The Single Dad (The Dalton Brothers 3)

“Fuck,” I breathed as I shot my first load. “Sydney …” I moaned, my wrist twisting up and down my dick, closing in as I neared my tip.

The second stream came bursting out.

But I kept up the same speed, like her pussy was fucking milking me.

The third shot came, and I was drained.

My eyes finally opened, showing me the hard, ugly truth …

I was in the shower.

The water scalding.

The reality of tonight, the pain I had caused, all unfolding in front of me.

I lifted my hand to my nose, hoping her smell would still be there.

But all I smelled was soap.

The scent of Sydney long gone.