Page 32 of One Hot Daddy

The sultry tone of her voice drives me mad.

I spin round, and she's right there.Close enough that I could kiss her.But that will wait until we're safely ensconced in the house.

"Kiss me," she whispers."I need your tongue tangling with mineright now."

"I'd rather devour your cream.And the aroma of it is already intoxicating me."

Can't wait one second longer.My mouth finds hers.Soft at first.Tentative.Then she makes a small sound in the back of her throat, and something inside me snaps.I crush her against the door as my tongue tangles with hers.She tastes like every decadent food on earth---sweet and addictive.Her hands fist in my shirt while she drags me closer.Somehow, I get the key to work and stumble through the doorway with Jennifer in my arms.

I kick the door shut behind us, pushing her against the wall.

She thrusts her tongue into my mouth with a ravenous hunger that makes me growl and grunt.

"Hurry, Fletcher.I've wanted this for so long, I can't hold back much longer."

"Neither can I."

She's right.I've been fighting this attraction ever since our first forbidden encounter.How many times did I tell myself it was inappropriate, and we can't do it again.She deserves better than a knackered single father with more baggage than Heathrow Airport.But right now, with her hands on my chest and her lips swollen from my kisses, I've forgotten why I was fighting it.

I lift her blouse over her head, dropping it onto the floor.She's wearing a pale pink bra that nearly translucent.Her breasts are perfect, full and soft and begging for my mouth on them.

"You're so fucking beautiful, Jennifer."

Pink blooms on her cheeks, and that blush is the sexiest thing I've ever seen.I love watching her blush like that while my cock is buried inside her so deep that I'll know she's mine.Completely mine.Maybe we should chat first, or perhaps have a sandwich.No, you bloody moron, get naked and make her scream for you.Do it now.

I sweep her into my arms, surprising her with a low grunt of effort.Once she locks her arms lock around my neck, I carry her toward the stairs and take them three at a time.My bedroom's just down the hall.So, I kick the door open with my foot, not bothering with the lamp.The moonlight spilling through the window is enough, and I lay her down on my bed.Jennifer reaches behind her back to unhook her pink bra, tossing it away.The garment lands on the floor halfway across the room.The rest of her clothes go next.Her luscious tits are even more beautiful than I remembered, full and perfect, with nipples that make my mouth water.I drag my tongue over my lips as I reach for her, desperate to taste her skin again.But Jennifer as other ideas.

"Your turn, Big Daddy," she purrs."Strip, Fletcher.Now."

I fling my shirt away, and it flutters to the floor.Then her hands are on my chest, exploring every ridge and valley.I shut my eyes and let myself feel every sensation.Her soft fingers explore me while I try to unzip my trousers.My hands are trembling, which makes it difficult to undress, especially with Jennifer virtually salivating when she gazes at my cock.But with Herculean resolve, I finally ditch my trousers.Next, I awkwardly get rid of my underwear, nearly ramming my elbow into Jennifer in the process.Only after I've completed that task do I realize I'm still wearing my shoes and socks.

"Fletcher, look at me.Please.Let me see every inch of that incredible body."She smirks as her focus shifts down to my groin."No dad bod here, that's for sure."

Jennifer gazes at me reverently as if I'm some sort of miracle.Like I'm not simply a knackered single father with gray creeping into his hair and worry lines etched around his eyes.

Her gaze travels down my body, halting at my groin."Let me tell you just how hot you are."

Before I can protest, she's kissing my chest.Working her way down with her tongue until she finds one of my nipples.I hiss in a sharp breath as she takes it between her teeth.

"Bloody hell, Jennifer."

She smiles against my skin."I like the way you say my name when you're losing control."

My hands find her hair.Tangle in the soft strands."You haven't seen me lose control yet."

I flip us around until she's the one against the bed.My mouth finds her throat.I taste salt and something uniquely her.She arches beneath me, pressing those perfect breasts against my chest.

"Fletcher, please."

I must slow down and make this good for her.But when she whispers my name like that, all rational thought flies out the window.

My hands work at the button of her jeans.She lifts her hips to help me slide them down her legs along with her knickers.Pink lace that matches her bra.Christ, she's gorgeous.Every inch of her.

I kneel between her legs, drinking in the sight of her.Her chest rises and falls rapidly.Her green eyes are dark with want.

"You're staring," she breathes.

"Can't help it."My voice comes out rough."You're perfect."