Page 50 of Rescued by the Single Dad

It was a new side to Brooke. And he liked it.

So far, she’d been so reserved and quiet. Almost timid.

But knowing she had this sexy lioness buried deep inside her just turned him on even more. Just added to another one of her layers. It was another piece of the Brooke puzzle, and he was finally getting an idea of who she was.

In control.

All the time.

And the moment she didn’t feel that control anymore, she closed off the world. She retreated and put up all her shields.

But now that she knew she could trust Clint, and that her brother was on his way to help, she was letting down her force field. She was showing Clint who she really was. And he really liked the real her. The uninhibited Brooke.

Her tits bounced between them, and her nipples would scrape his chest when she rocked forward. “Oh God,” she mewled, breaking the kiss and rocking forward against him even more. “Clint ...”

His lower belly tingled with heat and the growing need to come.

His balls tightened up against his taint, and he pushed his feet harder into the floor.

He was left with minimal mobility in this position, but Brooke didn’t care. She just kept riding him. Just kept lifting and dropping. Rocking forward and taking charge.

He moved one hand from her ass cheek to her breast and cupped it, working his finger and thumb over the nipple and tugging just hard enough to earn him that sharp inhale from the woman on top of him.

She tilted her head up to the rafters so her long blonde hair tickled the tops of his thighs, then she paused, squeezed his cock like a vice, and exploded around him.

He made sure to keep his eyes open and watch her as she came undone. As she let every bit of stress, worry and confusion leave her body with each sexy tremble.

“Oh God ...” she cried, her mouth parting as a strangled cry in the back of her throat emerged as no more than a forced, sharped breath.

He smiled and continued to just watch, staving off his own release, even though it pained his balls to do so. But she was exquisite.

An artistic masterpiece.

Her nipples were so peaked and red, it was all he could do not to take one back in his mouth and suck on it. But he also wanted to watch her.

When her climax finally started to recede and she released his cock a little from her vice-like grip, she dropped her chin and looked down at him with glazed eyes full of confusion. “Are you ... did you come? Are you going to come?”

Chuckling at how cute she was with her pink cheeks, puffy lips and sexy bedroom eyes, he nodded. “Just wanted to watch you first. Think you could come again?”

Her eyes widened, and she nodded before she began to bob up and down on his lap again. An impish mewl broke free of her throat. “God, you feel so good ...”

“So do you.” He ran his hands from her ass to her hips, running his thumbs along her ribcage. Cupping her breasts, he glanced up at her only to be thrown over that sharp edge when she smiled at him.

He went stiff, shut his eyes and let the ecstasy consume him as his cock pulsed inside the decadent wet heat of Brooke.

The blood whooshing in his ears drowned out all other noise, but after a few heartbeats, it was interrupted by the beautiful sound of Brooke finding yet another release. She squeezed him as she came. As he came. Dropping down even more so she took all of him to the hilt. Her pussy throbbed around him, held on tight and for a brief blip in time, he thought his soul left him.

Everything felt right.

Everything felt perfect.

And if he could just hold on to this moment for eternity, it would all be okay.

But as he reached out to grasp it, to hold on, it started to slip away. Reality came crashing back around him as the pleasure ebbed like the outgoing tide.

He lifted his gaze to focus on Brooke. She had her eyes pinned shut and her mouth open again as she softly rocked against him, riding out the last tremors of her orgasm.

He just took it all in.

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