Single Dad Can’t Get Enough

by Hamel, B. B.

  I stare at her and my cock grows hard as my pulse pounds in my ears.

  Gorgeous. Holy shit, she’s gorgeous. Firm, perky breasts, pink hard nipples, flat stomach, round, tight ass. Oh my god, she’s absolutely fucking incredible.

  She tilts her head up to me. “That’s the opposite of what I had in mind.”

  “Too bad,” I whisper and kiss her.

  She kisses me back, wraps her arms around my neck, and I lift her up off her feet, carrying her into the living room.

  7

  Kim

  I didn’t expect this. I didn’t know it would happen. All I wanted was a shower and some clothes, but then he looked at me with pure, incredible lust, and I just…

  I needed it. I knew it the moment he looked at my body wrapped in a towel. I probably knew what I was doing, coming down the steps. I wasn’t thinking it, but I had to have known.

  He carries me into the living room. He’s so big, so strong. His arms are muscular, ripped really. He falls down onto the couch, bringing me down into his lap. I’m straddling him, totally naked, still a little damp from the shower. Goosebumps cover my skin and he kisses me, hands on my breasts, teasing me.

  I groan into his kiss. I haven’t been touched like this in a long time, maybe ever. It’s so strange, kissing him because I want it, only because I want it.

  And it feels good, so good. I move my hips along him before I pull his shirt off. I want to see that body again, those muscles. I kiss his neck and chest as he grabs my hair and holds it tight. He pulls it back and kisses my nipples, licking them, biting them gently. I groan in pleasure and pull his hair in response.

  His fingers move between my legs as he kisses me. “Well, look at you,” he growls. “Dripping wet.”

  “I did just shower.”

  “I’m pretty sure that’s not why you’re soaked.”

  “I don’t know. The water was pretty soaking.”

  He laughs softly and I feel his finger slide inside me. I gasp and throw my head back.

  “Oh, god,” I moan.

  “That’s why you’re wet. Right there. That’s why. You want this badly, Kim. You want me to taste you, don’t you?”

  “Oh my god,” I moan again as his fingers move back out. He finds my clit and teases me. He knows what he’s doing, his fingers moving fast along my slit, opening me up and working me.

  He turns me and pushes me down onto the couch. He pins me down there, his warm body covering mine. He’s so much bigger than me, so enormous and powerful, it drives me absolutely wild with need. He kisses my chest and neck and nipples before moving down between my legs.

  “Erik,” I gasp as he spreads them wide. His tongue licks my inner thigh, kisses me, his fingers find my clit. I moan and roll my hips until his tongue finally finds my pussy.

  He licks me top to bottom. His tongue rolls around my folds, spreads me open, slips inside. He licks me faster, sucks my clit, teasing me. I groan and grab onto his hair. I can’t help myself. I move my hips and he keeps licking and sucking me, wild with it.

  “Fuck, Kim,” he whispers, burying his fingers inside me. I arch my back, moaning. “You’re delicious. I knew it just looking at you. You’re gorgeous, fucking beautiful, and your pussy tastes like heaven. I could taste you all fucking night.” He kisses my breasts, teasing them, fingers sliding in and out, fucking me. “I could tease you for eternity.”

  “Do it,” I moan.

  “But I’d rather give you what you really need.” He kisses my lips, fingers buried deep between my legs. “You want that, don’t you?”

  “Oh, god, yes,” I groan. “I want it.” I grab his hair tight. “I need it.”

  “I know you do.”

  He leans back and slides his fingers back out. I groan and watch as he unbuckles his belt. He stands, takes his jeans off, kicks them aside. His cock is hard and pressing against his boxer briefs. I sit up on the couch in front of him, reaching up to take them off.

  He grabs my hands and looks into my eyes. Pure lust is there, but something else as well. Something… hesitant.

  Gently, I pull down his boxer briefs. His cock is rock hard and absolutely enormous. I let out a little gasp when I see it. I take him in my hands and stroke him top to bottom before licking him, circling my tongue around his tip, tasting him.

  He growls gently, a little groan, and grabs my hair. It’s still wet but neither of us really care about that anymore.

