Mustang Daddy - A Single Daddy, Small Town Second Chance Romance

by Sienna Parks

  I unbutton his shirt, sliding my hand underneath to feel his taut skin. As soon as I touch his chest, he tugs his shirt off dropping it next to my bra. His lips never lose contact with mine, and when I press my breasts against him, I’m rewarded with a seductive groan.

  “Fuck. You feel amazing.” He pulls my hair, exposing my neck to his gaze. “So fucking pretty.” He kisses behind my ear sending a shiver straight down my spine.

  He continues leisurely kissing down my neck. His hands move to cup my breasts; rolling my nipples between his thumb and forefinger until they harden under his touch. I can’t stifle a moan. It feels incredible.

  “You fit my hands perfectly.”

  He moves his lips down to my right breast, taking the nipple into his mouth, flicking his tongue around and over the tip, his groans of pleasure sending delicious vibrations through my nipple and straight to my sex. His hand continues to knead my other breast while his free hand pushes my dress down over my hips to the floor.

  “Lie on the bed, sweets.” I do as he asks, very aware that I’m naked apart from my white lace thong. “Christ, you’re gorgeous.”

  He climbs onto the bed, parting my legs with his knees so he can move closer, kissing me with such passion that my lips begin to swell, but I don’t care. Every touch is magnificent, and I want more. There’s an ache building inside me that I know only he can satisfy.

  “I need to taste you - I can’t wait any longer.” He moves down my body, kissing and nipping at my flesh, his hands caressing my sides, sliding down to my hips.

  “I hope these aren’t your favorite panties.” Before I know what’s happening he rips the lace, exposing me to his burning gaze. “Your pussy is so pretty. Fucking perfect.” He runs his finger down my slick folds. I can’t watch anymore. I close my eyes, fisting my hands in the sheets, letting the sensations wash over me.

  “You’re so wet. I love how responsive you are. Look at me while I pleasure you, Lily.” As I open my eyes, he lifts his hand to his lips and sucks the evidence of my arousal from his fingers. “You taste amazing. But I’m afraid a taste just isn’t going to be enough for me, I want to feast on you.”

  His head dips between my legs, his tongue licking me from my entrance slowly up to my clit. An explosion detonates in my body, every nerve ending singing with delight at the sensation his tongue creates.

  “Oh my God, Xander. Oh my God…” I spread my legs as wide as they’ll go, welcoming anything he wants to give me, arching my back off the bed with pleasure. He’s teasing me, alternating between licking my pussy and kissing my inner thigh, right next to where I need him; the ache between my legs building slowly, becoming almost unbearable. He moves his fingers to my slick entrance, gently pushing one finger inside me.

  “You are so fucking tight.” He works his finger slowly in and out of me, and it feels phenomenal, but I can’t watch. Suddenly there are two fingers pushing into me.

  “Fuck!”

  His lips kiss, while his fingers work inside me. His warm wet tongue flicking over my clit, placing open-mouthed kisses down my folds. When I can’t take it anymore I try to move, but his hand is splayed on my stomach, holding me in place.

  “It’s okay, sweets, I’ve got you.” His tongue is relentless, moving together with his fingers inside me, creating a perfect rhythm…

  “Oh God, don’t stop, please don’t stop… oh my God… Xander… Yes… Yes… Fuck!” My orgasm rips through me, detonating in a perfect wave of sensation, spreading throughout my entire body, radiating from my core to my toes and out to my fingertips. He gently kisses and nuzzles my sex as I ride the aftershocks, bringing be back down slowly.

  He moves from between my legs and comes up to lie next to me, leaning on his side, his head propped up on his arm.

  “You are exquisite when you come. I’ve never seen anything more beautiful in my life.”

  He brushes my hair from my face and places a soft kiss on my lips. I can taste myself on him, and as I suck his tongue into my mouth, he groans in appreciation. I lie back down on the bed trying to catch my breath, before realizing that I’m completely naked. I move to get under the covers but he stops me.

  “Let me look at you. Don’t be shy. Your body is perfect… fucking flawless.” He holds his arms out, and as I cuddle into him, I feel unsure of what should happen next, but I know I want to please him.

