Single Dad’s Plaything: A Single Dad First Time Billionaire Romance

by Natasha Spencer

  He kissed her again, and she responded again, this time both of them starting to move in unison, their lips slightly parting as they realized this wasn’t going to be just a single, one off kiss, but a full on make out.

  He dropped the hand that was holding hers and instead wrapped it round her body and she did the same, both her hands moving slightly higher and holding his back, their chests starting to press into each other as their bodies instinctively came closer.

  Tyler tilted his head to the left; Jamia tilted hers to the right, their mouths opening wider as they both deepened the kiss. Tyler led the way, dancing his tongue over her bottom lip then teasingly sliding it in. She parted her lips to accommodate him, letting out a soft little noise through her nose. As his tongue delicately explored her mouth, she danced hers over his; gently at first, then with a little more enthusiasm and passion.

  Tyler gave a groan and turned them round a bit, firmly pushing her back to the wall by the side of his door, the pair of them still stood outside the bedroom, not having even made it in yet.

  She moaned again and ran her hands up his back and down again, digging in her nails ever so slightly and wishing there were less layers of clothes in between them.

  Tyler swirled his tongue round her mouth, the kiss deep and urgent now, not soft anymore, with Jamia responding in kind, each of them taking it in turns to push their tongues past the other’s lips for a good few moments, until Tyler pulled back a bit and sucked Jamia’s bottom lip in between both of his. He tugged and gnawed softly as he pulled at it. She let out a louder moan, her eyes rolling.

  “Like that?” Tyler murmured, breaking off and starting to kiss along her jaw and down her neck.

  “Mmm…” she whimpered and tilted her head to the opposite side to allow him easier access to her soft skin.

  He trailed little damp kisses all along her neck, pulling her pajama top aside slightly to get at her bare shoulders and expose more skin. “I…think we should…take this….to bed…” he mumbled in between each gentle kiss.

  This time, she didn’t object or have any smart remarks to shoot back at him, taking his hand in hers and weaving their fingers together. “I think we should,” she agreed in a whisper, before guiding him into his own room and over to the bed.

  She sat down on it and he followed, leaning in to start kissing her again, pushing her gently backwards onto the bed and throwing one leg over to mount on top of her. He sunk his hand into her soft, fresh hair and her arms came around him again as they kissed, continuing what they’d started outside but in much more comfortable surroundings.

  Jamia let out a little whimper and slid her tongue over his. He tasted sweet and warm, and she couldn’t get enough of him.

  Tyler felt much the same way. Her lips and mouth were soft, warm and wet, and he could have kissed her for hours on end, had his dick not already started complaining. The more they kissed, the more he felt everything start to tighten up inside his pajama pants as their activity began to make him hard, his cock beginning to throb for extra attention. He shifted his body to one side slightly so that she didn’t have to feel it, not wanting her to think he was a randy dog with only one thing on his mind.

  Jamia ran her hands further south and they ended up on his butt, squeezing it gently and getting a good feel, dancing her tongue over his bottom teeth. He gave a little moan and broke off again to kiss down her neck like he’d done before. “I want you,” he whispered.

  “I want you too,” she whispered back breathlessly, urgent, her heart pounding rapidly in her chest. She pushed her hips up a bit and rutted herself against his thigh.

  He gave a groan as he felt it and rolled off her onto his back, lifting up his butt into the air and pushing down his pajama pants, not really shy in the slightest about getting naked in front of her, or indeed anyone. Tyler had never been shy when it came to his body. He was fairly ripped and muscled underneath his clothes and he wasn’t afraid to show it off. He didn’t even work out that much, and he ate a lot of junk food, but somehow he managed to always keep his figure.

  He wriggled out of his pajama bottoms and Jamia rolled over onto her side, sitting up on her elbow to watch him, her eyes widening a little when she saw the state of him. “Someone’s excited…”

  “I told you I wanted you,” he whispered breathlessly, wrapping one hand around himself and stroking up and down his length slowly. “Let me see you…I’ve been dying to see what you look like under those clothes since the first night we met.”

