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

by Sienna Parks

  “Did you just snort?” I can’t stifle my own laugh at this point.

  “Yes… yes, I did. So what? Don’t be a dick. A gentleman would never draw attention to such things.”

  “Oh sweetheart, you and I both know that I am anything but a gentleman, especially when it comes to you.”

  I scoop her off the seat and cradle her in my lap before licking the seam of her plump red lips, eliciting a sexy little moan from her. She opens up, darting her tongue out to meet mine, and it’s like fireworks going off as they twist and tangle, stroke and explore. We move in perfect harmony, our mouths and tongues fucking each other, taking what we need; trying to quench the undeniable desire between us. I’m not going to be able to get out of this cab with the raging hard-on I have just from this one kiss.

  She can feel the length of me growing beneath her sweet little ass, and she doesn’t shy away, instead she starts wriggling on my lap; driving me crazy and making me desperate to impale her on my cock, right here in this cab. The sly grin that she shoots me doesn’t mask the arousal I see in her eyes. She is just as turned on by me, and two can play at this game. I pull her harder against my lap as I start to grind my hips, forcing her to feel how hard I am, making sure she is positioned so I’m rubbing right over her most sensitive area; the hardness of my jeans adding to her pleasure. A tiny moan escapes her and I know we need to stop, or this evening is going to turn out very differently.

  “Thank fuck, we’re here.” The cab stops and I throw money at the driver before jumping out of the cab with Addi still in my arms.

  “What the hell? That is not the reaction a girl wants when she’s grinding on your cock.” I throw my head back laughing at how damn funny she is.

  “I’m trying to give you a proper date before I slide my cock inside you, baby, but you’re making it difficult with your sexy ass and your smart mouth. If you touch my boner with any part of your body one more time, there won’t be a date. There will be, you and me, and your clothes on my bedroom floor.” I give her a swift kiss and set her down on her feet, taking her hand in mine and striding towards the bowling alley.

  Addi finds it hilarious that I’ve arranged for new bowling shoes to be ready and waiting for us when we arrive. I know I said no flashy stuff, and I don’t consider this fancy or flashy – it’s just fucking hygienic. I plan on licking her from head to toe later and I don’t want her pretty little feet inside a used pair of bowling shoes. That is just fucking disgusting. She finds it hysterical and as per usual decides to make fun of me.

  “Are you a clean freak germaphobe, Carter? Bad boy player scared of wearing someone else’s shoes? Poor baby.” This girl really amuses herself; giggling away at her own jokes. She still gladly accepts the new shoes and heads toward our lane to get started. This is going to be fun.

  The place is jumping, we have drinks on the way, and Addi is setting up our names on the scoreboard. I take a look up at the screen to find ADDI and PLAYER in big letters staring back at me with a sly grin.

  “Nice, Addison… nice. Let’s make this game a little more interesting, shall we? How about... some truth or dare? If you get a strike you get to ask me anything you want, or I do a dare, and vice versa.” She likes this, I can see the mischief twinkling in her eyes.

  “You’re on, hot shot. And whoever gets the most strikes, gets to pick a dare for the other person, and you have to do it.”

  Oh, I’m going to enjoy this.

  “You have yourself a deal.” I hold out my hand to shake on it, pulling her flush against my body as soon as our fingers touch. I run my free hand up her back and into her hair, pulling her head up to just the right angle for me to lick the crease of her lips. “Oh, I am going to enjoy picking a dare for you. It will definitely involve you… naked… and my cock.” She licks her bottom lip before biting it, trying to stifle a moan.

  “Let’s play.”

  I break contact with her, and as much as it makes my balls ache, I enjoy the bereft look on her face as I saunter past to pick my ball – a big, blue, rock-solid ball… apt for how I’m feeling right now! Thankfully, I get a strike on my first shot, so I don’t look like a dick.

  “Truth or dare, baby?” I say as I spin around to face her.

  “Truth.” She looks a little nervous, so I start her off with something simple.

  “What’s your full name, Addi?”

  I see the relief as she picks her ball and brushes past me. “Addison… Stone… Warner.”

