The Single Dad (The Dalton Family #3)(98)

She rocked.

Back and forth.

And each time, my tongue swiped her.

“Faster,” I barked.

Even though I couldn’t get enough of her taste.

Even though I could have her in this position all day.

I wanted her to come.

“Oh, yes!”

She was close.

Her body was giving me every sign—her clit hardening, her pussy tightening around my fingers.

And she was fucking dripping.

But she needed just a little more.

A final push that would make her shudder.

So, I increased my speed. I thrust my fingers in and out of her, and I waited until her breaths ended in moans before I barked, “Come on my fucking face.” I connected eyes with her. “Right now.”

Within a few more licks, she was shuddering. “Ford!” She inhaled a deep breath, gasping, “Oh my God!”

I sucked on her clit, flicking the end with the tip of my tongue, watching the beat of the orgasm burst through her.

“Yesss,” she cried.

Nothing was hotter or more satisfying than owning Sydney’s movements.

Then watching the pleasure spread across her.

Then having her turn so sensitive that even my tongue was too much.

She lifted her pussy off my mouth, so I could no longer reach her, and she backed up.

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.

As hard as her lips had drawn me in, this was the same.

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.