  I take him into my mouth. I suck his cock, his enormous, thick cock. I’ve never seen anything like it before and my heart’s beating wildly just thinking about him between my legs. He’s going to rip me to pieces, tear me to shreds, and I need it. I can’t wait for it.

  I keep sucking him. I move a little faster, a little faster. He growls his delight and pushes me deep. I gag and pull back, stroking him, a smile on my lips.

  “You look so fucking gorgeous with my cock in your mouth,” he whispers. “Fuck, you look gorgeous no matter what you’re doing.”

  “I bet you think so,” I say. “Since I’m naked right now.”

  He teases my breasts. “I wanted you the second I saw you. You know that?”

  “Is that why you rented to me?”

  He smirks. “I rented to you because you were the first person to show up.”

  “Ouch.”

  “Also because I thought it might be fun to have a sexy little girl living in my back yard.”

  I tilt my head, stroking him up and down. “I bet you did.” I take him into my mouth again and suck him faster. I move, my body rolling as I take him, losing myself in the simple act of giving pleasure. I love it, I realize. I love having his cock in my mouth, hearing him groan. I love trying to take him all the way down, even though I know I can’t, I’ll never get close.

  But I want to try anyway.

  I gag, keep going. I stroke his shaft with both hands, sucking his tip. He moans and pushes me down then pulls me back. He kisses me, tongue in my mouth, before dragging me up onto my knees, turning me around, bending me over the back of the couch, knees spread wide, back arched.

  He slaps my ass and I gasp. I look over my shoulder as he grabs my hips and presses his cock against my dripping wet pussy. He moves himself between my legs, getting my wetness all over his shaft.

  “You want me to fill you to the brim, don’t you?” he whispers in my ear

  “Yes, please,” I moan. “I want it. Fuck me.”

  He teases me with his tip, pushing it in just a little bit. “You want me to take you?”

  “Take me,” I groan.

  “You want me to fuck your tight, pretty little cunt?”

  “Yes,” I gasp.

  And he pushes himself inside.

  He fills me to the brim. Pleasure and pain rip through me and I gasp, body tightening. He reaches a hand around my hips and teases my clit softly as his cock moves in and out, nice and slow. He kisses me over my shoulder and I grip the back of the couch hard. My fingers dig into the fabric but he doesn’t stop. He fucks me slowly at first, getting my pussy used to it.

  “Just like I thought,” he purrs. “Tight and fucking warm and so deliciously soaking wet. You’re slick for me, you dirty girl. You’ve been thinking about this moment. You’ve been thinking about your landlord fucking your tight little pussy.”

  “Yes,” I moan. “I have. God, I really have.”

  “Good, good girl.” He fucks me a little faster. He spanks my ass, sending a tingle of pleasure and pain through me. “That’s what I like. A filthy fucking girl that needs her cunt fucked and taken. I want to take you, Kim. Are you going to give every inch of yourself to me?”

  “Do what you want,” I moan. “I need it. I need to feel good.”

  He fucks me faster. He spanks my ass harder, filling me to the brim, rolling his cock in and out faster and faster. I gasp and groan and wiggle my hips against him. He growls and grabs on and takes me harder. I love the way he fills me. I can’t help myself. I’m moaning the whole time, my voice getting louder.<
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  He puts a hand over my mouth. “Not too loud,” he warns. “Annie’s asleep.”

  “Shit,” I whisper.

  “That’s okay.” He strokes hard into me and covers my mouth again. “I’ll keep you quiet.”

  He fucks me hard. I moan into his hand and bite down. He groans but doesn’t pull back. He fucks me, ripping his cock into my pussy. I’m riding back against him and we’re fucking, bodies sweating, lost in the bliss of rolling together, fucking together, working together.

  He turns me around and kisses me before pushing me down onto my back. He spreads my legs wide and fucks me again. I feel my breasts with my hands, holding them, and he watches, his eyes dark with lust.

  “Look at your sexy little body,” he croons. “Look at you, filthy girl. You love taking cock. You were born for it.”

  “Yes,” I moan. “Oh, god, yes.”

