Page 20 of Single Daddy To Go

“Oh my god what, sweetheart?” I ask, gently jiggling it. It’s gorgeous. Her flesh moves naturally, wobbling a bit like jell-o yet with the firmness and elasticity of youth. This is going to be fun.

She’s panting now, and still as a doe under my touch. Her breast is warm and soft in my palm and I squeeze it a little, causing a low moan to emanate from her throat.

“This is what you want, isn’t it?” I ask in a dark voice. “Tell me, sweetheart. Tell me you want it.”

She can’t speak for a moment, mesmerized by my gaze. An array of emotions pass over that beautiful face, and for a moment, I’m afraid she’s going to say no. Holy shit. It’s been so long since a woman said no to me. Probably more than thirty years, in fact. But is Ally going to buck the trend? After all, she’s unpredictable, and I wouldn’t be surprised if she took matters into her own hands and walked out.

But instead, that narrow chin tips up until she’s looking me with no fear in those brown depths.

“I’m ready,” she says in a slightly quavery voice. “I’m ready for whatever you want, Rob. Use me, if that’s what makes you happy. My body is yours.”

Ah, the words are so sweet to my ears. I love women in general, but I love it even more when a smart, intelligent, and independent woman bends to my will. I love when she lets me be a man, and take charge. So I squeeze her breast one more time, making her yelp, before lightly pinching her nipple.

“Good,” is my growl. “Because I want you to dance for me.”

Her cheeks color.

“I’m sorry?”

But I’m already striding to a club chair by the window.

“I want you to dance,” I say simply, folding my broad form into the buttery leather. “Dance, and show me what you have. Show me everything, sweetheart, because I want to see it all.”

She’s still staring at me with wide eyes.

“Dance?” she echoes again, unsure.

“Dance,” I say firmly, making a twirling movement with my fingers. “Let me see what you have.”

Again, Ally seems like she’s about to bolt from the room and make her escape. Maybe I’ve overplayed my hand. But then her narrow shoulders straighten, and she looks me in the eye once more.

“Of course, Mr. Lockhart,” she says in a dulcet tone. “I’d love to dance for you.”

With that, the girl begins to sway, undulating her hips from left to right. It’s a little mechanical at first because she’s unsure of herself, but I’m entranced from the very first move. Ally’s absolutely beautiful, like Salome doing the Dance of the Seven Veils.

Sure enough, she begins to feel more comfortable with herself and does a little twirl so that she’s facing away from me. The girl shoots me a sly look over one shoulder, and then parts her legs before bending down slowly to let her hands almost touch the floor. Oh shit. The sight is so gorgeous that my dick literally jerks in my pants, rock hard and ready to rumble. The material of her dress slides up those ivory thighs, stopping just under her pussy. In fact, I can see the shadowy vee of her soft spot, and a glimmer of white fabric there. Are those her panties?

“Do you like what you see?” she giggles, wiggling her butt a little. “Is this what you want, Mr. Lockhart?”

Oh fuck. This is what I want and a thousand times more. I want to rip those panties off her lovely pussy and burrow my head in her wet spot until she screams with delight. I want to taste every inch of that succulent pink twat until she creams hard into my mouth, crying my name while riding my tongue.

Iwilldo all that, and more, but it’s too early yet. I want to draw it out some first.

“Sweetheart, you know there’s no holding back when it comes to me,” I rumble, almost casually. But there’s nothing casual about my stance. I’m rock hard, with every muscle tense and ready to jump this girl.

She giggles again, swaying her hips a bit more so that her pussy tempts me.

“I’m not holding back,” she says coyly. “Why, is there something I should be doing that I’m not?”

My dick jerks again and spurts a little inside my pants. Oh fuck. I’m literally leaking sperm already, this chick has me so turned on.

“Pull your panties to the side,” I command, my eyes never leaving the vee between her thighs. “Show it to me.”

She pretends mock-shock.

“Pull what?” is her throaty purr. “What is it you want to see?”

Oh shit, I’m totally out of my league. I want her to say the words, but instead, I’ve become putty in Ally’s hands. She’s controlling this scene, and the fact is that I love every second of it.