The Single Dad (The Dalton Family #3)(82)

Water splashed from the tub, and beads of sweat dripped from my face.

And Sydney couldn’t stop moaning.

Especially as she bounced over me each time I sank into her, riding me as I was fucking her.

“Damn it,” I breathed. “You’re making me want to come.”

“That’s what I want.” Her hand was suddenly on my balls, playing with them, circling them over her palm. “I want you to make me feel it.”

That was a demand I couldn’t refuse.

“You’re coming with me,” I growled. My hand left her ass, and I lifted her off the edge and brought her into the water, setting her on top of me as I sat on the bench inside. “Ride me.” I gripped her cheeks, holding her face close. “Ride me like you want me to fucking come.”

With her arms now around me, her knees bent at my sides, she lowered to my base and rose to my tip.

Taking it.

Working it.

Squeezing it.

She twisted her hips, dancing over my cock, the water making the temperature inside her pussy even hotter.

“Sydney …” I reached behind her, finding that forbidden entrance once again and giving her my entire finger. “That’s it; fuck me.”

She froze for just a second, as though she was getting used to the feeling again, her ass forming its own wetness, and that was when I knew she was enjoying it. When she ground over me because she wanted me in deeper.

With each pump of her hips, my finger dived in and rotated, letting her feel the friction from all sides.

She was bringing me closer, and her sounds told me I was doing the same for her.

“Ohhh,” she released. “You have no idea how good you feel.”

But I did.

Because I was there.

About to fucking blow.

I gripped her hip, holding her firmly.

But she didn’t stop; she didn’t slow.

She took control of me.

She glided up and down my shaft, stroking me with her tightness, pulling every sensation from my tip.

I clamped her face, holding her mouth above mine. “I’m going to come.” The tingling was in my balls, moving through me. “I need you to fucking come with me.” I arched my back, my cock giving her three quick, hard, relentless punches. And just as she started to pant, as her tone was getting higher, I ordered, “Come right fucking now.”

She did.

Screaming.

And she turned louder when I scooped up more of her wetness and began to pound into her ass, adding another finger to fill her.

To drive that fucking orgasm straight through her.

“Oh God!” She sucked in a lungful of breath. “Yes!”

Her cunt was like a suction cup, a magnet for my cum.

And streams of it were shooting out of me, draining into her.

“Sydney!”

Sparks ignited within me, and I pulled her face to mine, closing the distance between us, and I kissed her through each shudder.

Both of us quivered at the same time, tightening as the orgasms ricocheted through our bodies.

“Ford! Yes!”

I held on, the feeling so overwhelming.

So fulfilling.

“Goddamn it,” I barked. “Your fucking pussy.”

Her movements were slow, and I had a feeling her pussy was sensitive, but she continued to ride me until I was empty.

Until she stilled on top of me, our arms grasped around one another.

Until there was nothing but breath between us.

I released her face, my fingers moving to her neck, my other hand sliding out of her ass. “Fuck me.” I pressed my mouth softly against hers. “You are something else.”

I kissed her again but hard this time, taking in her breath, her scent, her taste.

And then I took a few seconds to calm myself down and caught a quick glance of the table, of the food that hadn’t been touched. “You didn’t eat.”

“I was more focused on you.”

“Then, I need to properly feed you.”

She smiled. “I feel like you just did.”





Twenty





Sydney





“I don’t wanna go home.” Everly pouted when we were twenty minutes into the return flight to LA.

She was sitting in the seat beside mine, coloring with me, while Ford was on his laptop, getting caught up on work.

I agreed with Eve.

This trip had been magical, where home was often so predictable.

Full of routine.

Sometimes, it just felt nice to escape those things, especially when there was scenery as beautiful as Colorado surrounding me.

I glanced over at Ford, smiling as I thought of the moments from this trip. The ones we’d spent with Everly and the ones alone.

He’d given me something I would never forget.

Freedom when it came to my body, acceptance when it came to my heart.

But there was something that still ate at me, even more so when we were home.

That was the lie I’d fed Ford when I went in to interview.

It felt like such a miniscule part of our journey in comparison to everything that had happened between us, yet it was big enough to filter into my mind.

To dwell on the different ways I could tell him the truth.

Like I was doing now.