The Single Dad (The Dalton Family #3)(81)

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.

“Ford …” She was tilting her head up, staring down at me with a hunger in her eyes and on her lips. “You’re going to make me come.”

I wanted to taste it.

To watch it.

To hear her scream.

To know I was the one giving her this feeling.

Rather than answer, I gave her more.

I twisted my wrist, my finger hitting her G-spot, rubbing across it.

“Oh fuck,” she cried, her knees bending, her feet pushing onto the edge of the tub so she was rocking into me. “Yes!”

I could feel how close she was.

Her clit hardened, the wetness thickening on my skin.

God, she was fucking beautiful.

So was her pussy as it closed in around me, each breath a moan, each movement adding to her build.

I plunged.

I licked.

And within just a few of both, she was squirming.

“Ford!”

Ripples blasted across her stomach, and I watched each one, every burst of pleasure as it spread through her.

“Oh!” she gasped. “Yes!”

It happened quickly, wave after wave.

I could feel it on my finger.

I could see it move across her, the way her stomach shuddered, how her legs wanted to cave, how her pussy kept me sucked in, clenching as she moaned through each breath.

“My God!”

Stunning.

Always.

But when she came, when she turned her most vulnerable, now, that was a whole different look on her.

One I could stare at forever.

And I did as I licked through her orgasm, slowing only when she settled.

But I still stayed there, kissing, spreading her wetness, waiting for her to come back to me.

To push through that fog.

When she did, when her eyes refocused and fixed on mine, she panted, “What the hell was that?”

I tasted her on my lips. “What you asked for.”

“I …” Her voice trailed off as she tried to catch her breath. “Every time is unlike the others. It’s never”—she shook her head—“felt like that before.”

I kissed the inside of her thigh. “Do you want it again?”

I could spend all day with my face between her legs.

We were in no rush.

This room was ours until we left.

“Yes.” She pulled at my hair, trying to lift me from the water. “But, no, I want you.” She wrapped her legs around me. “Please, Ford. I need you.”

And, damn it, I needed her.

I moved her to the very edge of the outer lip of the tub, and I stood from the steamy water, my dick so fucking hard that it was reaching for her.

My palm went around my shaft, pumping, readying myself.

I lifted her legs to my waist, feeling them lock behind me, holding the outside of her thighs while I teased her with my crown.

“Yes,” she hissed. “Give it to me.”

She was soaked.

Dripping over my tip.

And when I was only an inch in, she was already squeezing me.

“Sydney …” I moaned, my head falling back, my mouth opening as I plunged into her. “Hell fucking yes.”

I knew the feeling.

It greeted me every time.

But she had described it dead on—each time was different.

A tightness that instantly milked my cock.

A wetness that was sopping.

A heat that shocked the hell out of me, that I was never quite ready for.

“You feel so fucking good.”

I buried my dick until my balls were slapping against her. Now that I was all the way in, I stilled, taking in the sensations, pressing our foreheads together so I could breathe in her air.

“Sydney …” I kissed her, sucking the end of her tongue. “You make me fucking wild for you.”

Her arms crossed behind my neck. “That’s just how I want you.”

She barely had the last word out before I reared my hips and dived back in—a movement that caused her to scream.

A sound I loved.

A sound I wanted to duplicate over and over.

“Fuck yes,” I roared, sliding in, holding her ass.

Teasing that back hole.

A place I’d never entered.

Since there was no better lube than a woman’s wetness, I added a finger into her pussy, soaking it while I also fucked her with my cock. Once my skin was slick enough, I pulled my hand away and moved it around to the back.

I started with just the tip of my finger, going in as far as my nail.

“Ah!” she released, and she leaned forward and took my lip into her mouth.

Her teeth came next.

Biting.

She began grinding as I went in deeper.

“Ford!” she shouted.

I waited to see if she was going to tell me to stop.

But she didn’t.

That was her way of asking for more.

More was what I gave her.

My movements began to match. As I thrust into her pussy, my finger did the same to her ass.