  “Since last week then,” she smirked and sat up, starting to undo the buttons on her pajama shirt. “Very patient of you…how did you ever cope?”

  He chuckled and shook his head. “You never quit, do you?”

  “Neither do you,” she cracked back, getting halfway down and revealing a bit more of her skin, making sure this was slow and teasing for Tyler.

  He bit his lip and watched her eagerly, continuing to stroke himself.

  “How about you take your shirt off too, hmm?” she murmured.

  “Alright.” He sat up and pulled off the T-shirt he’d been wearing, tossing it onto the floor, now completely naked.

  She glanced her eyes up and down his body appraisingly, checking him out. “Not bad.”

  “Not bad?” He smirked. “Good to know I meet your high standards.”

  “Just about,” Jamia joked, then she undid the remainder of her buttons and slowly slipped off the shirt, revealing her bare breasts underneath.

  Tyler’s tongue came out and passed over his bottom lip, staring unashamedly at her bosom.

  “Well? Do they meet with your approval?” She asked quietly.

  “Very much so,” he whispered. He sat up on his knees then ducked his head and leaned in to kiss at them, cupping her left breast in his hand as he raised it to his lips.

  She closed her eyes and sunk one hand into his wavy dark blonde hair, running her fingers through it and pushing it back off his face. “Mmm…”

  He wrapped his arms around her slender waist, sucking on her nipple until it became erect in his mouth, slowly pushing her back onto the bed at the same time and mounting on top of her again, no longer bothering to hide his hard cock as it nudged and bounced against her thigh, although he tried to keep it away from her crotch until they were both ready to take this further.

  She lifted up her legs, which were still clothed in her pajama bottoms, and wrapped them round his waist, tugging on his hair a little and moaning at the feel of his lips on one of her most sensitive areas.

  “You need to get the rest of your clothes off,” he growled, releasing her left nipple and kissing his way along to the right one, trailing his teeth across her soft skin.

  “Working on it…” she mumbled, dropping her legs and her arms from around him and bringing them underneath her butt to tug at her pajama pants.

  He moved his hands too and gave her some help, rolling off her a bit so she could rid herself of the troublesome clothes.

  Thankfully she hadn’t bothered to wear any panties underneath, so she was already all set to go underneath those PJ pants.

  Tyler gave a little hum of approval as he looked her up and down, taking in the new sight of her completely naked next to him. “God, you’re beautiful,” he murmured, reaching out and dancing his fingertips up and down her bare skin.

  She shuddered slightly beneath his touch and bit her bottom lip, blushing and feeling very exposed and vulnerable. Unlike him, she wasn’t as confident in her body. “Thank you. So are you,” she whispered, and for once, she wasn’t being sarcastic, or jokey, or giving him a hard time. She was letting him see a different side to her; a side that very few people got to see, and he felt honored.

  He leaned down and gently kissed her lips. He’d intended it to only be one kiss but as he pulled away, she reached up her arms and wrapped them around his shoulders and neck, dragging him down again for more and keeping him there, their lips locked together in a heated embrace.

  She began to push he
r hips up into him, seeking out some friction, and now they were both naked, it felt better than ever.

  He slid one leg in between both of hers and pressed his thigh against the warmth of her crotch, feeling her already damp and turned on. He groaned at the wetness and began to rub her with his thigh, moving it up and down on her, brushing over her clit.

  She moaned and bucked her hips, her arms still around him and this time her nails scraping his skin along his shoulders. She reached up and sank her teeth into him, sucking and biting a bit to stifle her moan.

  At that sensation, he gave a groan himself and ducked his head down into her neck, his lips finding a soft, untouched spot and kissing and sucking, wanting to leave a mark on her skin for all to see. He wondered how rough and kinky she could get in bed. She seemed like quite a feisty one so far.

