Page 141 of Straight Dad


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“Are you satisfied with today? Or did you want to accomplish anything else?” She has both arms under me as she asks. One is at my back; the other is at my upper thighs.

“You’re the expert, Doc.”

She tilts her head. “I am, actually. And I feel good about what we’ve done.”

“Am I talking to Dr. Morgan or Livy?” I ask.

“Your call.”

I snag a finger under her sports bra and yank her to me, letting my butt sink a bit.

The force of my tug fights against the water until it does the opposite and sucks her into my hold. I pull her into my arm, using the other to snag her neck and fall on her mouth.

I’m not soft, thrusting my tongue into her mouth, letting my arm around her back slip to her ass and tease her crack through her shorts.

She whimpers and wiggles to give me better access.

“Dr. Morgan is hot,” I say against her lips. Trailing kisses toward her ear, I add, “Livy is fucking intoxicating.” Into her ear, I growl, “And Pix is every fantasy I’ve ever had.”

She sucks in a breath, and the sound stirs something deep in me that’s been asleep for far too long,

“I can’t decide which I like more.” I kiss her neck and lift my hand from where it rests on her shorts and slide it inside her bottoms at her ass. “Lucky for me, I don’t have to. I get all of you.”

I stroke from her clit, through the hot, slick wetness there, to her ass and tease her puckered hole before doing it again and again.

“Yes.” The look of ecstasy on her face is the most erotic thing I’ve seen in my short life.

“And I get all of you.” She reaches for me, but I move her hands behind my neck.

“Be a good girl and keep your hands right there, baby. Let me make you feel good.”

“Layton.” Her voice is half moan, half plea.

“Say my name again.”

She does, and I fill her with two fingers, pumping in and out, reaching deep, feeling her heat. I withdraw, toying with her clit, watching her face, feeling her hot around my fingers.

I dive back into her pussy, and when I see her find her rhythm, I breach her ass with my thumb and change my stroke to slow and deliberate.

Her mewl stirs my cock, even a little, and I feel excitement race from my spine to my balls.

“I’m close,” she pants quietly, closing her eyes, lifting her chin to the sun, bouncing her weight on my fingers, riding my hand for her pleasure. “I need—”

I lift her and bite her nipple as I feel her squeeze and ripple around my fingers, her arms tightening around my neck, holding on as she rides the wave.

I drag in and out of her, pistoning my fingers, and draw out her pleasure.

I leave her tit for her mouth, pulling her tighter with a hand at her neck.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful to watch.” I slide my thumb out of her ass but keep my fingers sliding inside her cunt, pulling out only to tickle her clit and dive back in. “I like pool therapy.”

The flush across her face is like watching oil dance across water. “Me too.”

And fuck if she doesn’t straight attack me.

FORTY

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