Page 219 of The Single Dads Club
“I want to taste you,” she said. “You wouldn’t let me the last time, but today I’m not taking no for an answer. It’s been about me from the start. For once, let’s make things about you.”
I held my breath, trying to find the words to argue. I didn’t care if she was on her period—at this point I wouldn’t have cared if she had two heads. Before I found the words, though, her ass was in the air behind her and she was hovering over my thick, straining shaft.
Taking my length in one hand, she worked me slowly, gently, until finally her mouth closed over me and I let out a little groan of satisfaction.
“Bren.” I tried to stop her, but then she bobbed deeper, taking as much of me in her mouth as she could while working the rest with her hand.
I let out a murmured curse as she gagged a little, and then I forced myself to thread my fingers through her hair again, willing myself to pull her away and focus instead on her pleasure. When I tried, though, she only released me with a littlepopand shook her head.
“Not this time,” she said. “I want to make you come.”
“But—” I tried to argue, but she silenced me again by swirling the tip of her tongue around my swollen head, all the while staring deep into my eyes. Then, slowly licking her lips, she shook her head again.
“Don’t you want to give me what I want?” she pouted.
“I—” I broke off, growling as she bobbed against my length, sucking hard and deep until my eyes dropped closed and I leaned back into the chair, trying to force myself to think of something, anything other than how good it would feel to spurt my hot need inside her mouth…feel her throat close over me.
I imagined how hot it would be to see my seed dripping down onto her breasts while she took me deeper inside her warm, wet mouth.
As I moved my hips in encouraging thrusts, her tongue stroked the underside of my shaft, stopping every now and then to tease the sensitive tip. In that moment, I would have given anything for her to rip off that bikini and let me watch her breasts bounce as she worked me up and down.
“You have no idea how hot you are,” I groaned.
She smiled at me, though her hand never stopped its work. “Why don’t you tell me?”
“You’re the sexiest woman alive. Every time I lay eyes on you I want to tear your clothes off and have my way with you right then and there.”
“Oh, yeah?” she cooed, rolling her tongue over my sensitive tip as I jerked into her mouth.
“Yes,” I groaned. “Right now all I want is for you to take that top off and let me see your perfect breasts, baby.”
“Do you know what I want?” she asked, and I struggled to breathe as I stared at the way she was working me over
“What’s that?”
“I want you to come in my mouth and watch you lose control. How does that sound?”
I swallowed hard. “My girl gets what she wants.”
“Good.” She offered me a mischievous grin then sank to her knees again, taking as much of me in her mouth as she could and working me long and deep. This time there was no gentleness in her touch. No, she was all urgency and need and want, working me fast and hard and coaxing me toward the finish line.
Her tongue flicked over me, teasing me even as my balls drew up and I readied myself for her.
Staring into her eyes, I managed to grit out the words, “Going to come,”
And she smiled around me, her tongue twisting over my tip as I jerked and threaded my hands through her hair. Closing my eyes, I focused on her warm, wet lips and groaned as the wave of pleasure shot through my body, rolling over me like the ocean waves in front of us.
In that moment, I lost control, flexing and pulsing as hot come spurted from my cock into her waiting throat. She never slowed, working me through it, taking me deeper as I came. I couldn’t stop the deep guttural sound coming from my mouth that I didn’t even recognize as my own. My vision blurred as I tried to find my breath again.
When I’d finally stopped twitching, she pulled away and lay beside me as I fought to catch my breath.
I turned toward her, relishing the swollen redness of her lips.
“Let’s get married.” The words slipped from my mouth before I’d thought them through, but there was no doubting I meant them. I wanted to spend every day of the rest of my life waking up next to her face. I wanted to have that baby we’d been so afraid of at first. I wanted everything—with her. But I knew it was risky. She was already gun-shy. What if this was the thing that sent her packing?
“What?” She laughed, sweeping her hair to one side before lying back on my chest.
“You heard me. I want you, Bren. Marry me.”
