Page 81 of The Single Dad Project

“Your bed.” She lifted a hand and clasped his, placing it low on her belly. “Me.”

He crushed his mouth to hers. Her lips immediately parted under his thrusting tongue, and he dove deeper for more. Always more. God, she was...fucking phenomenal. He didn’t have another word to effectively define the headiness of each thrust, lick, moan...

Lifting his hand to her locs, he threaded his fingers through them, dragging his nails over her scalp, cupping her head. She tilted, her lips parting wider, granting him deeper access. And he took full advantage, each stroke and suck granting her a preview of how he intended to fuck her.

Wild, hard and with complete possession.

Belatedly remembering he had a sleeping child under his roof, he reluctantly stepped back, but only to grab her hand in his and tug her down the hall to his bedroom. Once behind the closed door, he didn’t waste time stripping her of her clothes. Yes, he’d seen her naked before, but goddamn, his memory must’ve faded over time because her beauty struck him in the chest as if it was the first time he was seeing her.

Gorgeous.

Glorious.

She was pure beauty wrapped in skin and bone. Created for the sole purpose of him worshipping her. And yeah, that sounded narcissistic, but he couldn’t erase the thought. Couldn’t evict the overpowering need to kneel before her and take what was his. At least his for tonight. Or however long she allowed.

He dipped his head, sucking her breast into his mouth, worrying the nipple with his teeth. She gasped above him, her groans driving him on, and he gave her a moan in return, continuing to flick and lick the beaded tip.

Impatient, he switched to the other tip, sweeping the flat of his tongue over her flesh, treating it to the same devotion he’d lavished on its twin. She trembled against him, her hands gripping his hair, yanking and sending sparks of pain and pleasure cascading down his spine, converging in his throbbing cock, tingling in his balls. Just her hands in his hair and her nipple in his mouth, and he veered too fucking close to coming.

And he was nowhere near ready for this to end.

With one last, slow sweep over the tight tip, he lowered himself. Down her chest, over her belly... But before he could reach his destination, she shoved against his shoulders, stepping back.

“Wait,” she gasped. “My turn.”

Before he could stop her, she dropped to her knees and had the button and zipper of his jeans open.

His heart damn near stopped before it thudded in triple time.

“Queen.” He covered her hand with his, squeezing even as lust burned a pathway through him, straight to where her mouth hovered above. “You don’t have to do this.”

But she shook her head.

“I know it. I don’t have to do anything. I want it. I want you in my mouth, down my throat.”

A shudder quaked through him, and his hand fell to his side, signaling she could have her way. Because, God, he wanted her to.Neededher to.

The hushed echo of his zipper lowering reverberated in the room. His chest rose and fell on harsh inhales, and his hand tunneled through her hair. And he stilled as she reached inside his jeans and boxer briefs, freeing his cock.

He glanced down, unable tonotlook at his erection appearing almost brutal in her small hand. And there was no way in hell he could look away as she arrowed him toward her waiting mouth.

Goddamn.

Fierce primal lust slammed into him as he sank into her warm, wet, willing mouth. His hunger for her surpassed anything as ephemeral as food. This was deeper, rawer.

She gripped him, pumping the lower half of his rigid flesh. His hips bucked and she hummed, the sound a mind-bending vibration up his cock, to his nuts and sizzling down his legs to the soles of his feet.

“Ohdamn.” He groaned, his grip on her locs tightening, and he pulled her closer, silently ordering her to take more, suck more. Fucking devastate him.

With a whimper, she set about doing just that. She bobbed her head over him, mouth bumping her fist before she withdrew, the drag of her tongue the loveliest and most insane pleasure. She traced the vein running along the length, circling the hood before teasing the tender spot tucked beneath.

Adam cursed again, and as if his reaction spurred her on, she swallowed more of him. The head nudged the narrow opening of her throat, and she gagged a little, pulling back before returning for another try. She relaxed the muscles in her throat and exhaled through her nose. And he slid back in until the tip slipped into the tight channel.

“That’s so good,” he praised, voice thick, rough. He grunted, repeating the stroke, going deeper. Losing some of his sanity along with his control.

She grabbed his hips, and he let go, fucking her mouth, trying to be gentle, but feared he wasn’t. Not that she seemed to mind. No, she simply held and let him work out his lust on her. And when pleasure crackled and snapped down his spine, he jerked free, his breath loud bursts of air in the otherwise quiet room. He curved his hands underneath her arms and tugged her to her feet, ignoring her mewl of protest.

“I want inside you, queen. It’s been too long. And I need to remind myself that reality is much better than fantasy.”

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