Page 28 of Big Bad Single Wolf Dad

I trust him, letting my hands grip the comforter instead as my hips buckle into his waiting mouth. My moans come out loud and free, just as he requested. I realize I’m getting close to the edge quickly, and if he doesn’t stop soon I’m going to cum. I sit up and push his face back.

“What’s wrong?” he asks with wide eyes.

I take a moment to catch my breath. “I want you in me,” I finally say. “I want…I want to cum with you inside me.” I haven’t felt that fullness so thoroughly in years. I simply can’t wait for it any longer.

“Oh? Well, we’d better cool you off a little then,” he says slyly. Greg stands and finishes undressing, with a little assistance from yours truly. Then he presents his hard cock to me, right at face level.

And oh, I know exactly what to do. He doesn’t fit in my mouth so easily, and there’s no way I can reach the base. That’s definitely a goal to look forward to in the future. But it’s enough to get him groaning, fingers tangling in my hair, cock twitching as my tongue laps at the tip. I make one solid attempt to take as much of him as possible. In turn, I’m gifted with a crooked smile and a finger stroking under my chin.

“You want me?” he asks. I pull my mouth off and wipe my lips with the back of my hand.

“Yes,” I state with utmost certainty. I crawl on all fours over the pillows and lay down on my back, completely ready. Greg positions himself between my thighs, one hand on his cock and the other cupping my cheek. Our mutual efforts pay off as he slides into me effortlessly, in spite of his girth.

The fullness feels so good. I groan into Greg’s mouth as our skin rubs together, his pelvis making friction against my clit as his thrusting picks up the pace. His amber eyes stare into my own, commanding me to cum. I let everything go, all of my hesitations and fears gone. My body clenches, hitches up into his embrace as wave after wave of pleasures crashes over me.

“Greg!” I say desperately, over and over. He whispers my name in turn, right before going still. We stay there, me with my arms around his neck. Greg balances on his elbows, nuzzling at my neck. The fugue of orgasm passes over and leaves me completely at ease.

I'm happy. Sated. Safe.

Greg finally falls onto his side and bundles me into his side, stroking my hair.

“Good?” he asks.

I nod into his chest. “Good.”

“Good.”

And it is. I could easily get used to this. If the universe has any luck left for me, I will.

15

GREG

I truly cannot believe my luck. In fact, I’m ready to have my home inspected for a leprechaun infestation. It’s the only explanation for how I managed to find a woman so incredible as Sarah. Or how she has two beautiful children who effortlessly get along with mine! Or how last night even happened, never mind how incredible it was.

All five kids are crammed around the dining room table, shouting jokes and talking over each other while waiting for breakfast. I haven’t heard this home so full of laughter in a long time, and it’s making my heart more full than ever.

“Do you have any cinnamon?” Sarah asks while whisking the pancake batter.

I point to the spice cabinet with my elbow. She places the bowl on the counter and opens the cabinet with a gasp.

“What’s wrong?” I ask, turning to look from my pan of frying bacon.

“Oh, nothing, it’s just…I didn’t know there were even this many spices in the world!” Sarah gestures at the very large and packed cabinet with a laugh. “Looks like it’s in alphabetical order, though?”

“Yeah, unless Noah decided to experiment in here recently. Then it’s anyone’s guess.” I love my son, but his brief foray into new interests can be both exhausting and chaotic.

“Greg, why do you have five different types of cinnamon?” Sarah lifts two of the bottles up, one labeled ceylon and the other cassia. I shrug. “Okay, well… oh, this one just says cinnamon. I’ll use that.” She shakes her head and measures out a teaspoon.

“Dad, is breakfast ready yet?” Ollie asks, padding into the kitchen in his blue footie pajamas.

Noah joins him and protests the lack of filled plates. “Seriously, Dad, what’s taking so long? I’m hungry enough to eat a whole barn.”

“Hey, we talked about this. It’s ready when it’s ready. Why don’t you help instead of whine? Go make sure our guests have enough milk and orange juice to drink.” I look at my son with a sternness reserved for when he’s being a brat.

Noah rolls his green eyes. I can already see the alpha tendencies growing in him. They need to be fostered very carefully without stifling his instincts. No one likes a complete asshole, after all.

“We’re nearly done,” Sarah says cheerfully. “And thank you both for taking such good care of my kids while we cook!”

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