The Single Dad (The Dalton Brothers 3)

Nineteen

Ford

Iwanted her to beg.

Maybe it was the fact that I hadn’t tasted her since we’d left LA, not risking the chance of Everly walking into Sydney’s bedroom and seeing us.

Maybe it was because we were in a public setting and the thrill of that turned me the fuck on.

Maybe I just wanted to hear how badly she wanted me.

But as I had her positioned over me, her needs filled my ears.

One at a time.

“Please,” she cried, her back arching.

I poured champagne over her shoulder, watching it dribble down her chest, pooling at the top of her nipple.

I licked the path, stopping when I neared her tit.

My mouth wasn’t going there just yet.

She had to wait.

“Ford!”

I added more, this time to the center of her breasts. The cold, bubbly liquid popped against her, telling me the carbonation was doing exactly what I wanted.

Tingling.

Urging.

“Oh God, touch me.”

Words that were so fucking sexy.

But they weren’t enough.

I covered more of her, every inch that wasn’t beneath the water.

Slowly.

Meticulously.

Painting the champagne over her body, avoiding the spots that would give her any relief.

I wanted to see a build.

I wanted more begging.

“Ahhh! Please! Now!”

I didn’t stop until both glasses were empty.

Instead of getting out to retrieve the bottle, I lifted her onto the edge of the tub and spread her legs across it. I moved in front of her, and her fingers raked through my hair, trying to pull me toward her pussy.

To give her the relief she’d been asking for.

I glanced up, my mouth inches from her pussy. “Is this what you want, Sydney?”

She nodded; her lips parted as she breathed through them.

“You want me to fucking eat you?”

She swallowed, nodding again. “Please.”

“Tell me.”

The oil they’d used to massage her made her skin slick, but that didn’t stop me from gripping her. From holding her thighs where I wanted them.

From blowing strong, short bursts of air against her clit.

“Ford,” she pleaded. “Oh God, please.”

“Please what?”

This was where Sydney was timid. Where she didn’t have much experience.

Where each time I slid into her pussy, it almost felt like I was taking her virginity.

“Please give me your tongue.”

I moved closer, breathing harder so she felt every exhale. “Where do you want it?” I pressed the tip of my tongue against her thigh. “Here?” I gradually moved to the other side. “Here?”

“No.”

“Where, Sydney?” I let my tongue settle. “Show me.”

Her hand started at her nipple, pinching it, like she couldn’t go another second without that sensation, and then she lowered. Down her ribs, past her navel, stopping at the top of her pussy.

“Here.”

I licked the top of her fingers.

“On my clit.”

That was what I’d wanted to hear.