Who's the Daddy (Crescent Cove 3)

I dug deeper and brought my thumb up to play. When she arched up off the nubby textured cushion, I held her against me and double-checked that she wasn’t trying to stop me for real.

Some women weren’t into oral, but the way she flung back her head and reached for her own tits told me I was doing all right. I reached up with my free hand and flipped up her shirt and that lacy thing so I could see her breasts too.

My dick was pounding in time with my brain, but I wanted to see everything. She was so long and lean with the perfect kind of curves. Tiny nipples the same color of her pussy strained up against the golden firelight of the last rays of sun and her tiny-ass candles.

The shadows and light were just enough to drive me a little too close to insanity.

I buckled it down.

Not yet.

Not time to let go just yet.

She glanced down at me with wild dark eyes and struggled out of her shirt and the shaper thingy. I watched, my mouth still sealed over her swollen pussy. I drank down everything she gave me. I didn’t mind going down on a girl. The control of it usually got me centered so I didn’t blow my wad in two seconds like some chump kid.

This one was backfiring.

My blood surged and my vision hazed as I held on against her bucking hips. She tasted fresh and salty with something…extra. Nope.

Don’t think about that.

Just a fuck.

I didn’t need anything other than a fuck tonight. I was just messed up because of the day.

Not that I’d even thought about what today was after Kelsey opened the door. She was the opposite of my ex in every way. Including here where she was so incredibly responsive. So very in the moment.

Her fingers slid down to my hair and the sharp tug of pain dragged me out of my head.

Not about my past right now.

It was about her. And making her come her damn brains out so I could lose myself in her for a few short minutes before I had to get back to my responsibilities.

“Dare,” she said on a half whimper.

I leaned back and dragged her shorts off the rest of the way and opened her legs wide.

She gasped and tried to move up on the limited real estate of the cushion, but this was where I wanted her. Just on the edge where I had complete access to her pussy. I dragged my beard along her ass to give her an extra tickle of sensation as I fucked her gently with my tongue and wrecked her with my fingers.

The surprised cry that came out of her made me work harder. When her thighs clamped around my head, I kept going. There she was. She shook and arched up against my mouth.

Wild.

My little wild girl.

I glanced up as she soaked my face. Her red hair had come half out of its bun and was twisted around her shoulders and head, the tips sticking to her breasts as she arched and screamed.

Unable to hold back another second, I reached down to free my strangled cock, then flipped out my wallet and cursed when cards scattered. Where the fuck was my emergency condom?

Fuck.

There it was. Thank God.

How long had it been in my damn wallet?

On a hope and prayer, I sat back on my knees and rolled it down my shaft.

She reached up for me, but I brushed her fingers away. “Nah, darlin’. I’ve been listening to you scream and watching you shake under my mouth too long.”