Page 99 of Summer with the Single Dad

“Christ.”

“B-but I will try. For you.”

Well, if that wasn’t a twenty-first century declaration of devotion if he’d ever heard one.

Biting her plump bottom lip with her top teeth, she brought her slender fingers down between her legs to her swollen clit. “Like this?”

“However it feels best for you.”

“I … I like it when you lick circles around it. So …” She rubbed circles on her clit with two fingers.

“Fuck … that’s so hot.”

“Don’t stop moving … please. I’m close.”

“Fuck,” he breathed again, picking up the pace and digging his fingers a little harder into the backs of her thighs. His orgasm knocked impatiently on the door. It wanted to be let free. To run wild through his body, so he could fill Justine up with everything he had.

“Oh god,” she mewled, closing her eyes and biting down harder on her lip until little white blotches formed beneath her teeth. “So good.”

“So fucking good.”

“I’m … I’m going to come.”

“That’s right, baby. You fucking come all over my cock. I’m going to fill you up too.”

Her eyes flashed open and locked on his at the same time she broke around him. Her pussy throbbed and her hamstrings stiffened. Every muscle in her body contracted, even her belly, which showed off her well-defined abs. The cords in her neck strained and her eyes slammed shut. “Oh god.”

Her chest rose and fell rapidly with each fresh wave of pleasure.

He couldn’t hang on any longer. The sight of her, the feel of her, watching her fingers between her legs, not to mention the fact that already she was seeking pleasure and prepared to not feel guilty about it. It was all too much.

Or at least he thought it was, until she opened her eyes, still caught up in the throes of her own release, locked her gaze on his and said, “Come.”

Fucking. Hell.

It was like a freaking dam broke in his balls.

He lost every ounce of composure, his eyelids squeezed shut and his body went ramrod straight as his cock pulsed inside her slick, tight heat, filling her up just like he promised.

He prided himself on being a gentleman. On making sure the woman always orgasmed first. And she did. But the things that paraded through his mind, and the words that came out of his mouth—not to mention the animal sounds—were not gentlemanly at all.

He must have said, “Fuck,” at least five times Then there was something about how tight her little slit was for him and how he couldn’t wait to see his cum drip out of it.

He’d never said this shit before. Sure, he’d thought it, but he kept it in his brain.

Not now. Not tonight while Justine had her fingers on her clit and told him to come.

All sense of chivalry was booted out the door, leaving room for nothing but the animal in rut that lurked inside him.

She was still working her little button with those two fingers and before he was even done with his own orgasm, another one rolled through her and she was crying out again.

Fuck. Yes.

He finished his own climax in time to watch her finish her second. It was fucking beautiful.

The way her complexion flushed, her muscles tightened, and her lips parted was nothing short of goddamn perfection.

After a few more moments passed, she relaxed her muscles and sleepily blinked open her eyes. A small, demure smile tipped up her mouth slightly more on the left.

---