  He kisses me, fucks me faster. We grind, bodies working, his cock buried between my legs. I wrap my arms around his neck and he kisses me as he hits my spot over and over again, huge cock stroking in and out.

  I’m blissed out, rolling on a wave of pure pleasure. He pins my arms above my head, bites my nipples gently, licking them, teasing them, fucking me. He’s taking me, every inch of me, and I love it. I really love it.

  “Come on,” I pant, sweating, moaning. “I need it, come on, Erik.”

  He rips into me, fucking me harder, my hands pinned above my head. He’s taking every inch of me, dominating me, controlling me. That’s the kind of man he is, I can feel it in every kiss, every stroke. I can feel it in the way he takes me.

  He wants all of me and I want to give it to him.

  “Erik,” I pant, moaning. “Oh, god.”

  “You’re close. You want to come on my big, fat cock, don’t you?”

  “Yes,” I gasp.

  “You want it bad?”

  “Please.”

  “Be a good girl then and come for me. Go ahead, come on my big cock.” He fucks me harder, faster. I’m moaning, lost in it, blissed out and floating with pleasure.

  “Keep going.” Every muscle in my body tenses. “Oh, god, Erik.”

  He growls and it tips me over the edge. I come for him, an explosion of pure pleasure, rolling down through my pussy, all up my spine and back. It’s incredible, it’s the best orgasm I’ve ever had, without a doubt. It makes me breathless, still moaning.

  And he’s not done. He pumps inside me, fucking me faster, faster. He growls and stares at me, at my lips, at my breasts. I love the way he looks at me, like I’m the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen.

  He comes inside of me. He fills me up, coming deep inside my pussy. I moan for him, wanting every drop of it. I can feel him coming hard and deep, an explosion of seed.

  When he’s finished, he kisses me, long and slow.

  “Well now,” he whispers, still between my legs. “That was unexpected.”

  “Yeah,” I agree and giggle a little. I’m floating and happy and everything’s forgotten.

  “But in a good way.”

  “Yeah,” I say softer.

  He kisses me slowly. When we finish, I find the towel and wrap it around me. “I, uh, still need clothes.”

  “Oh, right.” He laughs a little. “Come on. You can shower again if you want.”

  “Okay. Maybe, if you’re willing to join me?”

  “I’d love to.” He stands and helps me up. He holds my hand and leads me upstairs.

  We get in the shower together. We kiss, clean each other, and when we get out, by the time we make it into bed, he’s rock hard again.

  “I guess there’s more,” I say.

  “If you can handle it.”

  I kiss him softly then bite his lip. “Let’s find out.”

  So we do.

  8

  Erik

  I wake up in a heady cloud of pleasure and memory. It’s around six, which means Annie’s going to get up soon.

  But for now, I look over at Kim, still sleeping beside me.

  She’s wearing an old t-shirt and shorts and she looks fucking perfect. I want to kiss her, taste her, but I hold back. No need to wake her. I worked the girl hard last night, made her pussy come a few more times before we finally fell asleep, spent and exhausted.

  I slip out of bed, brush my teeth, and throw on some clothes. I take the monitor downstairs and make coffee. By the time I’m done with my first cup, Annie’s awake. I go up, get her, change her diaper, and bring her down for breakfast.

  Kim comes wandering down not long later.

  “Hi,” she says.

  Annie looks over and squeals. “Kim!” she says.

  Kim laughs and gives her a hug. “Hi, Annie.”

  “Come, Kim. Come, Kim,” she says, leading her by the hand to the table. “Chee-ros.”

  “Cheerios,” I correct her gently. “You can have whatever you want, Kim.”

  “You said you can make pancakes,” she says.

  “Good choice. Coffee’s ready if you want any.”

  She gets up and pours herself a cup. As she does it, I slip a hand onto the small of her back. “Morning,” I say.

  She smiles. “Morning.”

  I let her go. Annie’s watching and I won’t go any further than that. Things are too complicated as it is.

  Last night was incredible. All that fucking, all that pleasure, being so intimate with someone… I didn’t know I could still do that. I thought it was all gone with Stacey, but Kim woke something up inside of me, something that’s been asleep or dormant or just gone for so long.

