Page 98 of Summer with the Single Dad

“Inside me … please. Make me feel good.”

“Do you want to feel good?”

She nodded.

“Do you want to feel joy?”

“Mhmm.”

“Do you want to feel pleasure?”

“Mhmm.”

“I want to hear it, Justine. I want you to tell me what you want.”

Pink stained her cheeks, dulling the freckles at the same time her lids sunk to half-mast and her lips parted.

He moved his hips again, rubbing her clit with the long part of his cock.

Her lashes fluttered again. “I want pleasure … Bennett. From you. With you. I want to feel pleasure. I want you inside of me. I want …” She swallowed. “I want orgasms and joy. I want to feel good, and I don’t want to have any guilt about it.”

“That’s a good girl.” Then he lifted up a little, reached between them and notched himself at her already slick center. Her eyes flared a bit when he pushed in, so he paused.

“Don’t stop,” she whispered, grappling at his back and digging in her nails.

“Wasn’t planning on it.” He inched in further, letting her really feel the pleasure of the stretch. She was still tight as fuck and hugged his cock like a soft, velvety fist. Another sexy moan fled her lips. He paused again. Her pussy pulsed around him. He slid in another inch, then another.

Then her hips leaped off the bed and she took him inside her completely, all the way to the base.

His chuckle came out grittier than he was expecting. “Cheeky.”

“Desperate,” she breathed, wrapping her legs around his waist and locking her ankles at the small of his back.

Then he started to move. Slow at first, measured. Until he could tell she was losing her patience and wanted him to go harder and faster. The way her hips gyrated and wriggled beneath him had his balls cinching up against his taint in no time. He needed to slow down, or he was going to blow.

But his woman didn’t want to slow down. She wanted pleasure. She wanted joy. And she wanted it from him, so he was going to give her anything, and everything, she asked for.

Dipping his head low, he found a peaked nipple and sucked until it grew even harder. Then he laved it with his tongue until it softened, only to do the whole thing over again. Hardening it to a tight, red little point, then subduing it with gentle after care. She growled and gasped when he raked his teeth across the other nipple before he delivered the same attention to that one. All the while never stopping his thrusts. He was one of those rare men that was pretty good at multitasking.

Her pussy fluttered around him, and her bucking up with her hips faltered slightly. She was losing her rhythm. The rhythm they set together.

“Oh god,” she breathed.

“Fuck … yeah,” he grunted. “Not gonna last much longer, baby.”

“Me either.”

He halted for a moment and sat up on his knees, gripping her by the back of her toned thighs, pulling her closer to him.

Her eyes went wide.

“Touch your clit. Rub it. I want to see how you take care of yourself.”

“I … I’ve never.” More pink filled her already flushed cheeks, spreading down into her chest.

“You’ve never … touched yourself? You’ve never masturbated? But you’re a doctor? Aren’t doctors the ones telling us that it’s healthy and natural and good for us? It’s priests saying it’s a sin.”

She shrugged and a tinge of embarrassment crept into her eyes. “I also have an overbearing and shaming mother.”

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