The Single Dad (The Dalton Brothers 3) - Page 92

“How do you want me to lick it?”

My cock throbbed as I waited for her to respond, the anticipation of eating her cunt almost too much to bear.

But I still didn’t go directly to that spot.

I kissed around.

I nipped.

“Fast.” She sucked in some air. “Hard.”

I gazed up, our eyes locking. “To make you come?”

“Yes.”

“Say it.”

She was biting her lip, the sight making me fucking rabid.

“To make me come.”

“That’s it,” I breathed, flattening my tongue to cover the entire length of her.

The width.

“Yesss,” she sighed.

I dragged the tip up and down, grazing that perfect clit.

But before I really tasted, before I gave her what she’d asked for, I wanted to smell.

I wanted to bury myself in her scent.

I wedged my nose in between her lips and took a long, deep inhale.

“Fuck me,” I moaned.

I was desperate to finger her, to cover myself in her wetness.

But I didn’t.

I stayed there, breathing her in, moving my nose lower to press against her clit.

“Ohhh, yes.”

She liked that, and I hadn’t even started.

I dropped again, halfway down, my tongue giving her just the slightest bit of friction. It was enough that her legs began to close, her toes to bend, her hand to loosen in my hair.

I kept her thighs apart, holding them, pushing them as I dipped in once more.

This time to the entrance of her pussy.

My favorite fucking spot on her body.

The one that took me in.

That held me.

That fucking sucked the cum out of me.

I couldn’t wait.

I needed to feel her.

Taste her.

My finger probed, and I immediately felt the tightness and wetness of her cunt.

“Goddamn it, Sydney,” I moaned. “You’re fucking perfect.”

Her grip was back, flexing within the strands of my hair, pulling me closer. With each tug, her head fell back farther, her hair dangling on the floor.

A trail of gorgeous skin led up to her face.

One that I couldn’t see, but I still watched her.

The bounce in her throat as she moaned, “Ford.” The rise in her chest as she brought in more air.

My finger went in deeper, aiming upward, giving her that arch I knew she desired. And while I pulled back to my nail and slowly slid in again, I dragged my tongue up her clit, stopping at the very top, where I gave it a quick swipe.

Her hips bucked.

“Oh God,” she whispered. Her hand twisted within my locks. “Your tongue … I can’t even think of words.”

That was how I wanted her.

Lost.

Because I was the same, mouth deep in her pussy, knowing even this wasn’t enough.

I needed more of her.

My tongue flicked harder, staying in that same spot, my finger picking up speed.

And while I ate her, while I tapped my tongue back and forth, my dick grew.

It fucking ached to be inside her.

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