Single Daddy To Go: A Holiday Single Dad Romance

by Adams, S. C.

  “See?” she exclaims, slowly easing the silk down. “See how wet I am?”

  It’s true. There’s a line of pussy juice connecting her lips to the silk, and oh shit, but I watch mesmerized as the line grows thinner and longer as she pulls the fabric down lower. My dick is about to explode, and I can’t resist. Undoing my zip without tearing my eyes from the delectable form in front of me, I meet her gaze while yanking my massive shaft out.

  Her eyes widen as a gasp escapes her lips. “Oh my god!”

  “Oh my god is right,” I smirk. “You’re taking ten inches tonight, did I mention?”

  My cock jerks again as she trembles. But this girl is ready for it because if I’m not mistaken, her cunt just spurted a little at the sight of my huge tool. Oh yeah. Ally wants this buried tight between her legs as she screams, riding this huge fuck pole to heaven.

  “Oh Mr. Lockhart,” she moans, still bent over while showing me her twat. “Oh god, Mr. Lockhart.”

  “Don’t oh god me,” I growl. “Now pull those panties to the side like I told you. I want to see everything, and that includes you holding yourself open.”

  This time, Ally knows I’m not joking. Bending further down with her legs wide, she takes a deep breath. Her tits hang down, squashed against her knees and my cock twitches again. Fuck, I want to titty fuck her so bad.

  But first things first. Ally slowly eases her fingers up her thighs once more, and this time she loops her hand into the crotch of her panties before drawing the soft silk to one side and hooking it over one giant buttock. Oh fuck, she’s so beautiful. Her snatch glistens and beckons to me in the low light of the moon, the folds so wet and swollen, her hole practically begging for it.

  “Is this what you want?” she whispers, her head between her legs. “Is this what you wanted to see?”

  I growl, fisting my massive shaft. It’s wet and slick from pre-cum, and I work the liquid into my skin.

  “Yeah, but even more,” is my dark command. “Reach back and pull yourself open, baby girl. I want to see everything.”

  Ally wobbles a little at the dirtiness of the command, but then finds her footing again. With two small palms, she reaches in back of herself and with one hand on each giant asscheek, pulls them open wide to show herself to me.

  “Like this?” she mewls. “Is this what you want, Mr. Lockhart?”

  Oh fuck. This is exactly what I want, and more, because she’s so fucking beautiful that it takes every iota of self-control not to jump her right then. Her big butt cheeks have lifted, showing me the pink lips between her legs, swollen and plump. They’re sopping wet, with a line of goo running down from her hole to dangle right at her clit. But it’s her clit that has me entranced because she’s got a huge one, so big and hard that it visibly pulses before my gaze, begging for a lick and a kiss.

  “Oh sweetheart,” I rumble, unable to tear my eyes away. “You’re so turned on. You like this don’t you?”

  She looks at me coyly from over one narrow shoulder.

  “I do like it,” she confesses in a whisper. “Aren’t you going to taste me now?”

  The truth is that I don’t know if I have time for tasting. My cock is pulsing under my grip, and my hips are already beginning to gyrate in the chair. I’m ready to spurt, and there might be no time for niceties. But I can’t resist one last command.

  “Baby, do me one more favor,” I say in a low rasp while rubbing my shaft hard. “Hold your pussy lips open and let me see inside.”

  She gasps and goes stock still. But then Ally nods imperceptibly and her right hand lets go of one big cheek. It slips between her legs until two fingers are planted on each side of her labia, and then pulls that soft flesh open.

  Oh shit. Oh take me to Heaven and kick the shit out of me because that’s what I deserve. The innocent girl is all hot pink flesh and delicious goo in her channel. I can literally see it welling up, the nectar of her pussy beckoning to be tasted.

  I can’t resist this time. In a flash, I’m kneeling behind the little girl, my big form poised behind her small one.

  “Ready?” I rasp. But there’s no time to answer because my tongue’s on her in an instant, lapping up that female juice. It’s tangy and tasty, and everything I’ve ever wanted. She moans and closes her eyes, hands reaching forward to brace themselves on the edge of the bed.

  “Oh god, Rob,” is her throaty whisper. “Oh god, this feels so good.”

