Page 51 of Big Bad Single Wolf Dad

I want to feel even more of it, so my hands fly down to the fastenings on my shorts. Greg covers my hands with his as he hovers over my hips.

“Allow me,” he says. I readily do, and he uses a combination of his fingers and teeth to undo the button and pull down the zipper. It’s impressive if not a little over the top. He pulls my shorts and panties down together and discards them on the floor.

I sit up slightly to get a look at his face. He’s eyeing my exposed body like a perfectly cooked steak dinner.

“Hungry?” I ask.

“Always.” Greg dives forward, his warm mouth covering me. His tongue is slow and methodical in the way he circles and slides across my clit. I could honestly lay here and let him go for hours. But he pulls back for a moment, plants a kiss on my thigh, and growls. “Louder.”

I gasp and moan, crying out his name as he works me faster, harder. My hips are bucking, pushing me deeper into the mouth of the wolf with full abandon. Greg grips my thighs and pushes back. I’m so close, and I tell him as much.

Only then does he carefully slide one finger into me, causing more sweet friction and driving my body over the edge. I scream as Greg continues licking me and the orgasm keeps crashing into me.

It’s so much. It’s too much. I place my hands on the top of his head and force him away, just slightly, so I can catch my breath. Greg takes the hint and sits back on his heels. He casually wipes his mouth and smirks at me, looking ever so confident and pleased with himself.

“Do you want more?” he asks.

I take a few more shallow, rasping breaths and shake my head. “I want you now,” I say firmly.

“Are you sure?” he asks. “Because for what I have in mind tonight, I need you to be soaking wet.”

A flurry of possibilities flood my mind, and if I wasn’t already dripping from Greg’s focused labors, I certainly would be now.

I sit up and remove my tank top. Greg jumps onto the bed, hands quick to finish the job as he unclasps my bra. He tosses the rest of my clothing onto the pile and pauses for a moment to stroke my blonde hair gently.

Next, Greg maneuvers me so he's kneeling on the mattress, me sitting in his lap. He takes my left breast into his mouth, sucking and flicking the nipple while his left-hand massages the other. His right-hand grips my ass, keeping me pulled close to him.

“It’s not fair,” I groan.

“What’s not?” he asks before moving his mouth to the other breast. I shiver at the cool air against my hard, wet nipple.

“You still have your clothes on,” I say. “I wanna feel you.”

I can feel Greg’s smile against my flesh. “Better get to it then.” I take the statement as direction and start to unbutton his shirt. He’s not letting me go, though, so the best I can achieve is unbuckling his belt. I whine, wanting to feel his warmth so close to mine. Greg chuckles. “So needy.”

He lets me fall back onto the mattress and removes his dress and undershirts, revealing those incredible muscles I can’t help but stare at. His belt slides through the loops in one quick movement, making a small snapping sound that causes my blood to rush.

Maybe another time. For now, the belt joins the growing clothing pile along with his pants and boxers. The only thing that pulls my gaze away from those incredibly ripped abs is his erection. “I want you inside me,” I urge.

“Come here, then,” he demands. Greg stands at the edge of the bed and motions for me, crooking his finger playfully.

I crawl towards him and carefully stand on my legs which are still trembling from that orgasm. He puts his hands on my shoulders and kisses me again. This time more gently, less rushed, and desperate. But that hunger is still there, evident in the way he nips at my bottom lip and grips the back of my head.

“Ready?” he asks. I have no idea what he has in mind, but I’m excited about it anyway.

“Yes.” I nod enthusiastically. In one easy swoop, Greg bends down, slides his arms under my thighs, and pulls me up. My arms fly to his shoulders for balance, but I can tell he’s holding my weight easily.

Greg makes sure my knees are comfortably hooked over his arms. Then, he sets me down ever so slightly. His cock slides into me with ease, filling me up completely.

I let out that loud and deep moan he’s been begging for. Seemingly satisfied with it, he cuts me off with his mouth. We stay like this for what feels like hours, our mouths crushed together, tongues sliding through the other’s mouths while Greg bobs me up and down on his cock. He switches between slowly and rhythmically guiding my body with his arms, to quickly and frantically fucking me in place. He uses his hips to fill me, over and over.

“Touch yourself,” he commands. I do as I’m told, holding onto him with my left hand while my right gives attention to my aching clit. The sensation is overwhelming. I hold Greg close, demanding more, harder, faster, now, please!

I cum hard and deep. Greg swallows my screams, claiming my mouth with his. And soon, I hear his own grunts of pleasure. Warm, sweet wetness spills over my stomach and down my thighs. He rests his forehead against mine, each of us catching our breath for a moment. Then, he walks me back to the bed and gently sets me down before joining me.

We lie like that, quietly relishing the afterglow and relaxation of being completely physically spent.

“I’ve never been fucked like that before,” I finally say.

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