Single Daddy (The Single Brothers 1)

Silence.

She doesn’t protest or say anything.

She lifts her head up, and she’s staring into my eyes.

“Kylie?”

Her breathing quickens as I pull her close and kiss her gently. I’m expecting her to say something, anything, to tell me to stop. I want to rip her clothes off, but I know that she wants something else from me. She’s kissing me back gently, and then I part her mouth with my tongue. I’m teasing, waiting for her to tell me to stop if she’s not in the mood. She's saying nothing as I inhale her sweet citrus fragrance. It starts to get my blood racing, and then she moans softly as I draw one of her lips between mine while sucking on it gently.

It drives me wild, as if it’s the first time that I’ve heard her make the sound. I want to make her moan over and over again, and then when she’s done, I’ll send her to another level and make her scream.

I lift her up so that she’s in between my legs. She rests on my swollen cock, which fucking hurts. The torture is too much because all I can think about is ripping her clothes off right now. She’s so fucking wet, I can feel it in her jeans.

This is so hard because she’s looking at me with lust in her eyes. Between her swollen plump mouth and knowing that she’s the only woman that can suck me dry, I find it difficult to focus on anything but that mouth on my cock once more.

“Do you want me to suck you?” she asks, and I realize that I’m predictable in my bedroom antics.

“No, I want to take my time with you.”

I start to slowly peel the straps from her shirt and lift her arms up.

“We could go up to the bedroom.”

I smile. “No, I feel like blessing the sofa right now. We’ve never done it here.”

The kitchen, bedroom floor, even the damn stairs… but never the fucking sofa.

"You're kidding me, right? We did it here first. Only last week."

Shit, she's got me there.

“You’re so kinky! Anywhere and any excuse, right?” She raises her eyebrow, and as I slip her shirt down her stomach revealing her tits, I take one in each hand and squeeze them gently. I savor the softness of them. They feel fucking out of this world. She lets out a sharp moan as I lift her up so that I can suck her nipples.

“You like it like this.”

I bite her areola slightly.

“I just love the way that you touch me.” She starts to pant as I slip my hand around her back pulling her closer to me. I engulf the whole thing in my mouth. Her skin’s like pure silk, and I find it intoxicating as I change positions to have her underneath me.

I’m going to give her pleasure like she's never known, and I kiss my way around her chest in small circles and relish the sight of her coming apart. I love the way that she rocks her body back and forth. It makes me know that she’s on her way… on that journey that I love to take her on. She’s moving her hands up and down my shoulders, trying to touch me whenever she can, and then she tugs at my shirt.

“Take it off. I want to feel your body next to mine.”

I move closers to her as she sits up and takes my shirt over my head.

Kylie strokes my back, and her little fingers are so delicate and soft. I move my hands to her ass, and that’s when I realize that she has no panties underneath her shorts.

“No panties?”

She laughs. “What’s the point when you keep taking them off all the time?”

I can feel her ass through the shorts, but it’s not enough, and I start to pull them from her legs. I move quickly to squeeze and part her cheeks. She’s so fucking wet as I brush her pussy, and she lets out a whimper. Then she shifts positions trying to force contact. I hold on to her firmly, and I know that she’s going to love it.

“Get on all fours!”

I need to see that fucking ass. She hesitates for a minute and then turns over and takes my breath away. Fuck, she’s perfect. The pronounced hips, the round ass… There’s nothing that can match her beauty.

“You’re so fucking sexy!”

She nervously laughs. “I’ll take that as a compliment.” Kylie’s lost a lot of weight in her legs since she started walking. It’s as if she’s losing weight, but not to be slim—just the perfect figure-eight. I squeeze her cheek and then grab it. I can’t get enough of her. I’m pinching her and watching her cheeks turn red. This time, I hone in on her clit as I gently slide my fingers inside of her.

She starts to rock, and I know that she’s starting to come. Her voice changes as her orgasm rips through her. It doesn’t take much for her body to start trembling, and then she arches her back as I milk every bit of pleasure from her. I love watching her come. It’s so damn easy, but the real challenge is making her do it over and over again.

