Page 191 of Straight Dad


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I’m humming Alicia Bridges’ disco hit when the doors open and Livy walks out and climbs into my lap. She’s wearing my tee shirt from last night, and when I wrap my arms around her, I discover that’s all she’s wearing.

“Morning, Livy.”

“Morning, handsome.”

“Are you sore?”

She bites her lip and nods.

“Your call, then, no sex or slow sex?”

“Is this normal for you?”

“I don’t know.” I lift one of her tits to my mouth and suck it through the shirt.

“How do you not know?”

“Well.” I drop one and toy with the other, holding her gaze. “I’ve never had anyone I couldn’t get enough of. Never ever felt someone bare. Never been in love before.”

I place a hand on her knee and then slide up, parting her legs as I go. She opens for me and allows me to find her clit and rub tight, slow circles there.

“Are you okay if this is our normal?” I dip my middle finger into her pussy and pull her wetness back to that tight bud of nerves.

She squeezes her eyes shut, but agrees.

“Fight for it. Come on my fingers.”

She throws her head back, and I swallow her screams as her wetness stains my pants.

“Pix?”

“Yeah?”

“Slow sex or no sex?”

“Sex, definitely sex.”

I tap her ass and she lifts for me enough that I can release my straining dick. “Climb on.”

“Here?”

“Oh yeah. You set the pace and you set the depth. I’ll try—and try is the operative word—not to take over.”

“Let’s see if you can keep your word on that.”

She straddles me and rolls her eyes back as my head notches into her pussy. “Oh God, you feel so good inside me. This will take me a minute, Layton.”

“You are good for my ego, woman. That’s for sure.” I start to chuckle, but the look on her face says she feels that in her core.

She pulls up and sinks back, taking more. Again and again, she works me into her tight channel, a vise around my dick.

When I’m fully seated, she moves her hands from my shoulders to my face, and instead of lifting, she rolls her hips, rippling that pussy around my cock.

“Fuck, that feels good.”

She sets a slow, easy rhythm that will do me in. I move my hands to her hips, but she tsks me away. “I set the depth. I set the rhythm. I set the speed. Remember?”

“Are you trying to kill me? My cock is rock hard and whatever you’re doing is probably the best thing I’ve ever felt. What am I supposed to do?”

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