Hot Single Dad: A Steamy Older Man Younger Woman Romance

by Mia Madison

  “Yes.”

  “Didn’t you date at college?”

  “I went on a few dates, yes.”

  “Now I’m worried about the whole male college population, who can’t see a treasure when there’s one right in front of their eyes.”

  “Very funny. Those guys just didn’t appeal to me.”

  “And I do?”

  “Yes.”

  I hold her in my arms. “You’re sure you want this?”

  “Yes.”

  I look down at her. Does she mean it? Her eyes are shining and she’s looking up at me.

  “I want you. I want this.” She reaches out to me and my cock throbs in her small hand.

  “In that case, I’m flattered and honored you want me to be your first, and I must admit…”

  “What?” She bends and kisses the tip of my cock.

  “Fucking turned on.”

  She giggles. “Don’t do anything differently.”

  I raise my eyebrows.

  “I mean, don’t go easy on me.”

  “You want it hard?”

  “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?”

  “Yes. He said Holly’s going to cook waffles.”

  “I don’t know if Holly’s up to it after the bad night she had. What do you say, Holly?”

  “Oh, I think I could still manage to whip up a waffle or six.”

  “You seem full of energy today, Miss Jamieson. I think we should do something special because it’s the weekend.”

  “McDonald’s?” Katie says, ever hopeful.

  “No, you already did that this week. Have another guess.”

  “Grandma’s house. “

  “That’s next weekend.”

  “You mean the beach?”

  “Yes, the beach, if Holly is okay with that.”

  Holly smiles. “I love the beach.”

  Katie bounces on the bed in excitement. “I’m going to build the biggest sandcastle. You won’t let Jack knock it down this time, will you, Daddy?”

  “No, we’ll fend him off.”

  “I’m going to tell him.” She runs off. “Jack! Jack! We’re going to the beach.”

  “I guess we had better get up.” Reid sighs.

  “What are we going to say other nights? That I have bad dreams every night?”

  “I guess so. It’s as good as anything. Better to say bad dreams than I want to fuck your brains out.”

  “True that.”

  “And may I just say for the record, if we didn’t have to get up and make breakfast, I would want to fuck your brains out right now.”

  “I’ll take a rain check on that.”

  “I’ll look forward to it.”

  CHAPTER 18

  Reid

  Holly gasps when we finally drive down the coastal path and reach the house. “Wow! This is gorgeous, right on the shore. It feels like there’s no one for miles!”

  “You like?”

  “I love it. I didn’t even know you had a place here.”

  “I picked it up years ago, and I’ve never wanted to let it go. We don’t get to come here often enough. With the time it takes to drive, it’s better to come for more than a weekend.”

  I get out and let the kids o
ut of the car, and they go careering down the beach.

  “Don’t go too far!” I call but they are safe here—they know not to go in the water unless I am with them.

  Holly gets out and I hug her to me. The spark between us is like magic, making a good day and a place I love better than ever. The ocean crashing on the shore and the breeze on my face is a world away from the office.

  We watch Jack and Katie drawing in the wet sand with pieces of driftwood. “They love it here,” Holly says.

  “They do. I’ve taken them to more exotic locations. I’ve bought a few places since this one, Villefranche being one of them, but I think they’d rather come here to this old beach house.”

  “Thanks for bringing me here.”

  “It means a lot to me that you like it. Mercia turned her nose up at the house as soon as she saw it. It’s been a bolt hole just for me and the kids ever since I put a stop to her plans to have the place knocked down and redesigned. It’s only for the special people in my life. Like you.”

  She beams at me. The breeze ruffles her hair and I smooth it down. “I thought we’d have our picnic first and then we’d have a sandcastle building competition. The one with the biggest castle gets to choose the movie for tonight.”

  She laughs. “I should have brought my bucket and shovel or we’ll be watching Frozen again.”

  “I think you’ll find there’s a pink bucket and a bright green shovel inside that has your name on it. Sorry if those colors are so last year. Katie insisted on a new spotted one the last time we came.”

  “I guess I’ll have to make do.”

  “And you being a fashion guru. I thought we might have to hightail it to somewhere with a wide selection of colors and styles to buy you a new set.”

  “As long as it goes with my outfit, I’ll live.”

  I look at her blouse that’s in some soft gauzy fabric I could rip right through and her little cutoff shorts that show her legs to perfection. “You go with your outfit. That’s what counts, but even so I’ll have to confiscate your blouse and shorts later, because there’s a big problem with them.”

  “What?”

  “What they cover up.”

  CHAPTER 19

  Holly

  They don’t make many days as special as today, days when you don’t have to do anything very much, when you get to mess about on the beach with people you love and just have fun.

  “Nothing like a bit of sand with your sandwiches.” Reid laughs, brushing away a few grains that somehow ended up on the bread. We are watching Katie and Jack. They have had a sandwich each, orange juice, and pieces of apple, and they are collecting shells and pebbles on the wet sand by the shore to decorate the winning sandcastle later.

  “The sand gets everywhere.”

  “It does. There’s usually half a beach at the bottom of the tub when I give the kids a bath here.”

  “Never mind them. I think I have sand everywhere.”

  “I’ll have to give you a bath, too.”

  He looks at me and I melt inside. I haven’t gotten used to those looks, to how he wants me, to this being reality when it was only a dream before.

  “I can’t wait for that.”

  “Me, either. Or for what happens after that.”

  “What happens after that?” Of course I could guess, but I want him to tell me.

  “I have to check you all over, slowly and very, very carefully, with my tongue to make sure I got all the sand out.”

