Pretend I'm Yours_A Single Dad Romance

by Vivian Wood

  He chuckles, sucking a little harder. My eyes threaten to roll back in my head. All I can think is unnnnggggghhhh unnnnh unnnnnnghhhhhhhhhh.

  When he parts my legs, I’m ready for him. No, I’m beyond ready.

  Fuck me, already. Plant your seed in me. Fill me to the fucking brim.

  “You need this,” he whispers. He touches my hand to remind me that I’m clutching the vibrator.

  Clumsily, I turn the vibrator on the lowest setting. Jett guides my hand down, and he spreads my pussy lips with his enormous fingers. I close my eyes, intending to concentrate. With the first touch of the vibrator, I nearly shoot off the bed, quivering.

  “Fuck,” I whisper.

  “Are you sensitive?” he asks.

  “Yes,” I bite off.

  I feel him move away from me for a minute, and I open my eyes a crack. He’s peeling off his shirt to reveal an amazing physique, absolutely astonishing abs.

  “Keep going,” he urges. “Don’t stop.”

  I touch my clit again, feeling a moan building in my chest. He unbuttons and shucks his jeans, leaving him in a pair of black boxer briefs. As he comes back toward the bed, I get a glimpse of his cock’s size through the stretchy fabric, and I’m fucking impressed.

  He looks like that and he’s packing a python? Holy shit, for once in my life I sure can pick a man.

  Looking at his bulge makes my core tighten with want. He returns to my side, lying down and propping himself up with one arm. Jett puts his hand on my inner thigh, then trails two fingers up to my center, teasing.

  “Please,” I say, moving restlessly.

  “Please what?” he says, a smile on his face.

  “Use your fingers,” I beg. “Please, Jett.”

  “Like this?” he asks, circling the area around my center. He slides one long finger inside me, beckoning in a come hither gesture.

  “Fuck! Yes, just like that,” I say, gasping for breath.

  All the sudden he withdraws, leaving me high and dry. I’m devastated for a second. I was thisssssclose.

  “It looks like fun,” he says with a wicked smile. “I’m thinking that instead of you coming all over my hand, you come on my cock.”

  My eyes must have lit up, because he laughs. I turn the vibrator off, tossing it aside. Jett pulls his boxer briefs off, letting his cock spring free.

  Holy mother of god, I think, staring openmouthed. Look at the fucking size of his dick! Is that thing even going to fit? And… is that a piercing??!

  His cock is a python, that I wasn’t wrong about. It’s perfectly pink, as thick around as my wrist. His cock is long, too, the tip nearly touching his belly button. And I see a glint of a Prince Albert piercing as the cherry on top.

  Thirty-three years old, and I’ve never felt a Prince Albert. I blush all over again.

  “Don’t give me ideas,” he says, using his fingertips to close my mouth for me. “Now climb on.”

  I don’t hesitate again, rolling over and straddling his hips. He makes it easy for me, lifting me further up his body and positioning his cock at my entrance. He kisses the tip of one of my breasts, making me slick with need once more.

  I wonder how many women he’s done this exact move for? asks a little voice in the back of my head.

  But then his cock nudges my center, and I forget everything else. As I press down, I feel a delicious stretch. Where I would normally stop, I have to slide back up and try again, because his cock is ridiculously long and thick.

  “Jesus, you feel so fucking good,” he says, his voice gone to gravel. “God damn.”

  He seems very focused on taking it slow, gripping my hips as I try a few times to take the whole thing. I can feel his piercing a little when I move. When I finally manage to take him to the hilt, I can see that he’s broken into a sweat, because his hair is a little damp.

  “You’re so tight,” Jett says, running his hands up my hips to my breasts. “Fucking perfect.”

  He tweaks my nipple a little, and that makes me moan. “Ahhhh, yes. Mmmmmm.”

  I start to move, slowly at first, for his benefit. Soon, though, he’s encouraging me with little thrusts. The feel of him, especially when I raise myself to the top and then come shuddering down… it’s almost too much.

