Page 72 of Rescued by the Single Dad

He didn’t put up a fight and carefully cupped the back of her head as she licked the underside of his shaft from root to tip.

Swirling her tongue around the crown, she stroked him a few times, loving how hard, yet also soft, he was in her palm. With her free hand, she reached lower and carefully cupped his testicles. They were hairless and soft. She massaged them at the same time as she pushed his cock to the back of her throat, taking as much of him as she could into her mouth.

“Fuck,” he murmured above her, the hold he had on her head tightening just a little. He wasn’t being aggressive, but he gave her head the slightest of pushes to see if she could take him deeper.

She liked that.

She didn’t have a strong gag-reflex, so she widened her throat a little more and took him another half inch.

“Christ,” rumbled out of his chest, and she smiled around his length.

She repeated this again, taking him out to the tip, stroking him, massaging his balls, then deep throating him once more.

He did the subtle head push again and tipped his hips forward. None of it was aggressive. Just assertive and letting her know he liked it. That he was into it. That what she did, she did for him.

She knew he would never push her any further than she was comfortable, but that anytime she was ready to explore or try something new that he would be ready to jump in with both feet.

The fact that he liked to watch her while he ate her out told her so much about him. That he had a kinky side. That he was reigning in his wilder instincts for her, but that when she was ready, things could get crazy.

She took a page out of his playbook and glanced up at him just as she bottomed out and took him to the back of her throat.

He stared down at her with eyes of blue fire.

Feral possession glimmered back at her. A wildness that excited her and made her pussy wake up from its catnap and demand to join the party again.

She was ready to let him finish in her mouth, but Clint had other ideas and just when his cadence of thrusting forward grew erratic, he pulled out and released her hair.

The growl that rumbled in his hard chest gave her a fascinating little shiver as he cupped her jaw, leaned down and kissed her.

His mouth tasted faintly of her release, but she didn’t mind.

Water trickled between their lips, and with her eyes still closed, she reached down and gripped his cock, sliding her hand slowly along the silky, hard shaft.

Another grunt, and he broke their kiss and shook his head. “Not here. Let’s get clean, then I’ll take you to bed.”

He reached for a small loofah and squirted some of his delicious, woodsy scented body wash onto it.

Her eyes fluttered closed of their own volition when he started to scrub her back and arms.

Nobody had ever taken such care of her like this before. Nobody had ever been so gentle or loving.

Certainly no boyfriend.

This was the kind of care and devotion you only saw in the movies or read about in romance novels. They didn’t really make men like this in real life, right?

Maybe this was a dream?

Maybe she’d hit her head on a rock in the ocean or drowned in the Puget Sound and was actually in heaven.

This heaven wasn’t so bad. A sexy brewmaster with a long, skilled tongue was now lovingly scrubbing her back. She could think of less captivating ways to spend eternity.

In addition to the rainfall shower in the ceiling, there was a wand nozzle on a metal stretchy hose. He used that to rinse her, then, turning the nozzle onto a special “massage” mode, he handed it to her and pointed the water directly between her legs.

Her eyes widened in surprise just as his smile turned wily. “See what happens,” he said with a shrug as he lathered up the loofa again and washed his own body.

Maybe it was the shower nozzle on her clit, maybe it was Clint. Long, powerful legs dusted with soft hair. Tight muscles beneath taunt, tanned skin. Abs and muscles all soapy and glowing from the water, or maybe this was just how heaven worked, but she came again in about three minutes.

And not to be left out of the party, Clint sank back to his knees and pushed two fingers into her pussy once more as she held the nozzle on her clit and spirals of light and magic crackled and floated out of her core.

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