  “What about you?” He’s stroking his fingers up and down my back.

  “What about me?”

  “I want to give you an… ‘O.’ I don’t know what you want, though.” He kisses my forehead, squeezing me tight against his side.

  “Sweets, it’s an orgasm – you can say it out loud. Besides, you just gave me the most immense pleasure. I’m fucking ecstatic right now. Tonight is about you. I don’t expect anything.” He kisses my head. “Are you too tired or would you like a bath in that great big tub?”

  “A bath sounds amazing.”

  “Okay, then. You relax while I get it running.” I crawl under the covers as he disappears into the bathroom. I figure it will take a while to fill up the tub - it’s enormous.

  I must have drifted off, because what seems like seconds later, I’m woken up with him stroking my face. “Come on, sweets, your bath awaits.” He lifts me from the bed, cradled in his arms, I wrap myself around his neck, his chest hair tickling my face.

  As we enter the bathroom I gasp, taking in the sight before me. He’s dimmed the lights, filled the bath with sweet smelling bubbles, and candles surround the edge of the tub. It’s so beautiful; I have a lump in my throat.

  He gently sets me down on my feet and holds my hand as I descend into the sunken tub. The water feels fantastic. I look up at him, his eyes watching my every move. Holding my gaze, he unbuttons his jeans and pushes them down; his hard length springing free as boxer shorts drop to the floor. Holy… shit. He is huge. I’m pretty sure that will never fit inside me. God, he is beautiful. Masculine, muscled yet lean, and every glorious inch of his body is made for sex. My stomach is doing somersaults at the sight of him standing naked before me.

  He holds my gaze as he lowers himself into the water, the look in his eyes fierce with an emotion I can’t quite place. Before I can say anything, he lifts me, and positions himself at my back before pulling me in between his legs. I lay my head back against his chest and just enjoy the warmth of his arms wrapped around me. Placing small kisses on my shoulder, enjoying my little moans of pleasure - he makes me feel cherished. It’s a lovely feeling, and one I didn’t realize I’ve been missing in my life.

  “Mmm… Lily - a beautiful name for a stunning woman. Is that your mom’s favorite flower?” He continues to kiss my shoulders and up my neck.

  “No. Actually, she named me after her favorite poem by Ted Hughes To Paint a Water Lily. It’s inspired by Monet’s series of water lilies oil paintings. The poet is talking about the artist depicting the beauty of the lily above the surface of the water, but he delves deeper to explore what lies beneath the surface - the creatures and plant life that no one thinks about, because they’re not pretty. I’ve always thought it was quite fitting for me. I’m rambling, aren’t I?”

  “What do you mean?”

  “Just that people see what they want to see, and generally don’t look at the bad stuff under the surface. Once you see the crazy, there’s no putting it back in the box, like I told you earlier.”

  His grip tightens around me. “There is nothing bad about you, Lily. Inside or out.”

  “You don’t know me.”

  “I might not know everything about you, but I know you. There is nothing you could tell me about yourself that would make me look at you differently.” His tone becomes almost defensive.

  I turn to face him. “Let’s just agree to disagree and leave it at that.”

  I don’t give him the chance to answer me, instead kissing him with everything I have; pouring all of my insecurities into this one kiss, savoring every touch of this wonderful man’s mouth. I flick m
y tongue across his lips, taking his sharp intake of breath as an invitation, dipping my tongue into his mouth, gently stroking and exploring him, twisting and tangling together in a perfect dance.

  “I could kiss you forever.” My heart soars at his words, relishing the effect of my touch as he hardens beneath me. I slide my hand down into the water between our bodies, wrapping it around his hard length.

  “Fuck, baby. Calm down or I’ll embarrass myself. You don’t have to do this.”

  “I want to please you. Let me.”

  Xander’s large hand grips mine around his base. “Are you sure? Don’t touch me unless you’re certain you won’t regret it tomorrow.”

  My voice betrays my nerves. “I’m sure.”

  He slowly guides my hand up and down the length of him. “God, that feels so good. Keep doing that.” He removes his hand and stretches both arms out over the edge of the tub. I watch as he succumbs, his head falling back to rest on the tiles, eyes closed, his breathing shallow – his cock, hard as steel in the palm of my hand.