  How does she make her name sound like a sexual treat as it rolls off her tongue and washes over me? Addison… I like the sound of that as I imagine myself shouting it; grunting it as I spill my come into her tight little pussy. Fuck… I need to distract myself. Easier said than done as I watch her sashay up to take her shot, her perfect ass calling for me to bite it, and claim it. I’m going to make it my mission to show her how much pleasure I can give her.

  She’s jumping up and down as the pins go crashing to the ground; the screen flashing for a strike. Why do I get the feeling I’m about to get hustled? With a smug look on her face she struts over to me.

  “Your turn. Truth or dare?” Shit, I can already see this backfiring on me.

  “Truth, but go easy on me… Addison.” God, I love saying her name like that.

  “How many women have you slept with?” Holy fuck, straight for the jugular.

  “Really, Addi? This is how you want to start our date… thinking about the women I’ve slept with?”

  “I just want to know what level of man-whore I’m dealing with. Should I be worried? Just answer the damn question.” I do not want to be having this conversation with her. She seems quite playful with it, but I know this is going to kill her good mood. I run my fingers through my hair a few times before I can bring myself to answer her.

  “I don’t know, Addi. I don’t have a little black book of all my sexual conquests, and I don’t have notches on my bedpost. I’ve slept with a lot of women. It’s in the triple figures. I’m not proud of it, and I’m not ashamed of it. I have my reasons and that’s the way I’ve lived my life up until now. If I wasn’t this way, I would never have been so forceful when I met you – and something tells me you like the way I take what I want…” I leave that hanging in the air and turn to take my next shot. She’s gracious enough to accept my answer, and move on.

  We have a great time, and Addi totally kicks my ass in our strike competition. I knew she was on the hustle when she was so eager for the end wager. We’ve found out all kinds of crazy information about each other and even squeeze in some silly dares. She is so much fun to be around, I can’t help but smile; she’s fucking adorable. I dared her to go get a phone number from a cute blonde girl playing a few lanes over from us. I thought she’d bail and just take a question, but the little minx works her magic and saunters back to me waving a napkin in my face, with not only the girl’s number but a pretty pink lipstick kiss on it. I’ve got a semi from watching her flirt with another girl, and now I need to get her back to my place ASAP.

  “Read it and weep! You’re not the only player in town.” She’s joking with me, but the image of her leaving my club with that prick comes to mind and makes me want to punch something. I try to shake it off while I order another round of drinks. The waitress that brings them is a shameless flirt and as much as I try to ignore her, she doesn’t get the hint and starts touching my arm, completely disregarding the fact that I’m clearly here with Addi. I’m starting to get annoyed trying to extricate myself from her grasp when Addi casually strolls over and parks herself beside me, running her hand up my back, over my neck and up into my hair before giving it a playful tug; all the while, her glacial stare is fixed on the girl touching my arm.

  “Best not touch things that aren’t yours, sweetheart. That’s how you get a broken nose… when my fist connects with it – in about thirty seconds if you don’t take your grimy little paws off my man.” I am so fucking turned on by her possessiveness; my cock is aching as it hardens in my pant
s, straining against the seam of my jeans. Why is it so goddamn sexy that she’s staking a claim on me? Normally I would run a mile if a woman did that. The waitress makes a sharp exit with a disgruntled look on her face, and I am in awe of the woman beside me.

  “Tut-Tut, Mr. de Rossi. I can’t take you anywhere, can I? Your raw Italian stallion magnetism is just too much for women to resist.” A sly grin creeps across her face, and it is so damn sexy.

  “You know it, baby. The only woman I want to attract with my ‘magnetism’ is standing in front of me, looking sexy as hell, and I’m hoping she’s ready to get out of here.” I pull her close, letting her feel my arousal, and am rewarded with the acknowledgement dancing wistfully in her eyes as I go in for the kill.

