The Single Dad (The Dalton Brothers 3)

A wetness that was sopping.

A heat that shocked the hell out of me, that I was never quite ready for.

“You feel so fucking good.”

I buried my dick until my balls were slapping against her. Now that I was all the way in, I stilled, taking in the sensations, pressing our foreheads together so I could breathe in her air.

“Sydney …” I kissed her, sucking the end of her tongue. “You make me fucking wild for you.”

Her arms crossed behind my neck. “That’s just how I want you.”

She barely had the last word out before I reared my hips and dived back in—a movement that caused her to scream.

A sound I loved.

A sound I wanted to duplicate over and over.

“Fuck yes,” I roared, sliding in, holding her ass.

Teasing that back hole.

A place I’d never entered.

Since there was no better lube than a woman’s wetness, I added a finger into her pussy, soaking it while I also fucked her with my cock. Once my skin was slick enough, I pulled my hand away and moved it around to the back.

I started with just the tip of my finger, going in as far as my nail.

“Ah!” she released, and she leaned forward and took my lip into her mouth.

Her teeth came next.

Biting.

She began grinding as I went in deeper.

“Ford!” she shouted.

I waited to see if she was going to tell me to stop.

But she didn’t.

That was her way of asking for more.

More was what I gave her.

My movements began to match. As I thrust into her pussy, my finger did the same to her ass.

Water splashed from the tub, and beads of sweat dripped from my face.

And Sydney couldn’t stop moaning.

Especially as she bounced over me each time I sank into her, riding me as I was fucking her.

“Damn it,” I breathed. “You’re making me want to come.”

“That’s what I want.” Her hand was suddenly on my balls, playing with them, circling them over her palm. “I want you to make me feel it.”

That was a demand I couldn’t refuse.

“You’re coming with me,” I growled. My hand left her ass, and I lifted her off the edge and brought her into the water, setting her on top of me as I sat on the bench inside. “Ride me.” I gripped her cheeks, holding her face close. “Ride me like you want me to fucking come.”

With her arms now around me, her knees bent at my sides, she lowered to my base and rose to my tip.

Taking it.

Working it.

Squeezing it.

She twisted her hips, dancing over my cock, the water making the temperature inside her pussy even hotter.

“Sydney …” I reached behind her, finding that forbidden entrance once again and giving her my entire finger. “That’s it; fuck me.”

She froze for just a second, as though she was getting used to the feeling again, her ass forming its own wetness, and that was when I knew she was enjoying it. When she ground over me because she wanted me in deeper.

With each pump of her hips, my finger dived in and rotated, letting her feel the friction from all sides.

She was bringing me closer, and her sounds told me I was doing the same for her.

“Ohhh,” she released. “You have no idea how good you feel.”

But I did.

Because I was there.

About to fucking blow.

I gripped her hip, holding her firmly.