  “That’s it… faster.” I do as he asks. The arousal that swells within me just from watching him makes me ache for my own release. I quicken my movements, sweeping my thumb over the head of his cock, eliciting a sexy as hell growl from his chest.

  “Fuck, me. That feels amazing, I’m going to come.” I’m pumping his cock hard and fast with my hand, mesmerized by the look on his face, and suddenly he’s shouting my name.

  “Fuck, Lily… Yes... Fucking Hell!” I feel his orgasm rip through him, pulsing down his impressive length. I have never been so turned on in my life. He grabs my face in his hands and ravishes my mouth with his tongue. “You. Are. So. Fucking. Sexy.” He kisses me after each word. “You’ll be the death of me.”

  His hands move from my hair down onto my breasts, one hand continuing a seductive trail to where I have a growing ache - expertly working me with his fingers until he brings me to a quick and intense orgasm.

  “Your body was made for me. You’re mine. Say it. Say you’re mine.”

  “I’m yours, Xander.” I know in this moment that it’s the truth.

  I’m so exhausted after our exertions in the tub that he has to lift me out, and wrapping me in a towel, he carries me through to the bed, laying me down gently.

  “I’ll be back in a minute, sweets.” He quickly dries off and pulls on his jeans. He disappears from the room and I hear the front door open. Within five minutes he’s back in the bedroom with two bags – I recognize one of them.

  “Okay, don’t get mad at me. I wasn’t assuming anything would happen between us, but I like to be prepared, so I called Addi on Thursday and asked if she would make an overnight bag for you, just in case you wanted to stay here... with me.”

  I know I probably should be mad that he went behind my back, and maybe even for hoping I would spend the night on our first date, but I just can’t be annoyed at him. I believe that he just wanted to take care of me.

  “It’s fine. I’m not mad. Let’s see what she’s packed for me.” I grab the bag and head into the bathroom.

  Of course, she didn’t pack anything comfortable! The bag is filled with sexy lingerie, and a less than practical outfit for tomorrow. Thanks a lot, Addi. I put on a pair of silk panties from the bag, brush my teeth and open the door. I grab Xander’s white shirt off the floor and quickly slip it on.

  “Damn, woman. My shirt has never looked so good. Get your fine ass over here.”

  “Do you mind if I wear it? Addi didn’t pack anything comfortable or practical.”

  “It’s yours.”

  He’s changed out of his jeans into a pair of PJ bottoms, low slung on his hips, showcasing the hallowed V in all its glory! Turning down the covers he looks up, giving me the sweetest smile.

  “I won’t bite, sweets. Not unless you ask.”

  I quickly jump into bed, nervous about spending the night with this man. I doubt I’ll I get any sleep. I might have to stay awake just to savor the moment. As soon as he gets into the massive bed, he closes the distance between us, pulling me close. He positions me so my back is to his front and snakes his arm around my waist, kissing my hair.

  “Get some rest.” It feels like the most natural thing in the word to be cocooned in Xander’s arms.

  “Goodnight.” I cuddle in and drift off into the most peaceful sleep I’ve had since I was fifteen years old.

  I wake up in the same position I fell asleep; wrapped in the warm embrace of an incredible man. The only difference is that Xander has slung a leg over mine in his sleep, so even if I wanted to escape, I’m pinned to the bed. Of course, I don’t want to move a muscle. I lie listening to the soft sounds of his even breathing for what seems like hours, enjoying the warmth and connection.

  “Good morning, Miss Tate.” He presses his body against mine and nuzzles at my neck. “I could get used to this. Did you sleep well?”

  “I did, actually. I haven’t slept that well in years. You?” I look at him expectantly.

  “I had a great sleep.” He continues to kiss my neck, his cock pressing against my ass, hardening with each kiss.

  “What would you like to do today? I thought maybe we could grab some breakfast here, take a shower and then do whatever you want for the rest of the day.”

  His voice is rough and sexy. I would literally do anything with him today.

