The Single Dad: Girl’s Sexual Awakening

“I …” Her voice trailed off as she tried to catch her breath. “Every time is unlike the others. It’s never”-she shook her head-“felt like that before.”

I kissed the inside of her thigh. “Do you want it again?”

I could spend all day with my face between her legs.

We were in no rush.

This room was ours until we left.

“Yes.” She pulled at my hair, trying to lift me from the water. “But, no, I want you.” She wrapped her legs around me. “Please, Ford. I need you.”

And, damn it, I needed her.

I moved her to the very edge of the outer lip of the tub, and I stood from the steamy water, my dick so fucking hard that it was reaching for her.

My palm went around my shaft, pumping, readying myself.

I lifted her legs to my waist, feeling them lock behind me, holding the outside of her thighs while I teased her with my crown.

“Yes,” she hissed. “Give it to me.”

She was soaked.

Dripping over my tip.

And when I was only an inch in, she was already squeezing me.

“Sydney …” I moaned, my head falling back, my mouth opening as I plunged into her. “Hell fucking yes.”

I knew the feeling.

It greeted me every time.

But she had described it dead on-each time was different.

A tightness that instantly milked my cock.

A wetness that was sopping.

A heat that shocked the hell out of me, that I was never quite ready for.

“You feel so fucking good.”

I buried my dick until my balls were slapping against her. Now that I was all the way in, I stilled, taking in the sensations, pressing our foreheads together so I could breathe in her air.

“Sydney …” I kissed her, sucking the end of her tongue. “You make me fucking wild for you.”

Her arms crossed behind my neck. “That’s just how I want you.”

She barely had the last word out before I reared my hips and dived back in-a movement that caused her to scream.

A sound I loved.

A sound I wanted to duplicate over and over.

“Fuck yes,” I roared, sliding in, holding her ass.

Teasing that back hole.

A place I’d never entered.

Since there was no better lube than a woman’s wetness, I added a finger into her pussy, soaking it while I also fucked her with my cock. Once my skin was slick enough, I pulled my hand away and moved it around to the back.

I started with just the tip of my finger, going in as far as my nail.

“Ah!” she released, and she leaned forward and took my lip into her mouth.

Her teeth came next.

Biting.

She began grinding as I went in deeper.

“Ford!” she shouted.

I waited to see if she was going to tell me to stop.

But she didn’t.

That was her way of asking for more.

More was what I gave her.

My movements began to match. As I thrust into her pussy, my finger did the same to her ass.

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And Sydney couldn’t stop moaning.

Especially as she bounced over me each time I sank into her, riding me as I was fucking her.

“Damn it,” I breathed. “You’re making me want to come.”

“That’s what I want.” Her hand was suddenly on my balls, playing with them, circling them over her palm. “I want you to make me feel it.”

That was a demand I couldn’t refuse.

“You’re coming with me,” I growled. My hand left her ass, and I lifted her off the edge and brought her into the water, setting her on top of me as I sat on the bench inside. “Ride me.” I gripped her cheeks, holding her face close. “Ride me like you want me to fucking come.”

With her arms now around me, her knees bent at my sides, she lowered to my base and rose to my tip.

Taking it.

Working it.

Squeezing it.

She twisted her hips, dancing over my cock, the water making the temperature inside her pussy even hotter.

“Sydney …” I reached behind her, finding that forbidden entrance once again and giving her my entire finger. “That’s it; fuck me.”

She froze for just a second, as though she was getting used to the feeling again, her ass forming its own wetness, and that was when I knew she was enjoying it. When she ground over me because she wanted me in deeper.

With each pump of her hips, my finger dived in and rotated, letting her feel the friction from all sides.

She was bringing me closer, and her sounds told me I was doing the same for her.

“Ohhh,” she released. “You have no idea how good you feel.”

But I did.

Because I was there.

About to fucking blow.

I gripped her hip, holding her firmly.

But she didn’t stop; she didn’t slow.

She took control of me.

She glided up and down my shaft, stroking me with her tightness, pulling every sensation from my tip.

I clamped her face, holding her mouth above mine. “I’m going to come.” The tingling was in my balls, moving through me. “I need you to fucking come with me.” I arched my back, my cock giving her three quick, hard, relentless punches. And just as she started to pant, as her tone was getting higher, I ordered, “Come right fucking now.”

She did.

Screaming.

And she turned louder when I scooped up more of her wetness and began to pound into her ass, adding another finger to fill her.

To drive that fucking orgasm straight through her.

“Oh God!” She sucked in a lungful of breath. “Yes!”

Her cunt was like a suction cup, a magnet for my cum.

And streams of it were shooting out of me, draining into her.

“Sydney!”

Sparks ignited within me, and I pulled her face to mine, closing the distance between us, and I kissed her through each shudder.

Both of us quivered at the same time, tightening as the orgasms ricocheted through our bodies.

“Ford! Yes!”

I held on, the feeling so overwhelming.

So fulfilling.