Page 149 of The Single Dads Club
“Panties too,” I growled.
She slid her fingers under the elastic and tugged the panties down her legs, sending them over the side of the bed along with her jeans.
Once she was completely undressed, I tugged off my own T-shirt and yanked down my jeans, tossing them to the floor. “Come here.” I eased her down onto her back, and spread her knees until her legs fell apart as wide as they would go, before leaning forward to taste her.
When my mouth met her flesh, her head dropped back against the pillow and she let out a low moan. I circled her clit with my tongue, teasing and sucking the delicate flesh into my mouth while she writhed underneath me. Her hips wouldn’t remain still, lifting to meet my mouth as if they had a mind of their own, and I had to grip her waist to keep hold her steady. I could do this all day, but it wasn’t long before she was balling the comforter in her fists and panting out my name as her release crashed over her.
I crawled up her body and held her against my chest, where she promptly nestled herself in again. “Am I forgiven yet?” I whispered into her hair.
She sighed contentedly and patted my back. “Mm-hmm.”
I chuckled.
Tossing aside the fact that I had a throbbing erection, I would have lain there all night just holding her, doing my best to win her over. But after a few minutes Alexa’s breathing had returned to normal and she climbed on top of me, straddling my lap. The feel of her wet heat pressed against my erection sent my pulse skyrocketing. I wanted her.Fuck, I needed her.
“You can’t keep sliding that sweet pussy along my cock, sweetheart, unless you’re ready for me to bury it deep inside you.”
She let out a soft whimper.
I gripped her upper arms, hard enough so she knew I was serious but not hard enough to hurt, and hauled her off me. “I’m not going to be able to control myself with you cupcake, and I don’t want to hurt you.”
“Cade, please. I want you…” she whispered.
Aw hell, hearing her beg for it just about undid me. Did she know what she was asking me? “Are you sure? Your first time should be with someone important, sweetheart.”
Her answer was determined. “I know.”
My heart spasmed again. I wanted to make her mine. “You sure you’re ready for this?”
“Yes,” she breathed, her voice raspy with need.
I planted a soft kiss on her mouth, and felt her shudder when my erection pressed against her hip. I blindly reached over to my nightstand, unwilling to break the kiss and found the foil packet I was looking for. Within seconds I had rolled on the condom, and once the familiar scent of latex hung in the air, my dick had a mind of its own, nudging against Alexa’s belly as if it was seeking entrance. I knew I needed to slow myself down, but her tiny whimpers and the way she rocked her hips against mine were wearing at my patience.
I brought a hand between us to position myself between her legs and eased forward, nudging the head of my cock against her entrance, bracing myself above her. Alexa gripped my biceps as I pushed forward just slightly. She sucked in a breath and held it, biting her lip.
“Are you okay?”
I felt her nod, her face in the crook of my neck.
I brushed her hair back from her face and dropped a kiss on her forehead as I pushed forward again. The pressure of her warm channel squeezing me was almost unbearable. I pulled back and thrust forward a third time, allowing myself to slide just a little deeper inside. I watched Alexa’s expression change as I began to fill her. She was beautiful to watch—the little gasps escaping her parted lips, and her pink flushed cheeks.
When I pushed inside farther, unable to hold off from feeling the friction of our bodies any longer, Alexa released a soft cry that was tinged with both pleasure and pain.
“Am I hurting you?”
She squeezed her eyes closed and shook her head. “Just keep going,” she instructed.
God she was so tight, my dick felt like it was being strangled. “Holy fuck, cupcake, this has to be hurting you. Tell me if you want me to stop.”
Her only response was a series of tiny whimpers. Her eyes were squeezed closed—in pleasure or pain, I didn’t know. “Just go slow, okay?”
A surge to protect her, despite the massive case of blue balls awaiting me, swelled in my gut, and I pulled out completely, sitting back on the bed.
“Cade?” She reached for me. “Why’d you stop?”
“Because I was hurting you.”
“So?” Her expression was one of genuine confusion. “I knew it would hurt the first time, but I want this, I want you, please Cade, I promise I’m okay.” She trailed her hand along my abs, reaching lower.