  He glances over at the kids, preoccupied with their task. “I’ll have to check you here.” He runs his fingers over my nipples, which spring to attention beneath my bikini top. “And here.” His fingers delve inside the fabric of my bikini bottom and caresses my folds, already wet from his teasing.

  I look up from where his fingers disappeared and he’s gazing at me intently. “I want you so ready to be fucked after your bath, you’ll beg for my cock.”

  In truth, I feel like begging now. But I just gasp and feel the loss as he removes his fingers and puts them to his mouth and makes a show of licking them. “Best picnic ever.”

  And then he pulls me onto his lap and gives me gentle kisses as we finish our picnic. When the kids come back with a bucket full of “treasure,” I am still sitting there. I make as if to slip off his lap, but he holds me tight on one knee and soothes me by kissing my hair.

  “Daddy, are you giving Holly a hug because she hurt herself?” Katie asks.

  “No, just because I want to give her a hug.”

  “Can I get a hug too?” Katie throws herself down on his other knee, and he holds her tight.

  “Me, too.” Jack sits down on my lap and I give him a hug. Then Reid reaches out and wraps his big arms around all of us.

  “We made a big giant hug,” Jack says. “The biggest, giantest hug in the world.”

  “We did,” Reid says and laughs.

  I could stay like that forever, but Jack and Katie have had enough hugging. They are up off our laps in no time and Jack asks, “Is it time to build our sandcastles?”

  Reid makes a big show of looking at his watch. “Oh yes, it will be sandcastle o’clock in exactly 5 minutes, after we’ve cleared away the picnic things. Help Holly and me take the dishes inside and then it will be time.”

  *

  After creating our castles as big as we can, we declare Jack and Katie joint winners of the castle contest, so they each get to decorate theirs with the shells and pebbles.

  Katie wants Frozen as her movie again. Jack says he wants something hotter and opts for Madagascar.

  “I want something hotter too,” Reid whispers in my ear, “but it’s got nothing to do with movies.”

  We all snuggle up on the couch after the kids are bathed and watch Madagascar. Before the movie has ended, both of them are fast asleep, and we carry one twin each to their beds and tuck them in.

  “Now that bath I promised you; I’m going to run it now,” Reid says.

  I take off my clothes and put on a robe while he fills the bathtub. It’s cooler now after the heat of the day, just right for a warm bath.

  “It’s ready,” he calls through to the bedroom.

  I have to laugh when I get to the bathroom. He’s already sitting in the bathtub, a toy duck floating on the surface along with the bubbles.

  “You didn’t think I’d let you go in the water alone, did you?” He grins up at me. “It’s very dangerous going in the water without an adult. Katie will tell you that.”

  I take off my robe and get in with him, nestling in his arms. “It’s very cozy for two above the age of five.”

  “I knew there was something wrong with this house. I just found the one design flaw it has.”

  “Then again, who said cozy was bad?” I giggle, feeling how hard he is against me. “When you said it was ready, I thought you meant the bath water.”

  “I’m always ready for you. I’ve had to try and get my mind off you in your bikini and shorts all day.”

  “Do you want me to put them on again?”

  He soaps up a sponge and runs it over my arms and chest, the soap suds making a trail over my breasts. “No. I like you just as you are, your naked ass against my cock.”

  “You have a wonderful way with words, and other things.”

  We lie snuggling in the warm water a few minutes, too lazy to move. And then he says, “Stand up a moment and I’ll wash the rest of you.”

  I get up and he turns me around to face him, wielding the sponge. He covers the bottom half of me in suds with the sponge and then dips it in the water and uses it to rinse me off.

  “Now for that check,” he says. “Did I get all the sand out?”

  He drops the sponge in the water and pulls me toward his mouth, diving into my folds with his tongue, holding me steady in his hands.

  “No sand,” he says, after he has driven me distracted with his tongue and my legs are threatening to collapse, so it’s just as well he’s holding onto me. “You’re clean.”

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p; “And you’re very, very dirty. But I like it.”

  He laughs. “And I plan to get dirtier.” He gets up and we step out. He wraps a fresh towel around us both. Our bodies mold together, soft and hard. We just seem to fit, but I’m squirming with the need that he started in the bathtub.

  Once we dry off a little, he kisses me and lifts my bottom onto the countertop, spreading my legs by stepping between them. “Not sore from last night?”

  I’m rubbing myself against him, and he grins down at me. He knows he has me all worked up and needy. “No, not sore. I couldn’t feel better.”

  He slides deep into me and oh, that’s so good. “You feel perfect to me,” he says.

  I start to say, “Likewise,” but the word turns into a moan of pleasure as he thrusts into me again, so hard it takes my breath away and I have to hang onto him for dear life. He drives into me, fast and deep, again and again, his solid flesh against my clit with each stroke, sending me insane with lust. “Oh, right there, yes!”

  I’m spread wide open for him, all his, frantic for release as he powers into me. And then it happens. I jerk against him, with an agonized sound that reverberates in the small bathroom, and he speeds up even more hearing that, and lets go, his cock spasming inside me as growls out his own pleasure from deep in his throat.

  “Happy?” he asks once we are lying in bed.

  “I don’t think I’ve ever been happier.”

  “Me neither,” he says. “And we have another whole day here. Bliss!”

  But things don’t quite work out how we expect.

  CHAPTER 20

  Reid

  I wake up with Holly, the sun streaming through the curtains. She stirs when I stretch out and smiles at me.

  “The rebels will be awake in a moment wanting to get back on the beach.” I wish I could stay in bed all day with Holly.

  “What time is it?”

  I look at my watch. “Just after seven.”

  “I’ll make some breakfast.”

  “You’ll do no such thing. Lie there, and I’ll be right back.”

  I bring her juice and coffee and toast. “I have to keep up your energy.”