The Single Dad: Girl’s Sexual Awakening

“My daughter would agree, and thank God, we’re nowhere close to high school yet.”

“See? So, you get it.” She went quiet for a moment. “We’ve been through everything together, and now, we’re roommates. It feels very full circle.” As I pulled up to the curb, the car coming to a stop, she glanced out the passenger window. “We’re here.”

I waited for her to look at me again before I nodded.

“Have you changed your mind about coming up?”

I lifted her hand off her lap and moved it over to mine, resting her fingers on top of my hard-on. “This is what you do to me. All through dinner. The entire ride here.” My gaze lowered to her mouth. “I can’t stop thinking about you. So, fuck no, I haven’t changed my mind.”

“This is what you do to me.” With our hands still linked, she brought my palm to her face and pressed it flat against her cheek.

Her skin was scorching.

Some women would have slipped me up their dress.

Some would have rubbed their nipples.

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Her innocence was one of the things I liked most about her.

I pulled my fingers away and reached past her body, opening her door. “After you.”

She climbed out, and I turned off the engine, locking the car behind me as I joined her on the sidewalk. My hand instantly went to her lower back, and I followed her through the front entrance and into the elevator. While we rose to her floor, I couldn’t stop myself.

I needed a taste even if it was going to be a quick one.

I backed her up against the wall and surrounded her face with my grip, my lips pressing to hers. My tongue parted her mouth, moving in with urgency, and I didn’t pull away until I heard the chime of the elevator, signaling we had arrived at her floor.

Her cheeks were flushed, her breath coming out in pants.

“God, Sydney, you’re so fucking sweet.”

As my words resonated, more redness moved across her flesh, adding to the crimson that had already been there.

But what was new was her smile.

“Come on,” she whispered.

The moment her door was unlocked, I grabbed her waist and turned her toward me. It had only been seconds since I’d kissed her, and already, I missed the warmth of her mouth.

Fuck.

“What is it about you that I can’t get enough of?” My thumb was back, grazing across those lips. Right, left. Again. “Why do you keep finding your way into my mind?”

I didn’t wait for her to respond.

I slammed our mouths together instead, resuming what had started in the elevator. She had far too many layers on, and I began to strip them off. Her jacket was the first thing that hit the floor before I lowered the straps of her dress, peeling the tight material down her body.

“Ford,” she moaned.

I moved to her neck.

Licking.

Biting.

Taking in that flavor that I’d been thinking about non-fucking-stop.

Once the dress was in a place where it would fall, I unhooked her bra and lowered her panties down her thighs until she was wearing nothing but heels.

“Remember, no bed,” she reminded me.

I held her hips, taking in her gorgeous body, my stare on her tits and that fucking pussy that I knew would be soaked the second I touched it. When our eyes finally connected, I replied, “There are plenty of surfaces in here. I see no need for a bed.”

And now that I had her in my arms, my lips back on her skin, I wanted to try out each spot to see how I made her feel. To test how far I could bend her body. To please her in even more ways than I already had.

I lifted her legs around me, kissing her as I held her against the wall.

Her thighs tightened on my waist. Her arms circled my neck.

The bareness of her pussy rubbed against the hardness of my cock.

Goading me.

Each shift told me how much she wanted me, and so did her exhales that ended in more moans.

With her hips rocking against me, I growled, “Do you want this?”

“Yesss.”

“Show me.”

The moment I finished speaking, she began taking off my clothes, rushing to get to my skin. She shed my shirt and pants-the only items she could reach with the way I was holding her.

I kicked off my shoes, letting everything but my boxer briefs drop, and I brought her to the back of the couch, setting her on top of the cushion.

“Don’t move,” I warned.

I picked up my pants from the floor, grabbing a condom from inside my wallet.

As I returned to her, ripping the top of the foil off and rolling it over my dick, I heard, “And you say I’m the gorgeous one?”

I glanced up, meeting her eyes.

“You’re perfect.” She shook her head, her stare rising from my cock, to my abs, and slowly up my chest. “Beyond anything I’ve ever seen.”

I spread her legs around me. “It’s yours. All of it.”

I didn’t immediately enter.

I rubbed her clit, getting her ready.

Her head fell back. “Oh God.” Her feet pressed against my ass, urging me inside her. “Please, Ford.”

The sound of her begging was fucking music to my ears.

But I didn’t give in. I rubbed her clit back and forth, the wetness coating my finger.

“How badly do you want me, Sydney?”

I went lower, teasing the warmth of her pussy, the wetness even thicker down there. I gave her just the tip of my finger, inserting it into that tight, dripping cunt.

Fuuuck.

I went as far as my knuckle, and that was when I turned my wrist, giving her pressure from both angles, my thumb on her clit, so she could feel the combination.

“How badly?” I repeated.