Color Me Pretty: A Father's Best Friend Romance

“I met with her a couple days ago, but she wants to speak with me again soon.” She needed a final response, but I couldn’t make up my mind.

“Are you still taking the class?”

My throat was dry. “Yes.” I paused. “I think so? To be honest, a lot has changed. I’d be stupid not to.” But was I ready to take a robe off in front of everybody and let them draw every flaw on my body?

Ren reached over and grabbed my hand, giving me a comforting smile. “You should do it, Della. What do you have to lose?”

I didn’t want to think about that.

Hadn’t I lost enough?

Chapter Twenty-One

Theo

Smooth lips peppered kisses down my bare chest as small hands pulled the comforter down. Eyes cracking open as those bow-shaped lips wrapped around my bare cock had me groaning loudly, my hand finding the back of her head.

“Christ, Della.” Feeling the hot, wet heat of her mouth glide up and down my length, flattening her tongue on the underside of my thickness, had me awake in a flash. My free hand gripped the sheets beside me, still warm from her body. Cursing as she took me deeper, I tipped my head back and thrusted my hips up.

Her gag had me smoothing my fingers through her hair as she worked to the rhythm my hips were setting, one of her hands gripping the base of my cock and jerking me while her other fondled my balls.

“Fuck,” I rasped. Sentences were beyond me as she quickened the pace, her head bobbing up and down, making wet fuck-me noises, as the sunlight filtered through the blinds of my bedroom window. When I asked her to stay the night, I’d wanted to do every dirty thing my mind could conjure, but she’d fallen asleep watching some Disney movie with an old man in a floating balloon house, and fuck if I could wake her from looking so goddamn peaceful. Even the dog was curled up beside her on the couch until I carried her to bed.

The sounds her mouth was making against me was enough for me to fucking blow, but I didn’t want to. “Sweetheart, I’m going to come if you don’t stop.” Though the thought of her taking all of me in her mouth and swallowing was tempting, I liked filling her a different way. It was a primal need that only made me harder for her as she sucked on the head that I knew was leaking. “Get on top of me, Della.”

She didn’t listen. Instead, she did everything she could to get me to come instead. When her hands squeezed me tighter and her teeth lightly grazed me as she deep throated, I was fucking done for. Her free hand massaged my balls as my hand tangled in the strands of her hair and pulled her into me instead of away like I’d demanded.

I thickened in her mouth, arching up, and came. Fast. Hard. And fucking came some more.

The sweet blonde between my legs took it all, looking up at me through her lashes as she swallowed and slowly withdrew, some of my cum on the corner of her lips that she licked away with her tongue.

She gasped as I yanked her toward me until she straddled my hips. With a bruising kiss, I rocked her into me, my cock already hardening again from the semi that I had even after the best fucking blowjob I’d ever gotten. The tangy taste of me on her tongue should have been a turnoff, but all it made me want to do was worship her until she got the same treatment I did.

My fingers found her panties under the shirt she borrowed from me the night before and moved the material aside to find her already soaking wet. “Jesus fuck,” I groaned, drawing my finger through her arousal and toward the bundle of nerves. She wiggled on me, kissing my jaw, cheek, and trailing her lips to my ear where she sucked the lobe into her mouth as I pinched and tweaked and rubbed her clit until her breathing grew heavy.

When I dipped a finger inside her and hooked it, the strangled noise I was gr

eeted with had me grinning against her neck as I suckled the skin above her pulse. The second finger entered and stretched her, causing her to grind down on me until she was panting. “That’s it, baby girl. Ride my hand just like that.”

Her hips lifted and dropped down as she circled her hips, and when I entered a third finger she tipped her head back and moaned my name.

“That feels so good, Theo,” she whispered, kissing me again. Her hands held my face to hers as she sucked my tongue and got my cock twitching against her. She kept riding my hand until my thumb put pressure on her clit again as I scissored my fingers inside her. I could feel her tightening around me, her legs locking on either side of me as she cried out and came, biting into my bottom lip so hard I could taste blood. It didn’t matter. Della Saint James could mark me however she wanted to show the world I was hers.

Using the wetness gathered on my fingers, I pulled out of her and slid my fingers to her backside, teasing the tight bud I hadn’t played with yet. “So many things I want to do to you,” I murmured, kissing her lips as I probed her hole. “So many things that I know you’d let me do to your tight little body.”

She shivered and froze as my wet fingertip entered her ass, her fingernails digging into my shoulders until my skin stung. “T-Theo. I…” It wasn’t a scared hesitation or warning. She closed her eyes as I kept my finger there, letting her slowly adjust to the intrusion.

“One day I’m going to fuck your ass.”

She swallowed, wiggling again until she gasped when it made my finger go deeper. “But not today?”

I kissed her slowly, letting my tongue tangle with hers as our breaths mixed and our teeth nipped, before drawing back. “Not today. I’ll get you used to me first. This morning I want to show you how much I love you.”

With that, I withdrew my finger and maneuvered us so I could slide down her panties and dispose of them across the room. The shirt came off next. When I positioned her on top of me, I kissed her neck, her jaw, until I grazed her lips with mine and said, “Take what you need from me, Della. Anything and everything.”

She exhaled softly before kissing me again, one of her hands guiding my cock to her entrance before she slowly slid onto me. We both breathed heavily as she took me inch by inch until she bottomed out. Her arms hugged me close to her for a moment before she lifted herself up and slid back down again. She repeated the motion again and again until she needed more, my cock living for how tight she was around me.

That time when I kissed her, it was with a purpose. It was slow and needy and hungry and tortured. Every graze told her how much I cared, every nip how much I wanted her, and every suckle how much I didn’t give a fuck what anybody else thought.