  I lap again, letting her fluids gush down my throat before forming my tongue into a point and pushing it as deep as I can into that channel. Oh fuck, she’s small. Her pussy’s tight and it’s going to be hard to work it in, but I’ve never backed down from a challenge before.

  “Give it to me,” I murmur into her trembling flesh. “Give it all to me.”

  Ally begins to buck against my face, her face pressed into the mattress now.

  “Rob, Rob,” she cries out as I nip her clit, shrieking a bit with the pleasure. “Oh fuck!”

  “Oh fuck is right,” I growl, “because you’re going to get fucked so thoroughly tonight, you won’t be able to walk tomorrow.”

  With that, Ally careens over the edge. She goes stock still, my tongue still buried in her pussy and then lets out a cry of ecstasy as her cunt explodes all over my face.

  “Oh shit!” is her scream. “Oh Mr. Lockhart!”

  I hold her hips as she comes hard, drinking up every secretion from that delectable fount of goodness. Her pussy pulses again and again, streams of liquid hitting the back of my throat, and I gulp it like a thirsty man trekking in the desert. Finally, Ally finishes. Her big boobs tremble and sway as she gasps for air, cunt still quivering under my tongue.

  “Glad I got you all lubed up because you’re going to need it,” is my smirk as I get to my feet behind her. “Now hold on, baby girl, because this is gonna be a tight squeeze.”

  She braces herself against the edge of the bed, hands gripping the coverlet. “I can handle it,” she whispers while looking at me over one shoulder. “I can take it.”

  Pleased, I nudge her hole with the tip of my dick. She moans, eyes fluttering shut at the feel of the hard shaft teasing her lips.

  “You like that, don’t you?” I ask. “You want it inside you, don’t you, my little slut?”

  She mewls, wetness seeping from her cunt to coat my hard rod all over again.

  “I do,” she admits. “Now put it in me, Rob. Use my body to please yourself. My body belongs only to you.”

  Oh fuck. This is a woman who knows her place because I intend on using all three of her holes. But first things first. Slowly, I push my hips forward so that my dick slips in one inch, and then two. She moans, eyes rolling back to show the whites as she pants and gasps.

  “You’re so big!” is her exclamation. “Oh fuck!”

  “That’s right,” I rasp behind her, running my thumb over one big butt cheek before reaching around to caress her little nub. She squeals and squirms, another cascade of fluid coating my shaft with her wetness. “More!” she squeals. “More, more!”

  “That’s my greedy little girl,” I rasp in her ear, slowly pushing further and further into her wet pink channel. “You have a hungry cunt, don’t you? You need to have a big dick in you, otherwise you’re not happy, isn’t that right? My baby needs cock otherwise she’s a pissed off little girl.”

  Ally’s moaning and thrashing a bit, even as her pink sleeve takes my massive shaft so good.

  “Unnh,” is her breathless cry as another few inches slip in. Finally, I hit bottom, all ten inches buried deep in that wetness, and she lets out another grunt. “Oh!”

  “Fuck,” is my growl. “This fucking slutty cunt took my huge dick in one slide. With most girls, I have to work it for ten minutes. But you? You’re so slutty that you took it all on the first try.”

  She nods and pants, juicing all over my fuckshaft.

  “Yes,” she pants. “Yes, yes.”

  That gives me the permission I need. I begin pulling my hips back,
before sliding all the way into her again. Her pussy’s so tight and wet that I almost cream right then, but my woman’s pleasure matters. Ally looks like she’s about to orgasm again. Her fingers clutch spasmodically at the coverlet while her cheek presses against the mattress.

  “Yes, Mr. Lockhart,” she moans again. “Yes, I’m a slut. I’m your slut.”

  That does it. My body erupts into a frenzy of motion and I start drilling that tight twat hard. Each stroke goes all the way to the end, my curvy girl gasping and jolting with every hard pound.

  “Yes, yes, yes,” she cries out. “Yes, I need it.”

  The cliff arrives, and suddenly, we’re both soaring over it. Despite the fact that she just came a few minutes ago, the gorgeous day care provider seizes up and goes still for a moment before her pussy clamps down and then dissolves into a series of hard, earth-shattering tremors.

