Page 34 of One Hot Daddy

His expression has turned feral, as if he wants to devour me like a craven beast.Fletcher freezes for a moment, then slams his dick into me so hard that a sharp cry bursts out of me.As he begins pummeling me, I realize I'm completely at his mercy.The intensity of his movements shifts something fundamental between us---this isn't just physical anymore.This is Fletcher claiming me, marking me with his body, and that both terrifies and thrills me.I never could've imagined the calm, collected single dad would turn ravenous.

But I love it.

Every thrust shoots lightning straight into my core.I wrap myself around him, plunging his cock deeper inside me, needing every inch of him to fill me up.The headboard slams against the wall in an erotic rhythm, and the bed thumps on the floor, but I don't care who hears.The sounds flesh on flesh fill the room, and the way he grits his teeth while grunting does something to me I'd thought was unthinkable.

He makes me come again.

This time the climax hits me so powerfully that I scream."Oh god, Fletcher!Yes!Yes!Don't stop, never stop!"

He finds my clit with his thumb, rubbing it mercilessly while he consumes my nipple too.The dual sensation has me spiraling toward another peak embarrassingly fast.I sink my teeth into his shoulder to keep from screaming too loudly.I might scare the couple next door.

The pleasure has become almost unbearable---too much and yet not enough.But just as Fletcher punches into me one last time, another orgasm shudders through me.He throws his head back and howls like a werewolf, frozen in his final thrust.

Then he gets rid of the condom and flops onto the bed beside me on his back.His eyes flutter shut, and his chest heaves.Now that we're both spent, I sprawl on my back, dazed and exhilarated in equal measure.

"Jennifer, pet, you've given me the best sex in the entire universe."He brushes his fingertips over my cheek."Sounded like you experienced something just as incredible.Am I right?"

"Oh god, yes, it was beyond description."I aim a sloppy smile at him."You are a sex god, Fletcher Murgatroyd.Your parents should've named you Eros."

He chuckles."I appreciate the compliment, but I'm hardly a god."

I roll over onto my side, slinging my arm across his chest."After that workout, you need to feed me."

His sweetly lopsided smile melts my heart."I think we both need to replenish our energy some savory foods.How does that sound?"

"Mm, yes.You read my mind."

Fletcher sweeps me up in his arms and carries me down to the kitchen.I'm naked and being carted around by an equally naked Fletcher, yet somehow, it's totally natural.His strong arms enfold me, and I know he would never let me fall.I listen to the steady thrum of his heartbeat against my ribs.

My thought a moment ago wasn't quite right.I have fallen---but not physically.

"You do realize I can walk," I remind him.

"Where's the fun in that?Besides, after the workout I just gave you, I'm not entirely sure your legs would cooperate."

He's not wrong.My thighs are still trembling from the aftermath.

Soft evening light bathes the kitchen.Fletcher sets me gently on the cool granite countertop, and I shiver at the contrast against my heated skin.

"Are you cold?"he asks, already moving toward the refrigerator.

"Maybe a little."I swing my legs, watching the play of muscles across his back and shoulders as he moves.Fletcher's body is a work of art, sculpted and strong in ways that turn me on like crazy."I can't believe we're doing this.A naked midnight snack after body-shattering sex.It's very rom-com of us, don't you think?"

Fletcher opens the fridge, ducking his head in there.He emerges again holding a block of cheese and cold cuts.Then he hunts down a bottle of wine."Nothing wrong with being a cliché if it feels this bloody good."

He grabs two glasses from the cabinet, his body stretching in the sexiest way.I'm sore in the most delicious way possible, yet I'm already wondering how soon we can go back to bed.

"See something you like?"He catches me staring, a knowing smirk playing on his lips.

"Maybe."I try for nonchalance but fail miserably."Scratch that.The answer is yes.I love your body and especially that amazing dick."

He pours us each a glass of deep-red wine and hands one to me.Our fingers brush during the exchange, igniting little sparks on my skin.

I take a sip, letting the wine warm my throat."So tell me something I don't know about you."

Fletcher leans against the counter opposite me, completely unselfconscious in his nakedness."What would you like to know, darling?"

"Everything."The word comes out more breathlessly than I intended."I mean, we just had the most incredible orgasms of our lives, and I realized I don't even know your middle name."