Page 11 of The Single Dad Project

“Goddamn, queen. You’re so tight,” he growled, and nipped her upper thigh. “I need you to come so I can feel this around my dick. Come on, baby. Give it to me.” He issued that order and followed it with heavy, measured thrusts that bumped his knuckles against her sex.

Each stroke rippled through her, sending ecstasy jangling over nerve endings that felt exposed and overstimulated. Closing her eyes, she clenched her teeth against the electrified currents crackling through her. Each twist of his wrist and each curve of his fingers against a place high inside her shoved her closer to an orgasm that loomed like a bomb.

“Adam,” she rasped, nails scrabbling at his shoulders now, desperate to find purchase, stability.

He answered by circling his tongue around her clit and sucking, drawing hard even as the pad of his fingers thrust and rubbed.

She was done. Gone.

Dimly, she heard the muted sounds of clothing moving over skin, of the same hitting the floor. And when she lifted her lashes, the sight of Adam removing a condom and ripping it open greeted her.

It should’ve been impossible. Seriously, remnants from a reality-bending orgasm lingered within her; lethargy weighted her limbs. And yet...watching him roll the protection down an impossibly long, wide and thick cock sent a hydraulic wave of lust through her, energizing her.

Clothed, Adam was a beautiful, imposing man.

Naked?

Breathtaking.

And not in the hyperbolic sense. He stole her breath. A broad chest sprinkled with curly hair that narrowed into a silky line down a compact, hard stomach. Not a ridged stomach curated in a gym with machines, but a solid one derived from hard, honest work. Powerful, muscled thighs and calves. If he’d seemed huge in his sweater and jeans, stripped of those civilized trappings, he was gigantic. Almost intimidating.

Good thing she liked that.

Flo stretched her arms toward him, welcoming him. Urging him to hurry. Yes, he’d given her more pleasure than even she’d imagined he could dole out when she’d approached him at the bar. But an emptiness still throbbed within her.

An emptiness she suspected only he could fill.

At least for tonight.

With his hooded gaze fixed on her, Adam smoothed the condom down his length then crawled his way up her body. Staring down at her, he settled his big palms on either side of her head, caging her. He didn’t say a word, but that golden eagle stare studied her, and she sank her teeth into her bottom lip, imprisoning the urge to ask him, “What are you thinking?”

This wasn’t the place for talking. Unless it was a command to go harder, deeper.

A spark of resentment flashed through her, and though it smacked too much of cowardice, she closed her eyes. She’d told him what she wanted from him. Sex. Fucking. Forgetfulness. Not intimacy. Not sharing. Even without words, he pushed her boundaries, and she hated him a little for it.

But with her sex wet and aching, apparently not enough to push him away and order him out of her apartment.

Her fucking vagina had no principles.

Gentle but implacable fingers pinched her chin, tilted her head back...and waited. Waited for her to open her eyes. For her to acknowledge him. And though she didn’t know much beyond him other than he gave amazing orgasms, she sensed he possessed the patience of Job and the stubbornness of an ass. Meaning, he’d probably wait here all night for her to give in.

More resentment flickered inside her as she submitted first. And opened her eyes.

“What was that?” he asked, voice calm. As if the essence of her didn’t still moisten his lips and beard, and his hard cock didn’t brush her thigh.

“What was what?” she threw back at him, unable to quell the sharpness in her tone. “We’re here to fuck. We should get on with that.”

He didn’t immediately respond to her words or react to the tone. Once more he considered her, and she forced herself to meet his gaze. And maybe he decided to get on with it because the blunt, wide tip of his cock nudged her entrance, then pressed, pushing forward. The air was expelled from her lungs on a long, low breath.

Be careful what you wish for.

Thank God he prepared me with three fingers.

The two thoughts warred in her head as he slowly, increasingly claimed her, not stopping until he fully seated himself inside her.

Damn.Ohdamn.

Amazing, gorgeous pressure and pleasure edged in the thinnest rim of pain consumed her, surged and crackled through her. She blinked against the...enormity of the sensations filling her to capacity. Like the man.

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