The Single Dad: Girl’s Sexual Awakening

She’s never had two orgasms in one night?

“I’m going to change that.”

I rocked my hips forward, giving her my entire shaft. She was closing in on me, tightening.

“But if you keep feeling that good, you’re going to make me come.”

She began to meet me in the middle, arching her hips up, adding pressure to my cock.

“You like this position, don’t you?” I growled.

“Yesss.”

I could guess why.

From here, I could reach even deeper.

I could rub her clit at the same time, like I was doing now, and hit her G-spot.

And every time I brushed across it, she gave me a reward.

Her sounds.

Fuck me, it was like music.

My head leaned back as my balls tightened, and her hips began to buck against me.

“Fuck, Sydney, you’re getting me far too close.”

She glanced over her shoulder again, her teeth teasing that lip I loved. “I want to feel you come.”

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She owed me another orgasm first.

And I wanted a front-row view to watch it happen.

I pulled out, my cock instantly missing her pussy, and I moved directly in front of her, backing up until I hit the headboard. That was where I took a seat, stretching my legs out, and said, “Come ride my dick.”

She crawled toward me, her nipples so fucking hard as she straddled my waist, gradually lowering onto my shaft.

“Fuck,” I hissed as her pussy took ahold of me.

While her nipples bounced in my face, I licked them as she rose and gave them a quick nibble as she lowered.

She gripped my shoulders, her speed intensifying, her breathing increasing, especially as she moaned, “Ford … yes.”

She was getting close.

I would bring her even closer.

I clamped her nipple between my teeth and thrust my hips forward, giving her more of my cock each time she sank over me.

“Oh God,” she gasped.

As I flicked her with my tongue, I pressed the pads of my fingers over her clit, and I ground over it.

She went wild.

That was when I knew I had full control. When I could get her body to do anything I wanted.

And what I wanted at this moment was for her to, “Come!”

It was instant, like she’d been waiting for the command.

“Ford! Fuck!”

Shudders moved through her body, creating what felt like a vibration over my dick. While the intensity wrapped around her, I showed no mercy, taking over the movements, pounding into her, making sure each wave left an impression.

“Don’t stop!”

Goddamn, those words were fucking erotic.

But she didn’t have to worry; I was far from stopping.

With this girl, I didn’t need fuel.

Her moans and pleasure were my only concerns.

Both simmered inside me, causing me to go deeper, harder. My strokes turned relentless, my need for her screams an intoxicating combination.

“Oh my God!”

I wasn’t sure who had breathed those words. I just knew I was overwhelmed by her tightness, wetness. Sydney’s pussy was swallowing me, and I never wanted out.

Her arms wrapped around my neck, and she hugged me against her, and while she kissed me, she began to buck.

“Sydney, fuck,” I roared.

“It’s your turn.”

I ran my hands across her back, holding her to me, feeling her incredible body as we moved together.

“Now,” she begged.

There was something about the neediness in her voice, the way she was pulling at my hair, the way her cunt was sucking me that made me lose it.

The feeling started in my balls, the spike blasting through my stomach, erupting like an explosion. “Fuck yes!” I gripped her as tightly as I could, and she took that opportunity to take over, stroking my cock, milking the cum out of me.

“More,” she urged, biting my earlobe.

Damn it, this one was naughty.

And I fucking loved it.

I held on, waiting for the peak to pass, shooting stream after stream into the condom. Once she emptied me, I surrounded her face with my hands, staring into her eyes as the calm took over.

We were frozen.

Breathless.

An unexpected satisfaction hummed through my body.

I grazed my lips across hers, taking in her coconut scent, trying to fill my lungs with air.

As our eyes locked, a smile passed over her mouth, and she whispered, “Who are you?”

It was as though I’d voiced those words, the very same thought in my head.

Who is this girl … and what the fuck is she going to do to me?

FOUR

SYDNEY

I

was still on London time. No matter how hard I’d tried to sleep, just a few hours after Ford and I finally went to bed, I was now wide awake.

What I’d learned in the short time that I’d been in this bedroom was that Ford couldn’t be satiated.

He wanted more of me.

More kissing.

More touching.

More tasting.

I soaked up every second because no man had ever treated my body like him. Had ever made me come so hard. Had ever given me two orgasms in one night.

But Ford hadn’t stopped at two.

He’d given me a third in the shower.

A fourth, fifth, and sixth before I fell asleep.

Oh God.

And to even think, I had almost convinced myself that the timing of last evening was all wrong, that my life was too unsettled to even consider pursuing him.

Gabby had been right, of course.

Had I shut myself off, which I’d been leaning toward, I wouldn’t have woken to his arm wrapped around me like a seat belt.

He was even incredibly handsome when he slept. His expression so honest. His core so dominant, his hands so experienced, his mouth so pleasurable.

How could only the lightest graze of his fingers, the subtlest exhale of his air cause me to quiver?