The Single Dad (The Dalton Brothers 3)

But I wasn’t going to do that.

I was going to fill her pussy instead.

Except she was gripping her fingers around me, taking me deeper into her mouth.

Sucking her cheeks against me.

Swirling her tongue around me.

Urging my fucking orgasm.

Bringing me dangerously close.

I was seconds away from losing it when I barked, “Ride me.”

When she didn’t move, when it seemed like she couldn’t get enough of my cock, I leaned up and pulled her mouth away, walking her body toward my tip.

“Jesus, Sydney. That fucking mouth of yours.”

She smiled, wiping her lips as she positioned herself over me. “I can’t get enough of you.”

“And I can’t wait to feel how fucking wet you are.”

She lowered. “God, yes!”

The intensity was immediate.

As hard as her lips had drawn me in, this was the same.

But with her cunt.

“You’re so tight,” I moaned. So much so that she wasn’t letting me go. “Fuck.”

After a few more dips, I was lost.

The only thing I knew was that I needed to touch her.

To bite her.

I lifted the sports bra over her head and took her nipple into my mouth.

I tugged.

I licked.

I bit the very end.

And each time I moved my mouth, her fingers dived into my hair. “Ford, yes.”

She was lifting, dropping, circling her hips, moving me inside her.

I needed the control, I needed to stop what was building in me, so I wrapped my arm around her waist, taking her weight, and I switched to her other nipple.

This time, I only used my teeth.

I scraped across the edge, pulling.

Flicking.

And right before I surrounded the back of her nipple, she increased her speed, causing me to moan, “Sydney.”

She didn’t slow as I squeezed her or as I tried to stop her.

She was taking what she wanted.

At this moment, it was my cock, and she was fucking me like she wanted to come.

Bringing me to that place I wouldn’t be able to return from.

If I was going to fucking lose it, then so was she.

I licked my fingers and reached down to the top of her clit, and while her pussy stroked me, I rubbed back and forth.

“Yes!” she screamed, her hips bucking. “Yesss!”

She was narrowing.

She was getting even wetter.

She was close again.

I took one of her nipples into my mouth and released it, only to say, “Now, fuck me as hard as you can,” before I bit down on it. I let go of her waist and reared my hand back, slapping her across the ass. “That’s it, Sydney. Harder.”

Her head fell back.

Her pussy clenched around me, keeping me in.

I arched my hips forward, giving her every inch I had.

And she took it.

“Faster,” I growled.

I needed to see her come.

I needed to feel her quivers.

I needed her cunt to milk me.

“Ford!”

And there it was—that tightness, that wetness that flooded over me.