The Single Dad (The Dalton Brothers 3)

Without a condom, I could really feel it.

She was dripping.

Clenching.

“Fuck, Sydney.”

I repositioned her, moving her ass to the lip of the counter, and I held those perfect fucking cheeks while I thrust in. With her knees bent, I had full access.

I could pound.

I could twist.

I could reach the deepest part of her.

And I was—a section of her body that was the tightest.

That made her moan the loudest.

I stayed in, grinding my hips, circling within her.

She was holding our bodies together, her arms around my shoulders, her mouth on mine. I could taste her groans; I could feel them vibrating against my tongue.

“Ford …” She swallowed and gasped in more air. “I’m so close.”

I reached down and rubbed my thumb over her clit.

It was already drenched from my tongue, and now, it was hard as her body began to build.

“Ohhh.” Her nails stabbed me, her hips moving with me. “Yes!”

As she tightened, her pussy started to suck my cock, like it was trying to pull the cum out of me.

“Fuck,” I hissed, doing everything I could to hold off my orgasm.

To give her more speed.

More power.

The second I heard her scream, I felt the orgasm rush through her, changing the way her wetness coated my shaft.

“Ford!” She arched her back, moving with me. “Ah!”

“Yes,” I barked. “Give me that fucking orgasm.”

Her quivers turned to tremors, rocking across her navel.

The moment her throbbing began to weaken, when her movements died and her noises quieted, I pulled my thumb off her clit, and I lifted her into the air.

I carried her to the nearest wall.

My pumps were slow at first, allowing her to get used to me again.

“Oh God.” She tried to catch her breath. “That was—”

“I’m not done,” I roared.

The moment I felt like she was ready, the gentleness was gone.

So was the slowness.

I reared my hips back and stroked into that fucking heat.

That sopping closeness that was holding me in.

I used my strength.

I used the feelings I had for this girl, the ones that had been building each day, and I gave her everything I had.

Her legs squeezed around me; her arms braced on my shoulders.

Her nails dug into my skin.

But the only thing I felt was her pussy.

The way it responded when I buried myself, the way it clenched when I pulled back.

“Fuck, Sydney.” I kissed her. I gave her my tongue. “You feel so fucking good.”

I was close.

So, I held her even harder against the wall, and I reached down between us, finding that spot again.

The one that was hardening under my thumb.

That one that was so fucking wet.

And I rubbed it back and forth as I sank into her.

“Sydney …”

She kissed me back; she took in my air.

My pleasure.

And she gave me everything I needed.

“I’m going to come,” I howled against her mouth.

I knew she wasn’t far behind, but I also knew how to speed her up, how to get her to that place even faster. So, I rubbed her clit even quicker. I gave her all the energy and power I had left, circling, hammering into her cunt, and when I felt myself start to fall, I ordered, “Come.”

Her pussy squeezed me, and I lost it, the two of us coming together.

“Ford!”

The burst moved through my balls and into my shaft.

“Fuck!” I bit her lip, sucking it into my mouth, emptying myself inside her. “Sydney!”

She was screaming, giving me the sound I wanted, clamping down around me.

With each dip, I gave her more of me.