  Her lips are perfect, so fucking plump, juicy, and ripe for sinking my teeth into. Her breath quickens with my own as I dip my tongue into her mouth, tasting the alcohol, savoring every lick, flick and suck. Everything around us fades into the background as we begin to indulge in this sensual assault; white noise to our growing passion, desire, and urgency to explore each other’s naked flesh. I lift her, grabbing her tight little ass, forcing her to wrap her legs around my waist as I deepen our kiss; intensity takes over. When the erotic mist surrounding us lifts for a split-second, I realize that I’ve backed her down onto the scoreboard console. I tear my lips from hers, dragging in a ragged breath; aware of people on the surrounding lanes stopping to stare at the scene playing out in front of them.

  I let out a small chuckle before pressing my lips to Addi’s ear. “I need to get you home before we get arrested for indecent exposure. As much as I would love to spend a night with you in handcuffs, I don’t want to share you with anyone. No one gets to see how fucking magnificent you look when you come… except me. Do you understand me, Addison?”

  Her breath becomes more erratic, her chest heaving against my torso as I repeat my question. “Do you understand me? No one.”

  She makes a point of holding my gaze as she gives me the answer I crave. “No one but you, Carter.” I know what a big deal it is for her to give me that… even if only for now. I’ll take what I can get with her, and see where it goes.

  “Let me take you home, Tesoro.” She nods her agreement, and before I know it, I’m opening the door to my apartment - pulling her in behind me. I’m so fucking fixated on her that I didn’t register anything else, from the moment she nodded her head to the moment we arrived here. Privacy and a full night to really explore and enjoy every inch of her delectable body has me buzzing from head to toe with anticipation of the long night ahead.

  ADDI

  My attraction to Carter is unlike anything else I have ever felt in my life. God… I almost had sex with him in a bowling alley full of people; and I wouldn’t have cared as long as he was inside me. It’s my turn to take charge tonight. I need to; it’s the only way I can reconcile whatever is going on between us without running for the hills. I won our bet, so I can do whatever I want and he has to comply; and right now, all I want is to see every inch of his gorgeous, naked body, and feel his rock-hard cock hitting the back of my throat.

  As soon the lock twists into place, I take charge. “Take off your clothes. I won the wager and I dare you to let me take the lead tonight.” He looks a little shocked, but there’s an understanding behind his stunning brown eyes; he knows I need this.

  A slow, sultry, grin spreads across his beautiful face; the slight scruff from the day beginning to cast a rugged shadow along his tanned, chiseled jaw. As he stalks toward me pulling his T-shirt over his head and dropping it to the floor, my stomach starts doing somersaults – Space Mountain has nothing on this guy.

  “Your wish is my command, baby.”

  He holds my gaze as he unbuttons his jeans and pushes them down, along with his boxer shorts. He kicks off his shoes and socks, and steps out of everything else in one swift movement. He stands, confidently, in the middle of his living room, with a wall of floor-to-ceiling windows showcasing the New York skyline; his dick hard as steel as he lets me take my fill, my eyes moving greedily over his body. He has a few tattoos that I’ve never really had the chance to examine. Against his tanned skin, the black ink is ridiculously sexy. I caught a glimpse in our previous encounters, but I was a little… preoccupied. There is some sort of tribal artwork covering his left shoulder, encroaching onto his defined chest and down his arm to his elbow. I love tattoos on a guy - who doesn’t? But on him they’re… breathtaking. I want to caress every stunning line with my fingers, before trailing my tongue along each intricate twist and turn of the ink. As I devour the rest of his delicious body, I come to his second tattoo… holy fucking mother of god! This one, I didn’t notice before… and it is mouth-wateringly hot. It runs between his V muscles. Two lines of writing – not in English, so I have no idea what they say, but they look beyond amazing on his taut, toned skin. Some of the text is blocked by his raging erection, ready and waiting for me.

  He spreads his arms wide. “Do with me as you please, Addison. I’m all yours.” My panties are soaked at the sight of him. The way he is so at ease with his body, at ease with being naked, is such a huge turn on for me. He knows how amazing he looks and he’s not ashamed to show it.

  “Oh, I know, hot shot, and boy do I have plans for you, but first… undress me.” His dick twitches at my words and he closes the gap between us.