  She ran her nails further down his back, along his spine then finally down to his ass, giving it another squeeze and pushing herself up into his thigh more, then she moved one of her hands further round, sliding it beneath him to find his cock, wrapping her fingers around it delicately.

  “Yeah, that’s right,” he moaned breathlessly, his suck turning into a soft, gentle kiss over the mark he’d just left on her skin. “Touch me, babe…”

  “Mm…” She kept a firm hold of him and began to work her hand slowly up and down, in time to the movements of his thigh on her, but soon, just feeling her with the thick skin of his thigh wasn’t really enough. He wanted to explore deeper. He reached down, pulled his leg back, and replaced it with his hand, immediately plunging his fingers into her wetness.

  She gave a louder moan this time and bent her legs at the knee, pulling them up towards her butt then lifting herself up off the bed a little to push herself more into Tyler’s fingers.

  He slid one inside her, then another straight away, beginning to thrust them into her back and forth.

  “Ah…AH!” She cried out even more when his thumb flicked back and forth over her clit.

  Although he was the king of one night stands, he also knew exactly how to please a woman, and he took pride in that. He didn’t get any pleasure from sex if he couldn’t make his partner scream and moan in pure ecstasy. He liked to watch them completely come undone beneath him, whimper his name or beg for him to stop as he made them cum three or four times in a row.

  Jamia’s hand continued to move up and down around Tyler’s thick length, but it was slowing slightly and hesitating whenever Tyler did something that caused such a big jolt of pleasure in her that it threw her off her stride, sent her into a whimpering mess. Then she’d pick it back up again and carry on. He didn’t mind; all of this was just making it last longer, and he was all for that.

  After a few minutes of this, he began to leave a little trail of kisses down her body, starting at her neck and slowly working his way south, kissing her tummy, down her happy trail and to between her legs.

  She instinctively spread them for him and he lifted up one of her legs to duck underneath it, situating himself fully in between them, resting on his stomach and getting comfortable. He looked up at her and made eye contact for a moment, then ducked his head and disappeared into her crotch, his mouth wide open and connecting with her wetness.

  Jamia arched up and let out a loud whimper of pleasure. His tongue came out and began to flick back and forth up and down her, drinking in her juices and loving the taste of her. He closed his eyes and gave a small moan of his own, swallowing some of her down before concentrating on pleasuring her clit, circling his tongue round and round her little lump.

  She groaned and pushed one hand into his hair.

  He knew if he just kept going in that spot, she wouldn’t be able to help herself. She’d climax eventually, and then she’d be even wetter and juicier, and he’d be even more turned on.

  He kept two fingers inside her and moved them slowly in and out while his tongue did it’s work on her, his eyes kept closed in concentration, just focusing on the movement of his tongue and the sounds she was making in response, his gauge as to how close she was getting.

  When her moans became more desperate, frequent and insistent, her breathing more irregular, he could tell he was doing a good job and she was well on her way. Besides, she let him know in words too.

  “I…I’m gonna…I’m gonna cum…” she gasped and panted when he was about five minutes in.

  He couldn’t really respond. He had his tongue out and his mouth full. He just kept going, flicking faster and faster. Her grip on his hair became stronger, and she reached down her other hand to grab his shoulder, squeezing and digging her fingers in. A second later, her body convulsed and she practically screamed his name, followed by hoarse gasping moans as she twitched and shrank back away from his tongue, the pleasure almost becoming too much.

  He grabbed her thighs with both hands and followed her as she moved away, wanting to make sure he drank some of the fresh juices she was emitting.

  “Oh God, stop…stop,” she whimpered, wriggling out of his grasp and flinging her leg over him to get away.

  He chuckled and sat up a bit, grinning at her. “Like that?”

  “Y-yeah…yes, God,” she panted.

  He smirked and then bent his head down again, starting to kiss along her thighs. “There’s so much more where that came from…” And he snuck one hand around and danced it down the side of her thigh, back into her soaking wet pussy again. She jumped at the touch, but slowly spread her legs and allowed him access, reaching down for him and pushing her fingers through his hair. “Come up here and kiss me.”

