Fake Daddy (The Single Brothers 2)

He rose an eyebrow and with the red dress that hugged my body like a second skin it was clear that I wasn’t inviting him in to talk strategy. Far from it, I wanted him to take me. And I could see by the twinkle in his eye as I closed the door that he had the same idea.

“Where’s Hazel?”

I nodded as I held on to the door handle. I didn’t know if I should just run like a chicken and leave him inside.

“At my friend’s.”

“I see. So, should we go through the list?”

For some reason, I thought that he asked me if I wanted to kiss. I closed my eyes like a teenager ready for her first kiss.

“Ivy are you okay?”

I shook my head as if I had a rude awakening; I realized then that he never said kiss as he held out his iPad.

Fuck!

Stupid me, he did come over to talk about the list of preschools. That was when I leaned away from the door and sighed.

I should have just come and opened it naked to tell him that I want him to seduce me. This guy’s not interested, and I’ve been kidding myself to think that he was, until he moved so quickly that I felt as if there was a gust of the wind that entered the hallway. He dropped his iPad on the side table and then pinned me against the door.

“I don’t mind staying in tonight, do you?”

He was so fucking close to my lips that I couldn’t help but close my eyes, and I knew that this time he would kiss me. There was no doubt in my mind. He wanted me as much as I wanted him and tonight there wouldn’t be any messing around. We were going to get straight to the point. I didn’t have to pick Hazel up until tomorrow, and I had a feeling by the size of his growing bulge that was pressing in between my legs, he would be keeping me busy until Saturday morning.

He pinned me against the door and drove his mouth against mine. I couldn’t believe how quickly the momentum changed. Sure, I wasn’t wearing any underwear. I invited him over for a purpose, but maybe this whole thing was going too quick. He was kissing me with a hunger that meant he had only one thing on his mind. The same thing I did when I put this dress on. I wanted Chad here not to talk about preschools, but to do dirty things to me. As he drove his mouth against mine and I felt the bulge that was growing in between my legs, I knew that it was a promise of what was to come.

“I only have one condom on me,” he snarled and I wanted to say something back. But I couldn’t as his bulge rubbed against my pussy.

“Isn’t one enough?”

I looked at him directly and I could see lust written all over his face. One wasn’t enough. My booty call was just that. A one minute man. He wasn’t really that good, but like a moth to a flame, I was there whenever he called. Chad had just offered me multiple orgasms in the space of a second and the idea of it should have been something that I should run away from. I should have told him that I wasn’t interested. But I couldn’t as he started to nibble on my neck.

“I’m on the pill. You don’t need to worry about condoms.”

“Good,” he growled as his nibbles turned to sucking on my neck.

I was happy that I’d invited him to come over.

I was dripping wet and as he cupped my ass, he lifted me up and moved to the living room like an expert. One that was going to take control and take me all night long.

Chapter Seven

Chad

I reached out and stroked her upper thigh, parting her lips slightly. Ivy looked so fucking sexy with her pussy squeezed together in this position. Her skin flushed a deep pink telling me that she was slick with moisture.

“I didn’t want to rush. I wanted us to take our time. But you’re so fucking wet for me.”

Her dress was so tight and when I discovered that she had no panties on, it was as if she was ready for me to take her.

“You wanted this, didn’t you?”

She nodded her head as I slowly drew my finger along her hot opening. She as so fucking soft and I should have taken her then, but I used every ounce of control in my body to bide my time.

“What is it about you that keeps me coming back for more?”

She laughed, “We haven’t done anything yet. This is the first time,” she purred. Ivy tried to get up her sofa and I stopped her as I put another finger inside her. This time I made sure that I shifted the angle so that my thumb found her clit as my finger stroked her G-spot. I loved hearing her cry. She flopped back on the sofa.

“I’m not in a hurry, I can’t wait to taste your sweet pussy.”

She didn’t say anything, all she could do was moan as I continued to play with her for a minute, relishing her slickness. I enjoyed the sensual little sounds that spilled from her mouth.

I knew that I couldn’t hold back any longer.

She whimpered, “don’t stop.” The tightness in her muscles and her desperate voice told me that she was close.

I bet like Olivia, she hadn’t been with a man since she gave birth. She told me that the jerk stopped calling her the moment she told him that she was pregnant. They were booty call partners as she had so eloquently described their relationship. I knew that this would be the first time that I would go back to a woman more than once.

I’d just started with Ivy and already I couldn’t get enough of her. “I need to taste that sweet pussy. Now. I can’t fucking wait.”

That made her spring into action as she gazed at me with burning desire in her eyes. I wanted to watch her come. The anticipation was making me grow so fucking hard. She was spread like an eagle in front of me, so I took a moment to breathe her in. It set something raging at the bottom of my stomach.

I dragged my tongue slowly up her opening. She tasted incredible, like f

ucking sweet honey on a cherry as I sucked and lapped it up eagerly. I teased her folds and thrust inside her while her clit flushed and throbbed an inch away. I spread her open with two fingers as I brushed her nub and then pulled back.

“Chad, don’t stop!”

I smiled as I continued to lick the sensitive bundle of nerves and caressed long enough to stoke her fire a little more. I didn’t want Ivy to just come. No, I wanted her to fucking come so hard that no man had ever made her feel that way. I was going to leave her tonight feeling like a proud man.

I drew her lips between my own while stroking them with my tongue. She was screaming like a woman brought up in a brothel. One of her hands was gripping the sofa. Whereas, the other was firmly at the back of my head. Her body bucked desperately, trying to guide my tongue where she wanted but I didn’t relent. I honed in on her clit, licking fast and firm.

It didn’t take long. Her voice spiked as her orgasm tore through her. I drew back because I wanted to see her fall apart. It was fucking amazing watching her body tremble and arch as I went back to milk every ounce of pleasure from her.

I could tell that she was trying to fight it, as minute she was shaking and trying to reach to get up. I couldn’t move as I watched her while grinning from in between her legs.

“I think that you need servicing,” she said as she moved forward and attempted to unbuckle my belt.

She was leaning down as I stayed on the edge of the sofa. I moved slowly from the edge and began to stand up. She was sitting down on the sofa, but I wanted on her knees.

“Get on all fours.” I commanded as I moved to sit on the sofa.

“There’s nothing sexier then seeing you on all fours.”

She smirked, “You really have a fetish for women on all fours?”

I shook my head, “No, just you!”

It was as if it gave her permission to suck my cock, as her hands reached hungrily for my belt buckle. She swiftly moved from taking her dress off to reveal that not only did she have no panties but no bra, too. My cock sprung up at the revelation. I saw that her nipples were hard before, but I just thought that the dress was so tight. From the time I entered and we kissed, I knew that not only did I want to taste the lips on her face, but her pussy, too. She reached for my cock with the same lust on her face. I groaned as her fingers closed around my shaft.