The Single Dad (The Dalton Family, #3)

by Marni Mann

his hand landed on me. It held my cheek as his thumb pulled at my lip—I hadn’t even realized I had been chewing on it—and he freed it from my teeth. “What I’m thinking about is your mouth.” He ran his thumb over my bottom lip and then the top. “What it would taste like. What it would feel like.” His gaze was there, on the spot he was speaking about, making those same lips part. “And I don’t know how much longer I can wait to find out.”

“In less than three minutes, I’m going to taste how wet you are.”

My hands just needed to touch her. My lips just had to be on her. I fucking needed this girl. And I couldn’t wait. I couldn’t hold off. I couldn’t stop what was already in motion. Nor did I want to.

I wanted to savor her. But I didn’t have the patience to take my time tonight. I needed her wetness covering my face. Her screams filling my ears.

It fucking ached to be inside her. “Ford …” She was tilting her head up, staring down at me with a hunger in her eyes and on her lips. “You’re going to make me come.” I wanted to taste it. To watch it. To hear her scream. To know I was the one giving her this feeling.

I positioned my hands at the crotch of her stretch pants and pulled until the cotton ripped. “Ford!” “I’ll buy you ten more pairs.” I created a sizable hole and demanded, “Get over here. Sit on my fucking face.”