my neck. She uses the leverage from her thighs to push me onto my back, where she sits up on my cock.

Rye rolls and bucks her hips as she closes her small hands over my throat. She's not strong enough to choke me, but the pressure sends a new sensation of pleasure ricocheting across all my nerves.

We fuck frantically on the floor, desperate to chase the orgasm that's guiding us through this storm of sexual release. Thunder crashes outside as if to agree with my sentiments.

Rye moves her hips upward before slamming down for a final time. Her body goes rigid from her core-tightening, pussy-clenching, thigh-locking climax. Soft cries of her orgasm slip beyond her lips. I yank her down to use my mouth to silence her.

The way our tongues swirl and lips move gives my body another burst of energy. I can feel myself getting hard all over again. However, the lights shooting back on and a crackling noise from the radio put me back on my descent from that orgasmic high.

A few more shy kisses help us pull apart to check things out. Thankfully, Frankie's still asleep. When I return downstairs, Rye's sitting in front of the fireplace with a cup of vodka in her hand. She holds out a glass for me to join her.

I ease onto the floor, my back against the couch, and we sit there in the silence of the aftermath. Silence doesn't last long as she finally says, "That was great."

I take a swig of my drink. It heats my throat on the way down. "It was. I'm sorry about just going for it. I've got a clean bill of health. I can send you my latest results to put you at ease."

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