Hot Single Dad(16)

“Yes. I want to feel it.”

My turn to smile. “I can guarantee you’ll feel it.”

“It’s all good, then,” she says.

I can’t believe I’m having this conversation with the Holly I’ve known for years—or rather haven’t known, not really, not this side of her.

I sit up on the bed and pull her over to sit on my lap. She feels so good there, her bare ass nestled against me, her soft, pretty, oh-so-feminine curves against my thick, swollen cock. I want to reassure her, make her feel good and ready before I fuck her, but she surprises me by turning onto her knees and positioning herself over me, running the head of my cock over her slit, forward and back, tormenting me with her desire.

Right, that’s the way it is, then. I get the message. She doesn’t want to wait. She gasps in surprise as I turn her suddenly onto her back and get between her legs, spreading them wide apart.

I look deep into her eyes as I slide the head of my cock barely into her entrance, pausing a moment to let her get used to that.

“Don’t stop. I’ll be okay,” she says. “Do it! Fuck me hard.”

I thrust in deep, and she gives a little squeal.

“You okay?” Have I hurt her? Oh shit. She’s so tight, so hot. I could be in heaven, but I don’t like the idea of hurting her.

“I’m fine. Just don’t stop.”

I begin pumping gently, fucking up into her with long, slow, careful strokes, each one deeper, harder than the last, increasing in speed as I sense she’s getting used to the sensation and starts growling out her pleasure, her need.

After a few fast strokes, she matches me thrust for thrust with her body, raising her hips to meet me, grinding along with me, her breasts bouncing with the force of our coupling.

Fuck! It takes every ounce of my will not to come, but more than anything, I want to feel her contracting around my cock when I release everything I have deep inside her.





CHAPTER 17


Holly




“Come for me,” he says, pounding into me, thrusting me against the bed. “Come hard. Let me see you.”

He grabs my hips, holding me still and rams into me over and over. So good, the brief sharp pain from earlier forgotten on a tidal wave of pleasure.

I feel my climax approach, building up and up, then everything hits me at once like a freight train. I call out, unable to contain the noise. The bliss of release jolts through me and takes him with it, his cock jerking inside me and filling me with liquid heat, a low growl from his throat.

He pulls me into his arms, and I lean against him, catching my breath, languid. I don’t want to move from his chest.

“So how was it for you, Miss Jamieson?”

“Good. You didn’t disappoint.”

“I’m pleased to hear it.”

“Was it not obvious?”

“Now you mention it, it was.” He kisses me on the nose and I run my fingers down his chest, just because I can, because I can hardly believe I’m in his bed after all these years of wanting him.

We doze for a while, content to be together, but even asleep I’m aware of him, of where I am. When I wake up, I realize I had better go to my own bed and start to ease myself from his arms.

But he wakes too from my movement.

“Do you want to stay here tonight?” he asks.

“Won’t the kids think it strange?”

“They might. I never have anyone over.”

“Maybe I should go, then?”

“I’d rather they got used to you being with me than we spend our time sneaking around. That is, if you don’t mind them knowing. I’d like you here in my bed every night. I’d like to go to sleep with you and wake up with you still here. Just say if that’s too much too soon.”

“It’s not too much too soon.” No way. It feels so right to be in his bed, to feel his arms around me. If we don’t have to hide from Jack and Katie, so much the better.

He starts to make love to me again, long, slow, unhurried sex, sliding his cock into me so I feel every inch as he plunges deep inside me.

Eventually, we fall asleep and when I wake up again, it’s morning and Katie is rattling the door handle. “Daddy!” He leaps up and puts on a robe and lets her in as I make sure I’m decently covered by the comforter.

She looks at me, not even surprised to find me there as if it were the most natural thing in the world. “Hey, Holly. Did you have a bad dream?”

Reid gets back into bed and chuckles. “The kids always come in here for a hug if they have nightmares.”

“But you always put us back to bed after that.”

“Well, Holly had an extra bad dream so she needed an extra big hug, and she doesn’t wriggle as much as you.” He pulls Katie up and tickles her and she wriggles around between us on top of the bed. “Is Jack awake?”