  “Fuck,” he says, moving his hand down to my clit. He rubs the top of my clit with his thumb, making me clench around him. “Oh, fuck. God, I knew I should have masturbated before I showed up here. I’m so fucking close, Cady.”

  “I’m close too,” I pant. “I’m so close.”

  “Fuck yes. I’m going to fucking come in you, skin on skin. I’m going to fill you up to the brim with my cum,” he says, his eyes closing tightly.

  “Yeah you are,” I groan. “God, fuck me, Jett…”

  He starts to really thrust now, his movements wild. The pressure of his thumb hitting my clit, the weird-but-amazing feeling of his piercing, the thickness of his cock as I move up and down…

  I shatter, my whole pussy clenching, again and again and again. As soon as he feels me start to come, Jett goes over the edge too, slamming my hips down on his cock over and over, grinding my body against his. I feel his cock jerk; I can feel the long salty pulses of his cum as he empties himself inside me.

  Marking me.

  Jett slows for a few moments, then stops, breathing hard. His eyes are shut, which is a kind of relief. I don’t want to stare into his eyes, no matter whether we just screwed or not. For a second we just stay like that, my forehead bowing to press again his.

  Fuck. I have to move, otherwise his cum is going to drip out and go everywhere, I think.

  I carefully disentangle myself, moving slowly. The last thing I want to do is hurt his piercing, so I’m extra careful. I sink onto my back, grabbing a pillow and wedging it underneath my hips.

  “I’m trying to let gravity do its work,” I explain when I see him giving me a questioning look.

  “Sure,” he shrugs. He turns over on his side, propping himself up with one hand. “I didn’t hate any of that, by the way.”

  I chuckle, pulling a pillow over for my head. “That’s good, because you’re going to have to do it a lot to get me pregnant.”

  Milo makes his presence known, meowing quizzically. His little black tail is all I can see from my position, darting around the bed’s frame. Jett sees him, putting his hand down and whistling, like Milo is a dog.

  Unsurprisingly, Milo spurns Jett’s attentions, meowing once more before darting out of the bedroom door.

  Jett looks around my bedroom, his gaze landing on the only framed photo, sitting on my bedside table. He gets up, clearly comfortable with his naked body in a way that only hot guys are. Picking up the picture, he examines it.

  I know the photo by heart. I am probably three years old, dark haired and clad in only a faded bathing suit. I’m sitting outside, on a dark-haired woman’s lap. The woman is extremely thin, and she’s looking at the camera with a steely kind of intensity. In the background, there is a tall man with a beard, but he’s moving so the image is blurred.

  “Is this your family?” he asks, his brow furrowing.

  “Yes,” I say, suddenly testy. “And that photo is the only one I have, so please put it back.”

  Jett raises a brow, but he puts it back. I can practically see the questions forming, written all over his handsome face. I don’t want to answer them, though.

  “Don’t you have somewhere else to be?” I ask, keeping my tone neutral.

  He looks mildly offended. “Are you kicking me out?”

  I pull the bedspread across the bed and over my body so that I’m no longer naked.

  “I’m just asking a question,” I say.

  His eyes narrow, but he just shrugs. “Sure.”

  He bends down to pick up his underwear, pulling them on. He finds his shirt and jeans and puts them on, his annoyance plain in his movements. Crap. I just wanted him to leave, I didn’t actually mean to piss him off.

  Silence echoes between us, a
mplifying every second as he gets ready to leave. He heads to the door of the bedroom, intending to leave on that note.

  “Jett, wait,” I say. I bite my lip.

  He turns around impatiently. “What?”

  “Thank you,” I say, struggling to make words. “It was really nice. I… I like the way you fuck.”

  His expression is one of amusement and confusion.

  “Uh… I like how you fuck too,” he says, rubbing the back of his neck.

  “Text me later?” I ask, hoping it’s not too much to ask.

  He sighs. “Yeah, okay.”

  Then he turns and leaves. A half minute later, I hear the door open and close.

  “Fuuuuuuck!” I moan. I really could’ve handled that better, but I’m not sure how.

  Whatever, I tell myself. It’s better this way. Less a chance of you catching feelings.