  It felt good. God damn, did it feel good.

  I get to work. I make some pancakes for me and Kim and give Annie some more milk. When she’s done, I let my little girl go play in the living room.

  I finish the pancakes and serve them up. “Wow,” she says. “This is amazing.”

  “Thanks.” I sit down and take a bite. “Not bad.”

  “Not bad?” Her eyes go wide and she stuffs another bite into her mouth. “Freaking incredible.”

  I laugh and watch her eat for a second. There’s nothing quite like watching a beautiful woman shovel in your cooking.

  Except for watching a beautiful woman ride your hard cock. That’s a little bit better, I’d say.

  “Glad you like it.”

  She grins at me and sips her coffee. “You’re being too nice, you know. When we first met, I thought you were going to be a hard-ass.”

  “I am,” I say. “I guess I just have a soft spot for pretty girls.”

  “I can see that.” She laughs a little. “God, it’s almost like yesterday didn’t happen.”

  “True.” I frown a little bit. “But it did.”

  “Yeah.” She puts her fork down and takes a deep breath. “I think I should tell you what the was all about.”

  “Kim—”

  “Look, I thought about it, okay? In between you fucking me senseless, but I thought about it.”

  I laugh a little. “All right.”

  “If I’m going to be staying here, you have a right to know. I already brought it into your life and that wasn’t fair, so you need to know what it is, right?”

  “I’d appreciate it. But I’m not forcing anything. You can stay here even if you want to keep it to yourself.”

  “No, I need to share.” She bites her lip and glances toward the living room. “At least for her sake.”

  I nod and don’t say a word. I just sip my coffee and let her gather herself for a second.

  She lets out a breath and nods. “Okay. Please don’t hold this against me too much, okay?”

  “I’ll try not to.”

  She bites her lip. “My dad died when I was young. I was three, I don’t remember it, but apparently my mom was pretty broken up.”

  “I’m sorry,” I say.

  “I don’t even know him, but thanks. My mom, she didn’t take it… very well. She went searching after that, got really into wellness and hippie shit. We lived in California, righ
t? It was easy to find all that stuff.”

  “Sure,” I say, although there’s not so much as a health food store in all of Summersville, let alone something like the concept of wellness.

  “That’s when she found Balancogen.”

  I raise an eyebrow. “What’s that?”

  “It’s a made-up word but basically means the study of natural science. Really, it’s the worship of natural science, except there’s no real science at all involved.” She makes a face and looks away. “The man that created Balancogen is named Mark. You met him yesterday.”

  “Ah,” I say softly and her story clicks into focus.

  “I didn’t know what I was a part of, not until I got older. It was just normal for me, you know? I grew up in it for a long time. We were pretty happy when I was young. Things were good, Balancogen was growing, more people were joining the group. I had friends, even a boyfriend when I was thirteen, but that only lasted a little while.” She laughs softly but there’s an edge to it. “Mom was happy at least. She bought into it, really went deep into it. She thought Mark was some kind of genius saint. Everyone did, really. The man you saw last night… he wasn’t always like that.”

  I nod a little bit. “I’m sure he wasn’t.”

  “We all believed in him. Trusted in him. I was raised to respect him.” She stops again, bites her lip for a second, sips her coffee. “Anyway, I grew out of it. I got older, started seeing the chips, the flaws. Things stopped making sense. Some bad things happened that I don’t want to talk about…” She trails off and shakes her head.

  “Take your time. It’s okay.”

  She takes a deep breath and lets it out. “Anyway. I ran away one night. Just packed a bag, stole a bunch of money, and left. Really, it was my money, I earned it, but they wouldn’t let me keep it. Everyone shared everything, right?” She laughs bitterly. “Absolutely everything.”

  “I’m sorry,” I say, not sure what else to say.

  “It’s okay. I’ve been running from Balancogen and Mark for a while now. Been all over the country, never settling, never letting them catch up. When I came here, I was tired, you know? Sick of living on the road. Sick of people being bastards, even sick of people being too nice. I just wanted to settle down and try to have a life. That’s when we met… and here we are.”