  “Mr. Lockhart!” she screams. “Oh god!”

  “I’m yours baby,” is my strangled reply. “Fuck!”

  Hot jets of semen shoot down the length of my dick and into her tight twat, inseminating the girl with virile male seed. She pulses and clenches, drawing it deep into herself as blast after blast of the hot semen sprays her internal channel.

  “Oh fuck baby,” is my moan as she milks me for everything I’ve got. “Fuck!”

  Finally, my balls are drained entirely dry and I pull out of her wetness with an obscene squelching sound. To my surprise, she’s not particularly sloppy. Not one drop of sperm comes oozing out, and I pull her pussy lips apart to look deep into that channel. Sure enough, it’s there. My sperm, boiling and milky, right where it belongs.

  “I think you’re so big and long that you shot it in there really deep,” she says, reading my mind while still panting for air. “I like it thorough like that.”

  I smirk, pressing a kiss to her cunt and making her squeal before lounging on the bed.

  “Good, because we’ll be doing that a lot from here on out,” is my casual drawl. “I’ll be giving it to you hard every which way. I can promise you that.”

  She raises big brown eyes to me.

  “Really?”

  I smirk once more before pressing my lips to her soft pout. She’s so beautiful and desirable, especially after being flooded with my sperm. Why wouldn’t I want more of the same with the gorgeous day care provider?

  “You can bet on it baby,” I rumble, savoring the taste of her lips. Ally is so sweet and innocent that I don’t tell her what’s on my mind: that I plan on taking her morning, noon, and night until she’s ripe and curvy with my baby.

  9

  Ally

  It’s been literally years since I’ve woken up next to man. I’m up before Rob is, maybe because I’ve been drinking, maybe just because of the strangeness of the whole thing. His arms are still around me. I lay there, feeling the rise and fall of his breath, wanting nothing else at all except to stay there next to him. I close my eyes, but don’t fall back asleep.

  How can I, when last night was so amazing? After our first session, there was a second, third, and finally a fourth in the grey light of morning. I came so many times that my body’s now wrung out and exhausted, limp from the crazy number of orgasms.

  Suddenly, I sit up with my mind spinning. Crazy number of orgasms. Oh god. Rob came in me over and over again, and we didn’t use protection even once. He probably thinks that I’m on the pill, but I’m not because I haven’t been with a guy in so long that there was no need. I wasn’t exactly going to get pregnant via immaculate conception.

  But why didn’t he pull on a condom? Isn’t that the safe thing to do? I’m going to have to talk to him about it once we’re both awake and sober. Oh god.

  I press my knees together, clenching my thighs deliciously. Something deep within gurgles a bit, and I know in my heart of hearts that it’s his sperm. He shot gallons into me last night, and I’m literally sloshing around in it now. It’s warm and trickly and I lift my pelvis up a bit to keep it in.

  What are you doing? the voice in my head asks, totally aghast. Are you insane? You need to get to the pharmacy for the morning after pill.

  But I can’t make myself stop. Something feels right about having this dominating man’s virile semen in me, and I glance shyly over at Rob’s inert form. He’s out like a light, and my eyes roam over that hard male body, bronzed and sculpted. Oh god. Every muscle is perfectly defined like a Greek god, and I long to drag my tongue over a flat male nipple before delving lower for a kiss to that thick pink cock lying against his stomach.

  But I make myself stay still. It’s tempting, but we don’t know each other well enough yet, so I close my eyes again. Birth control, my mind chants. Birth control, birth control. Slowly, I drift once more into the hazy grayness of semi-sleep.

  Some time later, Rob stirs and gives me a kiss on the top of the head. I turn over, and meet his sleepy gaze. Our lips lock again, my body melding into his.

  “I would love to stay in bed all day, but I’m afraid I have to go to work,” he rumbles, breaking the kiss.

  “But it’s Saturday,” I plead, giving him my best sad puppy eyes.

  “I’m behind on a lot of things,” he says. “The world markets don’t take a day off. Would you like breakfast before you go?”

  “O.K.” I say, sad but sort of expecting this.