  “I really don’t mind - I’m just happy to spend the day with you.” I’m interrupted by his phone ringing.

  “Shit, I have to take this,” he says, frowning at the screen.

  “Go ahead, I’ll rustle up some breakfast and give you some privacy.”

  When everything’s ready I go in search of Xander and as I walk down the hall, I can’t help but overhear his conversation.

  “What the fuck is she playing at? Find out what she wants David… I get that… I don’t care… fuck… just ask her what it will take to get rid of her and make it happen. I’ll be back tonight. We’ll talk then.”

  I don’t want him to know I overheard his conversation so I creep back toward the kitchen and shout that breakfast is ready. He comes striding out, his hair tousled from running his hands through it. There’s a storm in his eyes; frustration; fear even, and I wonder what’s gotten him so riled. Maybe I don’t want to know.

  “Everything okay?” That gets his attention, and his face softens as he drinks me in.

  “Yes. Just some work stuff to sort out - nothing that can’t wait till Monday. This smells delicious. Is there no end to your talents?” I guess that’s the end of that conversation.

  We eat our breakfast with an uninterrupted view of the sea, watching the waves lap at the shore. With the decision made to visit the marina and grab some lunch, I begin to clear the dishes. He comes up behind me, snaking his arms around my waist. His breath soft on my ear.

  “Will you shower with me, Lily?” I turn in his arms, utterly beguiled by his ice-blue gaze.

  He lifts me up and across to the kitchen island and places me on top, parting my legs with his body. He gently caresses my skin with his lips, planting soft kisses every few seconds; his tongue running down the length of my neck and back up to my ear. My breath is shallow and erratic as his lips connect with mine. I can’t stop the groan that his taste elicits. His hand grasps the back of my head as he deepens the kiss, moaning his appreciation into my mouth. He pulls away panting and grabs my waist; throwing me over his shoulder, making his way back to the bedroom. I can’t stop laughing, yelling at him to put me down, but he just smacks my ass.

  “No can do, baby. We’re going for a shower. I can’t take no for an answer.” He doesn’t put me down while he switches on the water and grabs some towels.

  What I’m not expecting is for him to lift me right into the shower, still wearing his shirt. I squeal when he finally puts me down.

  “Oh. Sweets. You’re soaking wet, I better get you out of this shirt.” With a cheeky grin on his face he unbuttons the shirt, pushing it down my arms, letting
it slap down onto the tile floor. He quickly removes his pants and kicks our clothes to the corner. We stand still, taking in the sight of each other. He looks glorious standing naked before me; the hot water raining down his body. I want to lick every inch of him.

  “You’re perfect,” I whisper.

  “You said that the day I met you. I can’t believe it’s not even been a week. Somehow you’re a part of me that I didn’t realize I needed.” His eyes roam up and down my body.

  “God, you’re gorgeous.” Moving closer, he presses his wet body against mine, his impressive length hardening between us. His hands begin to roam all over my body, leaving behind a trail of fire and desire.

  “I. Want. You. So. Badly.” Kissing me between each word.

  “Can you feel how it would be for us? Tell me you do.” He drops to his knees in front of me, kissing my stomach, nipping and biting from hip to hip, his hands cupping my ass. He grabs my leg and places it on his shoulder, opening me up to his gaze. Running his fingers over my sex. “This is mine. Do you understand?” I’m mesmerized by him, letting myself bask in the sensation of his touch, together with the water beating down on me from above. “Answer me, Miss Tate. Do you understand?”

  “Yes, Xander… God… Yes.” His mouth is on me, ravaging me, sucking on my clit. Fucking hell, that feels good. My hips grind into his face, forcing him to take more of me; to work me harder with his tongue. He kisses my clit down through my throbbing folds and with a decisive thrust, his tongue is inside me, thrusting back and forth, circling my entrance. I grab his hair in my hands, holding his mouth to my pussy, grinding harder against him - faster, and faster.

  “Oh God… that feels unbelievable.” The delicious build-up in my core heralds an explosive release.

  He stills his head, letting me set the pace; suckling on my clit. I can’t hold back anymore. Lights flash behind my eyes, electricity shooting through my body, causing my legs to shake.