Page 40 of One Bride for Three Single Dads

He raises his eyebrows at me.

“There,” I say, pointing to a chair behind him.

Honestly. Is he still pretending he’s not sure?

As he sits back in the chair that’s right behind him, I come over smiling, gathering my skirt in my hands as I walk. His eyes widen with every step and I tease him when I’m sure I have his attention.

Another step, the skirt goes up to my thigh. Another step, the skirt goes up to my hip and…

No panties!

His mouth drops open.

That’s better.

I climb on top of him, straddling him on the wide cushion. Yes, I made sure that this chair was here on the patio. You’re damn right I did.

I love feeling his furry thighs on the insides of my calves. For just a second, I think about that simple connection. It’s been so long since I had a man underneath me. It makes me feel powerful to be above him like this. To know that the tip of his cock is just an inch away from my wet, dripping channel.

Right there.

Leaning forward on my elbows, I get my tits right up in his face and toy with him a little bit. I want to feel his hands on the backs of my thighs. And there they are. See? I want to tell him. Was that really so difficult?

But instead, I want to let my body do the talking for me. I roll my hips in his hands, gradually swaying my pussy closer and closer to his cock. I let him guide me, then pull away. Then he holds me tighter and gets me closer.

I love kissing him. Every kiss feels like I’m drinking him in. There something so satisfying about it. I feel like I could do this all night.

Grinding my hips closer and closer to him, I finally feel his shaft right underneath me and slide down it, letting my natural wetness coat him. He moans into my mouth and shudders. His fingers flex against my ass. He is as tense as a plucked wire.

“Look at me,” I whisper, pulling back.

He opens his eyes. We separate our mouths just a millimeter. His stare is desperate, filled with meaning, beyond words.

I don’t even blink as I get closer and closer. I want to see him. I want to see those last barriers fall away from his gaze as my pussy swallows his cock.

It’s so thick, I’m not sure I can do it right away. I have to swivel and swivel, basically screw myself onto him. He groans desperately.

But I’m not letting him get away. And he is not letting go.

He guides me over him, thrusting up until his ass leaves the chair cushion. I am pinned on top of him, filled to choking.

Jesus fucking Christ, this is amazing.

The connection between us is electric. It crackles. I can practically read his mind. And he’s been… so lonely. And he has been in need of exactly this.

“Now fuck me, Ambrose,” I whisper, letting my lips brush against his as they move.

“Yessssssssss,” he groans into my mouth, taking my lips in his.

Suddenly, he lets go. He fucks me hard, drilling me deep on that fat, swollen cock. His tongue plunges into my mouth over and over again. Then he lets my mouth go and dives down to bite my neck and tits as he relentlessly pummels me, fucks me practically numb.

Suddenly I feel him go stiff, long, practically granite. He plunges deep inside me and lets go of my left tit, which pops out of his mouth and jiggles back into place.

“Look at me!” he commands.

I didn’t even realize my eyes were closed, but I force myself to open them. I want to watch. I want to see his face as he comes.

The union is explosive. Just seeing myself reflected in his eyes tips me over the edge and I am spiraling like a stone that has been flung out over the side of a cliff.

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