She catches her breath and says, “Wow! You do it to me every single time.”

“Yes.”

I feel as if I just came, but whenever she comes, I just find myself speechless.

Her eyes are on my cock. “I’ve wanted to suck you from the moment you touched me.” She’s not even asking for my permission, but I stop her with my hand.

“Please.”

I turn and sit down on the sofa as she greedily pulls on my belt buckle. I want to sit so that I can see her naked body rocking while she’s sucking my cock. I groan as her fingers close in on my shaft.

“Shit!”

“Did I hurt you?”

I shake my head. “No. It felt so damn good.”

“Oh, I haven’t even begun…”

She starts to jerk it gently as we keep eye contact, and then she leans in closer, and her mouth is on my tip. I can feel her breath hot on my skin. Those plump lips are making their way down my cock. Her mouth’s soft and wet. I let out a sort of roar from my chest. I love it when she sucks my cock. She starts to find her rhythm as she goes from teasing my head to relaxing and taking me in deeper. I think that she has nearly a third of my length down her throat. She’s teasing and stroking it in all the right places.

I don’t know what’s turning me on more—Kylie being on all fours or her burying my cock deeper into her mouth. I can’t even watch her body anymore, and I start to lose control as she begins to pump her mouth in time with her hand. She’s sending waves of pleasure through me, by using one and then then the other. I can feel it as my hands curl and hold on to the sofa. She’s working my entire length with every motion.

I let out a growl so fucking loud as Kylie speeds up while honing in on my head. It’s as if she knows that I’m close, and more importantly, she’s enjoying it. I explode in her mouth, but not in one shot. It’s just coming over and over again as I lose control of my hips and mind. I can’t even open my eyes.

I’m trying to compose myself and try to see clearly. I look up, and Kylie’s still in between my legs.

“Wow, I don’t need to eat again tonight.”

“Shit, it was loads, right?”

“I didn’t even think that you could come that much.”

“Neither did I.”

She stands up and gathers her clothes. “Does this mean that we can go to bed now?”

I grab the remote and turn off the TV. I laugh at the idea of us doing anything else. Parenthood’s hard. Richard’s not even walking around, and he’s tiring me out. Kylie’s just taken a load of me, and I have to get up early and go to the ranch.

“Don’t put your clothes on. I want to hold your naked body all night long,” I say as I buckle my jeans. I love seeing her naked; it’s a work of fucking art. Everything about her is.

“Only if you do the same.”

I nod. “Try stopping me, but I think that I’m done for the night.”

I point at my cock because I didn't believe that it would ever get tired.

“Good, because so am I.”

We walk up the stairs holding hands, and I decide that tomorrow when I come home from lunch, I’m going to tell her exactly how I feel. I don’t want her to stay for a few weeks. If she’ll consider it, I want her to mo

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Chapter Fourteen

Noah

It's as if one minute, everything's perfect. I'm supposed to be working on the ranch for a bit, and then I'll come home, cook us lunch, maybe go out for a picnic, and then I'll ask Kylie. That was my fucking plan for the day.

Not this. One phone call, and everything's fucking upside down.

I hate my dad and especially Stephanie. If my money weren't tied up in the ranch, I would give it to them. How dare they make Kylie feel guilty for their mistakes.

“So, are you going to run that by me once again?” I ask Kylie as she’s packing her bags to leave.

“Terence took out some loan on the house. Never told mom or anything.” She takes a deep breath, and all I can think about is why any woman would fall in love with such a lowlife.

Never mind the fact that the man was running around fucking God knows who when my mom was sick. He knew, but he didn’t care. Sometimes, I think that maybe he’s changed—that he’s no longer a prick—but then he always does something to make it known. A leopard can’t change its spots.

“With me not working, they need money to pay it off or they’ll lose the apartment.”

“Well, your mom can get a job.”

“Really, doing what?”