One Look: A grumpy, single dad small town romance(49)

She licked and pumped me with her hand as her mouth and tongue sucked me deep.

I ran a hand across her cheek, brushing the hair away from her face so I could watch her lips stretch around my cock.

“Fuck.” My hand moved to the back of her head, gently holding her while she bobbed and moaned as she sucked me off. My entire body hummed with pleasure as I watched.

With a languid stroke of her tongue, she pulled back, and I ached to bury myself inside her again.

“Now,” she said. “Hold my hair back and watch as I take you deep.”

I could barely breathe. Lark was fully in control, despite the fact I was desperate to hammer into her.

This woman is everything. “You want me to fuck that pretty little face?”

“Yes. Please, yes.”

Her desperate whimper snapped the last cord of my control. With both hands, I cradled her head, lightly fisting her hair as she took all of me into her mouth. I tipped my hips forward but let her set the depth. Her hands gripped my bare ass as she pulled me forward. The head of my cock pushed against the soft palate at the back of her throat.

I froze.

Determined, Lark’s mouth moved up and down my length again, pulling me impossibly deep. I felt her throat close and her gag reflex kick in. My cock was aching to finish in her mouth.

She pulled back to catch her breath and sucked me deep again. I groaned and watched as saliva dripped from her stretched lips.

And I snapped.

I needed to bury my cock into that tight little pussy and unleash on her.

“Get up.” My voice was hard and demanding.

I helped Lark to her feet, and the back of her hand swiped across her chin. I brushed a strand of hair from her face. “You are so fucking beautiful it hurts to look at you.”

Her lashes swooped down, and she offered me a shy smile. I pulled my pants up so I could bend at my knees and scoop her up. I playfully tossed Lark over my shoulder and stomped toward the bedroom.

After dropping her on the bed, I peeled off her jeans and socks, letting my fingertips stroke down the smooth skin of her thighs. Her underwear was damp, and my cock surged at knowing how wet she was from being on her knees for me.

“Did you like that?” My fingertips ran across the wet spot at her front.

“It was deliciously naughty.” Lark tried to cross her legs as I teased her, but I only planted a hand on her knee, spreading her open for me. My hands moved up her rib cage, pulling her shirt up and over her round tits.

I ditched my shirt and pants before getting my hands back on her smooth skin. Every inch of her was perfect to me. “There are so many naughty things I can do to you.”

Lark wiggled out of her bra, making her tits bounce, and she grinned up at me. “Like what?”

She liked when I was vocal—told her exactly how I wanted to use her, worship her. I moved forward and pressed my hips into her as I climbed higher.

My hands massaged her chest, teasing her puffy nipple through the lace of her bra. “For one, I wouldn’t mind slipping my cock between these.”

Lark bit her lip and her eyes met mine.

She likes the idea of that.

I dropped a kiss in the hollow of her collarbone.

“But tonight I want to stretch open this pussy.” Her sharp intake of breath was a shot of adrenaline to my system. She arched and moaned as I gave her only featherlight touches. “I want to fuck you long and hard. Then I want to watch my cum drip out of that pretty little cunt.”

Her legs wound around me as her back arched and her head tipped to the ceiling. “Oh my god. You are so filthy.”

My hands had a mind of their own, memorizing every dip and curve of her body.

“I want that.”

My eyes flew to hers, and I raised an eyebrow. No condom? I fought an internal battle as every safe-sex talk, warning from coaches about women looking to get knocked up by a professional football player, and even Penny’s mom, Bethany, flashed through my mind.

But somehow, with her, I was unafraid. I wanted this, wanted her.

Lark could see my hesitation, and she added, “I’m on the pill. You can pull out if you want.”

I gripped her hips and pulled her closer to me. “I trust you.”

My fingers teased her pussy, and my balls tightened when I felt how wet she already was for me. My thumb found her clit, and she arched off the bed to meet my caress. With slow, teasing touches, I made sure she was ready for me.

Her brown hair fanned out, and her hips gently rocked, bucking up to get more from every touch. I gripped my cock, sliding it through her pussy and teasing her with the tip.

I bit back a groan. If I wasn’t careful, I’d blow my load before I even had the chance to sink balls deep inside her.

I wanted her that badly.

Finally, I placed one hand on her hip and another on my cock, guiding it into her entrance. I watched as her gorgeous pink pussy stretched to accommodate me. Her low moan was intoxicating. I needed more of her—all of her.

Lark did too. “More. Yes, more.”

A grunt vibrated in my throat. “I want to hear you beg like the greedy little thing you are.” Encouraged by her moans of approval, I slowly pumped into her, feeding every last inch until I was fully seated and sheathed deep inside. Lark gasped. I groaned and had never felt more connected to another human being.

She was everything.

Her hands moved across my chest, and I bent down to embrace her. I needed every part of her touching every part of me as I poured myself into making her feel good. With long strokes, I pumped into her, her body clamped around me. I lifted to gaze down at her perfect features, scrunched with pleasure, and I poured every touch, every unspoken word into her.