  I close my eyes and try to think of something else, anything else.

  Chapter Nine

  Jett

  It’s only been three days since she basically kicked me out of her apartment, but I can’t stop thinking about Cady.

  I find myself slipping into memories, remembering just how hot she was when she touched herself for me. Head thrown back, biting her luscious red lips, she enchanted me. And when she took my whole cock in her pussy for the first time?

  Holy fuck.

  My cock jumps to attention under my jeans as I’m sitting in standstill traffic. I glance at my phone, tempted to text her right this second. Then I think about how she was afterward, straight up asking me if I had somewhere to be.

  It was so frosty that I needed a sweater. I wasn’t expecting that kind of burn. She tried to make it up to me by asking me to text her later, but I got the message loud and clear.

  I was just a tall, bearded, tattooed one-night stand type, who happened to be her sperm donor. Nothing more than that.

  It is fine, really. But a part of me had sort of hoped that the two of us could at least be civil outside of our enthusiastic fucking.

  The other part of me told that voice to shut the fuck up and take what was offered. Especially when what was offered involved such explosively good chemistry.

  Just text her, I thought. Go and get some action, then dip out and still get a good night of sleep.

  I stare at the cars ahead of me for a minute, then sigh and pick up my phone.

  Hey. You working? I texted.

  To my surprise, it’s only a few seconds before she answers. My place?

  She keeps it short, sweet, and to the point. I can’t say that I blame her.

  Yep. Be there whenever I get out of traffic. I-85 is a mess right now.

  I’ll be waiting.

  I get to her place as soon as I can, and go through the whole rigamarole of buzzing at the door. When I get up to her door, just looking at the now-familiar slick black paint, the heavy gold number 16… it kinda turns me on.

  I cock my head, considering that. She pulls the door open, and my heart skips a beat.

  She answers the door wearing nothing but a set of wispy see-through red bra and panties. Her hair is pulled into a low braid, and she’s wearing that same red lipstick. She grins at the dopey face that I’m making, stepping forward and grabbing me by the hand to pull me inside the apartment.

  I close the door as she moves into the apartment, toward the bedroom.

  She’s right in front of me, and I can’t resist the urge to reach out and grab her, to feel the silkiness of her lingerie under my fingertips. She turns in my arms, her dark hair and red lipstick so very vivid. Our lips meet, the kiss passionate and full of need.

  I slide my hand to the back of her neck, a growl building in my throat. I feel the need to possess her, to own her, if just for this moment.

  I deepen the kiss, realizing how much I needed this — I’d let it all build too long. Maybe that was why I was so fucking horny. She moans a little as she kisses me, coming up onto her toes to get closer.

  Judging by her enthusiasm in returning the kiss, she felt the same.

  I am desperate to feel Cady under my body. I feel like I’m going off the deep end a little, the urge to feel every single inch of her nearly overwhelming. I pick her up with one arm, carrying her backwards into the bedroom.

  She was good the last time I had her, but this time there was something different about her. Intense, almost wild. She bit my bottom lip as I carried her back to the bed, and moaned.

  “Please,” she whispered as he put her down. “I need you to fuck me.”

  I reared back, looking down at her intently.

  “You’re just going to have to be patient, I guess.”

  I leaned down to kiss her lips, then moved to graze her ear, her neck. She shuddered with pleasure, her hands raking down my back. It reminded me that there was far too much material between us, my jeans and dark button-up shirt included.

  I move back to peel my jacket off. Staring down at her with a distinctly threatening look, I close in again. She sat up close to the edge of the bed, and then we meet with a kiss, a clashing of lips and teeth.

  I grip the back of her neck, force her to take more of my kiss, to open her mouth more. She submits, but her eyes spark — she won’t take it for long.

  Good.

  She undoes the buttons of my shirt. I close my eyes briefly as she kisses my stomach, her hands searching for my belt. I could see what she was doing, moving closer to getting me naked.

  But I didn’t want that, not just yet. I want to do all the things I skipped last time, the things I needed to try out with her. I caught her hands, tsking.