  “What would you like?” He gets up and goes over to the window, opening it to the let the light stream in. It’s the first time I really see him. I was drunk last night, and it was dark. In the full glow of the sun, I study the lines of his body. I notice his toned ass, the dimples in his back, and the definition of his six pack abs. He is perfection, in every way.

  But I have to keep my mind on the here and now.

  “I don’t know,” I stammer, rising up on one arm, willing myself to get up and get dressed but not quite there yet. “What are my breakfast options?”

  He turns and looks at me, throwing me that quizzical look with his eyebrow raised once more. “Anything you want,” he says, bemused. Hmmm, that sounds good.

  “How about waffles?” I suggest tentatively.

  He picks up the phone. “Bernard, good morning. Bring up some Belgian waffles with fresh fruit and real maple syrup, and that ham I like. Yes, for two. Thanks. See ya.” The phone clicks shut and I stare at him.

  “Who’s Bernard?” I ask.

  “My assistant,” he says nonchalantly. OMG. I’ve never met anyone with a personal assistant before. Well, I have but they’re more like an administrative assistant. They might get you a cup of coffee at work, but they wouldn’t whip together a giant breakfast and bring it to you in bed.

  Everything about this experience is so surreal, but it’s just Mr. Lockhart’s day to day reality. I try to keep my surprise from showing as he saunters off to the shower. Wow, this guy has an amazing back view too. His ass is toned and bronzed, and not at all like someone who spends ten to twelve hours a day sitting at his desk. I hear the water running and leap out of the huge, soft bed and find my discarded clothes. I locate my dress and heels and my bra, but I can’t find my panties anywhere. Oh shit. I put the rest of my clothes on. I give up looking when Rob returns from the shower, smelling fresh, his face newly shaved. He’s wearing only a towel around his waist and my insides go mushy again. Water droplets run down that thick, muscled chest and I long to trace each one with my tongue before pressing a kiss to his perfectly sculpted mouth.

  But Rob doesn’t seem to take much notice of me as he gets dressed. Of course, all I’m doing is watching him. His closet is vast and expertly organized. I can smell the musky odor of his cologne above the spicy notes of his body wash. He selects a pair of boxer briefs, and then a charcoal grey suit from his massive collection.

  When he’s done getting dressed he looks over at me, as if he’s just realized I’m there. The billionaire smiles, making me feel hot all over. I want to pull him back down to the bed, but he’s stronger than me. “Come with me,” he growls.

  I foll
ow him, like a house pet, into what I guess is a breakfast nook, some room with wide open windows and a stone counter top with black leather topped stools. I think this is what passes for a casual space in a billionaire’s penthouse.

  “So sweetheart, ready for breakfast?” he asks with one black eyebrow arched. I sit up straight and smile.

  “I’m always ready for breakfast,” is my smart reply. Rob grins.

  “Good, I like a girl who eats,” he growls approvingly.

  At that moment, a man appears dressed in slacks and a sport coat. He has dark hair and eyes and olive skin, and is carrying two silver trays, which he sets down on the counter.

  “Morning ma’am,” our server says. “I’m Bernard.”

  I nod, trying to act like I belong here.

  “Hello,” is my shy reply.

  Bernard lifts the silver domed lids to reveal thinly sliced ham and thick waffles, drizzled with syrup and sprinkled with powder sugar, with strawberries on top before disappearing into the room from which he came.

  “Dig in,” invites Rob with a smile, and I do.

  The first bite is heaven, the waffles the exact right amount of sweetness, not too much and absolutely perfect. The flavor of the strawberries complements the crispy batter. The ham is out of this world, like everything else about this meal. I savor the slightly salty taste, and can hardly prevent myself from smacking my lips with appreciation.

  “This is so good,” I murmur almost orgasmically.

  “Mmm-hmm,” he concurs, his mouth full of waffles.

  When we’re done eating, Rob gives me another kiss and instructs Bernard to drive me home. I’m grateful that I don’t have to make the full walk of shame on the subway and back to my apartment. Instead, I only have to walk into the car and back to my place. Dating a wealthy man sure does have its perks.

  When I get back to my place, Haley is eating breakfast. Her spread is a lot more modest than the one I shared with Rob this morning. She’s got a piece of toast with jam and a bowl of cheerios.