Fake Daddy (The Single Brothers 2)

“Fuck that feels so good!”

She started to jerk it gently up and down and then leaned closer to the head of my cock. Ivy’s mouth was just an inch from my tip. I felt her breath hot on my skin, her little lips were pointed up at me. She drew one between her teeth, and then slowly she started to engulf me.

Her mouth was soft and warm and wet. She was teasing below the head, but as she found her rhythm, she started taking me deeper. Ivy had nearly a third of my length down her throat and her tongue was teasing and stroking my shaft like something that I’d never felt before.

I couldn’t believe how much of my cock she was taking and how she was making me feel right now.

“Fuck!”

I snarled as I held on to her head and encouraged her to go deeper. The sight of her kneeling before me with my cock buried several inches inside her mouth was so fucking hot. She didn’t even stop for a breath, which meant that she was enjoying herself, maybe as much as I was right now. She started to hand pump in time with her mouth, while working the base of my shaft. My whole fucking length was being worked on and I felt so fucking weak.

I couldn’t believe that I hadn’t come yet. But my thoughts were too soon as I felt myself getting so fucking close.

Ivy knew because she sped up, honing in on my swollen head, jerking so fucking fast as her tongue caressed those sensitive nerves. I couldn’t hold it any longer as I exploded into her mouth.

“Fuck! Fuck!”

I screamed so fucking loud, I knew that this was the beginning of a beautiful relationship. As I flopped back on the sofa, my hips just kept jerking. I didn’t think that Ivy could take all of it. But I was fucking wrong. I felt her mouth still attached to my cock. She didn’t want to stop as my once hard dick started to get limp.

“Jesus!”

I shouted out like a preacher in a church. I was praying that I could go on all night long. I had a feeling that I’d started something and now I just didn’t want it to end.

“Did you enjoy that?” Ivy asked with her voice trembling.

I wanted to speak but my throat was so fucking dry. I found myself unable to communicate. Shit, she had not only taken all of my come, but I had lost all my senses, too.

Chapter Eight

Chad

It was Richard’s first birthday, Kylie and Noah were holding a barbecue. I wanted to invite Ivy, but I just felt that it was too soon. Besides, I still hadn’t told her the truth. Every time I wanted to do it, something came up.

We were supposed to pretend that we’re a couple just to look at preschools and so far we had only been to one. She’d been to my place, and I’d been spending a lot more time at hers with the story of Olivia loving to babysit. Shit, I couldn’t wait for my mom to return from the cruise. Maybe then she’d knock some sense into me. I said from the start that in two weeks I would tell Ivy the truth, it was nearly five and the words still hadn’t left my mouth. Part of me wondered if I liked lying to her. If there was this sick part of me that was enjoying this game. I shook my head at the idea of it. I wasn’t like Joshua’s dad, Brent, or any of the other jerks that I’d heard about. I was better than that, that was what I’d prided myself on, but now I wondered if I was just kidding myself and that I was one of them deep down inside.

“You going to keep swinging that beer and talking to yourself or are you going to help me with the barbecue before everyone gets here?”

I stood up as I knew that Noah was summoning me to the barbecue for a reason, which is ironic because that was part of the reason why I wanted to come over here before everyone else did.

To talk.

“Sure. One minute.”

“If you keep drinking any more of those, then you may be too drunk even to help before anyone gets here,” Kylie said in a sarcastic tone.

“Sometimes I wonder if she hates me because she never seems to say anything nice,” I said to Noah as soon as I dropped my beer on the table and headed to the grill.

“If you don’t want to be smelling of burgers all day, then put on one of the apron’s,” Noah said ignoring my question.

“Seriously, that’s all you have to say to me. Does Kylie like me or not?”

“Seriously Chad, you think that Kylie and I sit down and discuss if we like each other’s, friends. You don’t have a clue.”

I had a quick vision of them sitting down and drawing a list of both their friends and crossing off the ones that they liked between talking about the new parenting trend. He had a point; it wasn’t something that I could envision them doing.

“She just thinks that you’re a single guy with a lot of time on his hands, that’s all. She doesn’t hate you. That’s a strong word. She just doesn’t know you as I do.”

“Thank God!” I sighed as I took the spatula out of his hand and started getting to work on the grill.

He laughed, “Hey, I meant to ask, what happened when you told that girl. Shoot, what was her name again?”

“Ivy.”

I didn’t say any more than that as I moved away from him.

“You did tell her, right? Because I’m sure when I was desperate to go out for a beer the other night, you did say that you were with her. Which means that you’re officially seeing her.”

“What is it with you and sis and the word relationship? I mean going out and having fun with someone doesn’t mean that you’re going to put a ring on their finger.”

Noah sighed, “Nor does taking your nephew and pretending that he’s your baby all the time. Kylie said that she saw you checking out a preschool with some poor soul. I think were the words that she used.”

I quickly changed the subject back to my original question.

“And you’re still trying to say that your wife likes me. Shit, Noah when did you become such a bad liar.”

He sighed, “Well, I must have learned it from you.”