Page 40 of The Single Dad Dilemma

“You’ve never ridden a face?” I ask, shocked.

Darcy bites her bottom lip, nodding bashfully.

“Good.”

“Why is that good?” she asks.

“Because now it will remind you of me,” I say. “Plus, I’d be too jealous.”

“Jealous?” She laughs. “You don’t strike me as the type.”

I shrug. “What can I say? I don’t like sharing.”

She giggles again and it’s so infectious, I laugh a little too.

I lean down and kiss her forehead. She looks up at me. Her eyes are liquid pools of lust and content. She looks sated and there’s a sense of pride associated with being responsible for that.

We lie there for several silent minutes and soak it in, this feeling of contentment. Darcy rolls up on her elbows, a playful look in her eyes.

“Now we have to do something for you,” she says. “I can’t be the only one who comes.”

Her hand travels down over my chest and stomach, then over the bulge beneath my underwear.

I groan. “Honey,” I say, sucking in a breath. “I didn’t bring condoms. I wasn’t exactly planning on this.”

She narrows her eyes at me, mischief woven into her expression. Her hand is still rubbing against my shaft. My body arches toward her.

“Well, you used your mouth,” she says, moving her hand to hook into the elastic band. “So I can use mine.”

Darcy lifts to her knees, moving to between my legs. She helps me tug my underwear down and off, then discards them to the floor.

“Wow,” she says, looking down at me. Her eyes are wide with surprise.

“What?” I ask nervously. I look down at myself, suddenly worried I’ve forgotten about some hideous growth.

“It’s so”—she gulps—“large.”

I blink. Oh my god. I cover my eyes with my hand, unable to stop the smile that crosses my lips.

“Stop it,” I say.

“No, seriously. You’re not even fully erect. Where am I supposed to put this?”

I wish I could say I was legitimately embarrassed, but I feel nothing but pride. I feel eight feet tall and bulletproof in this moment.

My hand moves down to my shaft, and I pump it a few times as I make eye contact with her. She licks her lips, despite the teasing.

“Make sure Lyric does my makeup well when she preps my body,” she says.

“What?” I laugh.

“You know, because I’ll die when you dick me down.”

I’m unable to control the laughter now. I’ve never had this kind of fun during any sexual act. After a moment, things settle back down and she pins me with a heated expression. Her hand replaces mine on my shaft as she lowers herself between my legs, getting into the exact right position to take me into her mouth.

She looks up at me as she flattens her tongue against the sensitive spot at the head, slowly licking in an upward direction.

“Oh, fuck.” I throw my head back and close my eyes, concentrating on the pleasure, every point of connection where her body and mouth meet mine.

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