  He doesn’t speak; holding my gaze as he lifts my arms above my head, trailing his fingers from the palms of my hands, down my arms, over my sides until he reaches the hem of my silk camisole top. His fingers glide under the edges, his knuckles skimming my naked flesh as he pulls it up and over my head, before dropping it to the floor. A shiver runs through me with the intensity of his smoldering eyes. My breath hitches as he lowers himself onto his knees; fuck, this one hot sight to behold. He rains feather-light kisses down my stomach while making short work of unbuttoning my jeans and pulling them down, along with my panties. He gently places my hand on his shoulder so that I don’t lose balance while he lifts each foot in turn, removing my pumps, sliding my jeans and panties off, and running his hand up the inside of my leg until he reaches the apex of my thighs. I know I’m wet - so ready for him, and tonight… I feel a little shy at him knowing just how much he affects me.

  “Dio mio, [Oh my God] Addi. You are so fucking wet, baby.” He removes his hand before grasping my ass and pulling my pussy into his face. My stomach comes alive as he takes a deep breath, drinking in the scent of my arousal before flicking his tongue over my swollen, throbbing clit.

  “Più dolce il nettare degli dei. So fucking sweet.” [Sweeter than the nectar of the Gods.]

  I have no idea what he just said, but it has my legs buckling underneath me. Carter steadies me as he lifts himself up off the floor, his dick grazing my skin as he pulls our bodies together. His hands move around to the front-fastening catch on my bra; his fingers making short work of it before it springs open, unleashing my now heavy breasts. His mouth claims my nipple, sucking it, teasing it to a pebbled point with his tongue as his hand encompasses my other breast; squeezing it, rolling his fingers over the nipple and pinching it to the brink of pain – a delicious, pleasurable agony. I’m panting and moaning, when he pulls away completely; returning to his stance in front of me, standing proud as his cock twitches in anticipation.

  “You’re in the driver’s seat tonight, Addison. Tell me what to do.” OH… MY… GOD. I got so caught up in him that I forgot all my rules about taking charge. As much as I hate to admit it – I love the feeling of being at this man’s mercy; but tonight, I need to assert some sort of control, or I know I’ll find myself running out of here in the morning, when I want to be nestled in his arms.

  “I want you to move over to the windows so I can get a proper look at your body before I lick every last bit of it.” I love the excitement dancing in his eyes.

  He can’t help but keep some level of control as he takes my hand and leads me over into the moonlight streaming though t
he wall of windows. “Good enough for you to get a proper look?” His gaze shifts from playful to a dark and exciting lust that sends shockwaves of desire coursing through my body. I feel a slight tremble in my hands as I place them on his chest, and he covers them with his own.

  “Don’t be nervous, Tesoro. I am gladly giving you the reins tonight. Whatever you want… or don’t want… you decide. I will do anything you ask of me, Addi.” His sincerity slays me, cutting through my bullshit issues - speaking directly to my deepest fears when it comes to him. A sense of calm washes over me, my focus now solely on the pleasure I want to give and take from his body.

  When he releases my hands, I let them roam, let them feel, let them leisurely explore - each firm, tight muscle rippling under my fingertips, intoxicating me, fanning the flames of desire stirring inside of me. His skin is soft and firm at the same time. It’s the perfect combination. He has a light dusting of hair covering his chest and as I press my lips against him, it tickles my nose. I inhale his gorgeous masculine scent; the fresh smell of his body wash mixed with cologne, it’s a heady assault on the senses. An almost silent groan escapes his lips and it’s all the encouragement I need. I kiss and lick my way down his chest, snaking my way around him as if we’re on the dance floor.

  When I reach his lower tattoo, I follow the lines of it with my tongue, the intricate words winding their way across his skin. I’m on my knees in front of him, and yet I’m confident I have the power as I watch him staring down at me. Tracing each word with my fingertips, I have to ask.

  “What does this mean?” I try to spell it out, but my pronunciation is awful. It’s written in two lines, from one hip to the other. “Combatti per ciò che si ama. Proteggere o morire.” His body stiffens under my ministrations.