Page 81 of Hello Single Dad

Before I could disagree, his fingers were toying with the hem of my dress, lifting it, pulling until I stood before him in a skimpy bra and thong.

But he didn’t shy away at the cellulite on my thighs or the expanse of my stomach that hung lower than I’d like.

No, he looked at me in awe. “You are the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen.” His words, the rawness behind them, made tears prick my eyes, because I could tell how much he meant them.

And because it made me feel beautiful. Accepted in a way no one else had ever accepted me before.

He took me in a kiss, his hands exploring the bare skin of my back, cupping my breasts through the lace, rubbing at the sensitive part of my sex and soaking my panties through.

I wanted to feel him closer, not the fabric of his shirt, and I worked the buttons loose, kissing him all the while. When the shirt was finally free, he ripped it away from his arms, and now we were closer than before.

The smooth, rippled skin of his stomach, the crisp feel of his chest hair, and the firmness of his erection pressed against me, hard and soft meeting in the sexiest of ways.

“You turn me on, Cohen Bardot.” I reached for his pants, unbuttoning them and releasing his erection. I tugged against his underwear, a dark spot already forming.

I had to see him. Had to feel him.

I reached for his dick, pulling back at his waistband, but he gripped my wrists, taking my arms over my head and walking me backwards before flattening me on the bed.

My lips parted to argue, but he captured my mouth with his own, kissing me breathless, then moving down to bite back the sheer fabric of my bra and take my nipples in his mouth, one at a time, licking and nipping and tugging until need rose within me so strong I was ready to beg if I had to.

Holding my wrists above my head with one hand of his own, he reached down and tugged the fabric of my panties aside, running his fingers along my crease, looping a slow circle around my clit and sliding a long middle finger into my sex.

He pulled it out, glistening wet, and slipped it into his mouth, sucking my wetness off of him, and moaned. “God, you taste good, Birdie.”

I moaned in return underneath him. “Cohen, please.”

“Once we do this,” he said, his eyes searching mine, “there’s no going back.”

But I didn’t want to go back. Not now and not ever. I moaned, writhing underneath his straddle on me. “Cohen, please. I want you.”

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Her words were music to my ears and fucking magic to my cock. I smirked at her. “That’s better. Now take off your bra.”

I let go of her hands, and she pushed herself up to reach for her bra, but stopped. “You first.”

My smirk grew into a grin. “Excuse me?”

“You first,” she repeated, glancing at my dick where it pressed against my underwear. “I want to see it.”

My girl was a fucking goddess. I pushed myself off the bed, taking my jeans off the rest of the way first, and turned to the side, showing my cock tented against my underwear. “You do this to me, Birdie.”

She wet her lips, moving toward me. Close enough now, she reached for my underwear and pulled, freeing my cock, and god, was it begging to be freed. Her eyes stayed on my veiny length for a long moment, and I saw her throat move with her swallow.

It was so fucking hot.

She put her hands on my hips and brought her lips to the pink tip, kissing it, and slowly bringing me into her mouth. Velvety smooth, wet, and tight.

I groaned, fisting my hand in her hair, careful not to pull her deeper than she wanted to go.

Her tongue flicked my tip, and I doubled over with a grunt, trying to control myself. “You are so hot, Birdie.”

She rewarded me by taking me deeper, letting my shaft fill her mouth, my tip press against the back of her throat. I dropped my head back, gazing toward the ceiling but seeing stars instead. If she kept this up, I’d come before I ever had a chance to feel her hole.

I pulled my hips away, taking my dick away from her mouth, and pushed her down onto my bed, covering her body with hot kisses. Birdie was insecure about her body, trying to cover up her stomach, the folds of flesh at her hips, but I wanted it all. She was pillowy soft and buttery smooth, and her body was everything I needed and wanted.

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