The Single Dad: Girl’s Sexual Awakening

I swallowed her delicious taste down my throat and said, “Now, fucking ride me.”

A grin came across her mouth as she shimmied down the rest of my body. “I need something first.” She started to tug off my shorts and boxer briefs, eyeing my cock the second it sprang free.

Desire was etched across her face, and I knew where this was going.

What she wanted.

What she was about to give me.

Goddamn, this girl.

She surrounded my crown and began to bob down my shaft.

“Oh fuck.” I banged the back of my head onto the bench, taking in the sensation of her throat. “Yes. Suck it.”

This girl knew how to give head.

She used her hands, twisting her fingers around my shaft until she reached the base, rising to the center, where her fist met her lips.

That pattern repeated.

And with each dip, my hips drove up, and my fingers tightened around her hair.

“Fuck, Sydney …”

I was paralyzed on this bench.

Drowning in pleasure.

I wanted to shoot my load into her mouth.

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.

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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.

“Fucking come,” I ordered, skimming my fingers across her clit like she was a guitar.

She gripped my shoulders and held on.

After only a couple more plunges, she mashed our lips together.

And she lost control. “Ford!”

Her body was overcome with shudders, ripples.

“Oh God!” she shouted. “I’m coming!”

It was fucking gorgeous to see her in that state.

And I was about to join her.

My fingers gripped her, stabbing. “Sydney! Fuck!”

She was dragging the orgasm out of me, pulling the cum from my cock.

The explosion moved fast, through my balls, through my dick.

I held it in for just a second.

And then I shot my first load into her pussy. “Yes!”

She was gliding back and forth, her moans telling me that the waves were just starting to calm in her body, and I was moving up and down, pumping, filling her.

“Fuck!” I propelled upward, burying myself. “Hell yes.”

And she sank over me, taking my dick, swallowing everything I gave her.

I didn’t stop until I was drained.

Until I was empty.

Until there was nothing left to give her.

Our movements halted, and she fell against my chest, her face in my neck.

That was where she stayed.

Breathing.

Cuddling.

But when she finally leaned back, her hands surrounded my cheeks, and her lips softly pressed to mine.

I couldn’t get enough.

Of that coconut scent.

Of the feel of her.

Of the heat from her mouth enveloping me.

I separated us, and a swell moved through me.

One that made everything in my body tingle.

“Sydney …” I hovered over her lips, tasting her in the air, my cock growing, hardening inside her. “I want you to fuck me again.”

EPILOGUE

FORD

T

here were some things that looked extra stunning on Sydney. One of those was the sun. That was a reason-among many-that I’d taken her to Bali, a place she’d never been.

A place I knew where she could completely unplug.

A place I knew she would fall in love with.

Since she had eight weeks off until she started her fourth semester of college, finishing the last three on the Dean’s List, we had plenty of time to play.

To celebrate.

I couldn’t be fucking prouder of her.

She had a dream, and nothing was stopping her from achieving it. Not the seven classes she was taking a semester, doubling up to graduate early. Not the credits she had snuck in during her Christmas break. Not being Everly’s nanny.

Not even me.