  I release her and shuck my shirt. I take a few seconds to really fully appreciate the see through red bra and panties. I touch her nipple, which stands proudly alert. I teasing her by putting a couple of fingers inside the front of the panties.

  “These are really fucking sexy,” I say, looking up at her. “Now take them off.”

  She is eager to comply, unhooking her bra and then slipping her panties down her incredible legs herself. I can’t help but reach out and touch the curve of her hip, the swell of her breast. Her breasts are perfect, two gorgeous teardrops.

  I push her back onto the bed, satisfied with her compliance. I quickly get undressed, leaving myself in dark boxer briefs. As soon as I move towards her, her hands are already on my boxers, pushing them down.

  My cock bounces free, standing proudly. I look at Cady to see her reaction, and see something truly toe-curling: anticipation and hunger.

  She doesn’t back down for a second. She fists my cock in her hand boldly, making me hiss. I notice that she can’t quite encircle it with her delicate fingers. As if I wasn’t already hard enough, she gives my cock a few strokes.

  Cady looks at me poignantly, then puts her red mouth on the tip of my cock. I moan low in my throat. It’s so wet and hot, and I have wondered so many times what her mouth would feel like. I keep wanting to close my eyes, but it’s so erotic, watching her swirl the tip of my cock in her mouth.

  I settle for watching and digging a hand into her low braid. I bite my lip as she repositions herself to take my cock deeper into her mouth.

  She takes it deep, sucking it in long strokes. I nearly came on the first full one, and start reciting baseball stats in my head.

  Jesus, she’s fucking amazing.

  She manages to wrap her hand most of the way around my cock, twisting as she worked her tongue gently under the head. I feel a strong need for control, a desire to dominate her.

  Not yet, I think. Not today. But some day, I’m going to fuck her mouth.

  Looking down on her as she works, watching her tongue move in and out… it nearly undoes me.

  In less than five minutes, she has me ready to cum like an avalanche. I have to pull her away.

  “That was amazing, but isn’t the goal of this whole thing to get you pregnant?” I say, grinning.

  She gives me a naughty glance while she wipes at her mouth. with the back of her hand. “Maybe
.”

  I push her back onto the bed, all the way back to the pillows. I separate her thighs with a knee, then lay on top of her, kissing her hard.

  She groans, ready for me. “Cum in me. You know you want to…”

  I chuckled. As tempting as that sounds, there were important things to do first. Let it never be said that Cady walked away from this exchange without coming.

  I move down, kissing my way across her breasts and her stomach as I go. She realizes what I am doing and tries to pull me back up to her lips, but I’m not standing for it.

  I move down to the light dappling of hair she kept down there, spreading her lips wide with two fingers. She thrusts her hips and whimpers with hunger, impatient. She is soaked for me, beyond ready.

  I delve in, running my tongue in circles, pulling soft sounds from her throat. Her hands clutch at my hair, breathless. I can tell how badly she wants it from just those sounds alone.

  I keep my pace slow and steady. I listen to her breathing pick up, her hands restless. It’s only when her hips began to move against my mouth, grinding mindlessly, that I kick up the intensity.

  I pull back and insert one thick finger, then two before I put my tongue to work again. I work my fingers in and out, and put some force behind my tongue, working her clit for all it’s worth.

  “Please, Jett,” she whimpers, writhing. “Please.”

  She is begging to cum now, pleading with me. I give her what she wants, using my tongue and my fingers to drive her over the edge.

  She shatters, coming so hard around my fingers that I wince. She seems to come for ages, delicate aftershocks continuing for what seems like forever.

  I move back up to her face, kissing her. She twines her fingers in my hair and presses against me, eager for more. I’m hard as a rock now, and she’s about to experience everything I can give her.

  I rise above her, fisting my cock, and rub the tip against her opening. She bites her lip and pulls at me, gasping at the way that I fill her. I groan a little as I sink down. Her pussy is so incredible, it feels like a glove made just for me.

  “You like that, don’t you?” I say, as I start to move.

  “Yes,” she cried. “God, Jett, fuck me harder.”