  “Mm, okay, then you can taste yourself on my lips…” He shuffled up the bed and leaned down to press his lips to hers. She kept her mouth open and met his with her own, wrapping one arm around him and her other going for his cock again, the two of them slowly beginning to jerk each other off while they kissed.

  She could feel Tyler all hard and throbbing in her hand, the tip of his thick length slightly damp and glistening. “I know you want me, Tyler,” she whispered.

  “Damn right I do,” he mumbled against her lips. “You know I do.” He kissed along her jaw hungrily and she tugged at his hair.

  “Then quit fooling around and have me.” She twisted her other hand, the one that was around his cock, pulling on him harder and then pushing the foreskin back down quickly.

  He gasped and arched his back a little, pushing himself into her hand, his fingers slipping deeper inside her. She moaned and wriggled and at that moment of weakness, he took control again, flicking his thumb over her clit and throwing one leg over her, mounting himself on top and, with his other hand, pushing down against her shoulders and pinning her to the bed.

  “You’re going to have to beg me first,” he growled, smirking a little as he looked down at her. “You really want my dick in you? Then you’re gonna have to beg. I wanna hear you…nice and loud. Don’t be shy now.”

  “Are you kidding?” She writhed in frustration.

  He chuckled and removed his fingers from her completely, refusing to touch her. He reached out with one arm and grabbed a condom from the drawer, carefully tearing open the packet so he didn’t rip the delicate rubber inside; he’d done that one too many times and it was pretty annoying having to grab another one. Anything that slowed down the process of intercourse was an annoyance, but Tyler had always practiced safe sex. The way he slept around it would be crazy to do anything else.

  “No, I’m not kidding,” he smirked as he looked down at his cock to slowly roll on the condom. “I want you to beg for my dick.”

  “Gimme your dick,” she mumbled non-commitally.

  “Not good enough. Louder.” The condom was on now, and he was ready to go, whenever she was. He took hold of both her legs and spread them, situating himself in between them and leaning down over her. He wasn’t touching her where she wanted to be touched, and he knew it must be pretty frustrating for her.

  “Come on,” she huffed a bit and wriggled around on her back, bending her legs and li
fting her hips up to try and press herself against the tip of his cock.

  He pulled back just in time and laughed a little, shaking his head. “Uh-uh, not yet. Not until you’ve asked properly. Not until you’ve begged like a good girl.”

  Jamia gave a groan of frustration and moved one hand to touch herself, needing some kind of contact. Tyler grabbed her wrist and yanked it out of the way sharply. “No,” he snapped. “You don’t get to touch yourself, that’s not how it works.”

  “Oh come on,” she huffed.

  Just to make sure she wasn’t tempted to disobey him, he took hold of both her wrists and pinned them down either side of her head, leaning over her and dominating her with his expression, glaring into her eyes and daring her to disobey. The tip of his cock was just nudging against the warm wetness of her entrance, right where they both wanted it to be.

  She whined, and wriggled a bit in protestation. “Come on!”

  “Say the magic words,” he insisted darkly, knowing she’d have to cave eventually.

  “Alright, alright!” She screeched, panting a little already and wriggling her hips about, just trying to get him to push inside her a tiny bit more than he was. That tiny touch wasn’t enough, especially now he’d stopped stimulating her with his fingers.

  He stayed silent, watching her expectantly, waiting, ready to penetrate her any second, quietly willing her to say the words and wanting this just as much as she was, if not more.

  “P-please,” she mumbled, quiet at first.

  “A little louder,” he encouraged.

  “Please,” she gasped, still not loud enough but getting there, sounding more insistent and desperate.

  “More.”

  “Please!” This time she was forceful, and louder.

  He started to push inside her ever so slightly, about an inch, but not enough to completely satisfy her.

  “More.”

  “Please!” She cried out again, then once more louder than ever, practically shouting and screaming. It was a good job he lived alone in a mansion. “PLEASE!”