Page 5 of Soren the Single Dad
“The better to fuck you with,” I tease, pinching a nipple between my thumb and forefinger.
Diana laughs breathlessly. Her fingers dig into my shoulders as she pulls me closer. “Then fuck me already, mountain man.”
Growling, I shift us forward until she's flat on her back on the hardwood floor. The rug offers an inch-thick barrier, but notenough to provide real comfort. My arms slip under her knees, hefting her curvy body higher and changing the angle of where I'm hitting inside of her clenching channel.
“Oh… Oh…Soren!” She yelps, her head tilting back, exposing her neck to the firelight and drawing my attention to the heavy pulse. Bending my head, I suck on the sign of life, determined to leave my mark on her.
My heavy thrusts send her sliding across the floor until her hands reach up and brace against the stone lip of the hearth.
“Don't stop…” she begs.
“Don't worry, firecracker. You're gonna come for me once and then again, and then maybe I'll stuff this pussy full of my seed.”
“Yes, please…” she pants.
Long, hard drives of my hips follow. It could be minutes or hours that we fuck in front of that fireplace. All I know is that Diana's pussy is the sweetest thing I've ever felt, and despite the tingling at the base of my spine—the need to fill her full of my cock and seed a primal obsession—I can’t come yet.
I don’t want to.
I can’t.
I hold out until her body seizes up for the third time, her orgasm vibrating through her limbs, her voice hoarse from all of her screaming. Then I let go, sweat and calm binding us together as I collapse on top of her.
Fuck, that was intense.
And we've got the rest of the night to top it.
***
“Dad, something's wrong with Whiskers.”
I finish rinsing off my plate in the sink, then turn to Sara Beth, who's holding her white bunny close to her chest. “What do you mean?”
“He limps when he hops,” she explains before setting him down and letting me witness the evidence for myself. His frontpaw twitches, and he begins limping before Sara Beth quickly scoops him up and feeds him a treat.
“Poor baby….” she coos to her fluffy charge. “He's hurt. We gotta take him to the vet.”
Sighing, I check the time on my phone. We've got twenty minutes before Sara Beth needs to be in class, and there's no way Dr. Winston will be able to fit us in for an emergency appointment that soon. “Alright, I'll call the doctor and set up something for this afternoon. Go put him in his cage, then grab your backpack. We've got to jet.”
Sara Beth looks like she's about to argue, but we don't compromise when it comes to school. There doesn't seem to be any other issue with Whiskers. He ate the treat just fine, so I'm guessing he'll be okay for a couple more hours before we can make it into the vet's office.
Once Sara Beth leaves the kitchen, I dial the veterinarian's number, and his secretary, Linda, picks up.
“Hey, Linda, this is Soren Caldwell. We have a limping bunny situation here, and I was hoping you could squeeze me into Dr. Winston's schedule today. After school, preferably.” I know my daughter will want to be present when her prized bunny is examined.
“Oh, no, something's wrong with Whiskers?” The older woman loves all of her charges—dogs, cats, and bunnies included.
“Guess so. He started limping this morning. Looks to be his left front paw.”
“We have an opening for 3:45. Is that okay?” Linda asks.
“Yep, that’s fine.”
“The new vet tech has been a lifesaver for us, allowing Dr. Winston to see more patients.”
“Oh, that's nice,” I say absentmindedly. The inner workings of the vet office don't matter much to me, but Linda is a talker,and if Dr. Winston hiring more help means my daughter's bunny gets seen sooner, all the better.
“I'm glad we were able to make something work.”
