Page 30 of Single Daddy To Go

But Ally has other ideas.

“Please Rob,” she breathes. “Now. Now.”

Who am I to say no? I grab my thick shaft with one hand and gently run the head up and down over her pink petals. She’s so wet and hot, and the girl lets out a little moan as her eyes drift shut. But I underestimated Ally because my sweet innocent is sly. As my thickness passes her tight little hole, she thrusts back just a bit and catches the glans in her wetness.

“Oh!” we both cry out. “Fuck!”

Fortunately, the parents are clapping about something or other in the slideshow, and don’t notice in the least. Good, because I take the opportunity to slide a couple inches into her wet warmth, reveling in the squeeze. I’m so big that she’s literally lifted onto her toes a bit while trying to accommodate me.

“Rob,” she moans quietly. “Oh yes, like that.”

That’s what I love hearing. Slowly, I push all the way into her tight channel so that my entire dick is caught in those heavenly walls, before pulling out again. The sight is fucking disgusting, and it turns me on.

“You’re drenched, sweetheart, and you’re getting me so wet with your juices,” I rasp. “My cock is fucking shiny now, and there’s pussy juice running down my balls because you’re leaking so much.”

She mewls quietly, twisting around to look at me over her shoulder.

“I can’t help it, Mr. Lockhart,” she whispers. “You turn me on so much. Now use my body,” she murmurs with a hitch to her voice. “The slideshow’s almost over.”

Oh fuck. I’m in Heaven, but she’s right. We ain’t got all day. So I begin sliding in and out of that tight cunt, barely able to believe we’re doing this. My shaft reappears from between those big white cheeks dripping and glistening with her female need, and the sight is practically enough alone to make me jet. But Ally pushes me to my limits because the girl leans forward a bit as I dick her hard, and reaches two small hands back to pull her ass cheeks apart, offering me her all.

“Yes,” she sighs, eyes closed. “Yes, yes, oh god!”

With a breathless cry, the girl freezes and then her cunt goes ballistic on me. It clamps and snaps, dissolving on my hot shaft she mewls and gushes. The sweet juice sends me over the edge and I feel hot liquid pour from my balls, shooting down my shaft and into her welcoming pussy.

“Unnnh,” is my heartfelt groan. “Oh fuck baby. Oh fuck.”

We stand locked together, both our bodies pulsing as the orgasm binds us together, making two into one. But I can’t stop. There’s so much seed that I keep pumping and pumping, emptying every last drop into her curvy body.

“Yessss,” she hisses, absorbing it all. “Yes.”

And that’s how I know this woman is right for me. Any other date would have been scandalized. They would have never let me touch them in a public setting, much less with other parents just an arm’s length away. But not only did my sassy girl let me stroke her, but she brought me to the highest heavens with her body. She was with me every step of the way, savoring my sperm and allowing me to decant into the sheer bliss of her wet pussy.

So am I wrong for being head over heels? Some people would say this is fast. But I’m a man of strong convictions, and I’ve seen a lot in life. It doesn’t take me long to make a decision, and in this case, the case was crystal clear. Ally is the one for me. This beautiful brunette with the giving nature, the sweet, generous smile, and intelligent, inquisitive mind is all mine. The only question is, does she know it yet?

12

Ally

The phone rings and I stare at it from where I’m sitting on the living room couch.

“Ally,” says my roommate while rolling her eyes. “Hello, it’s your cell.”

Abruptly, I jump into motion.

“Oh right, sorry,” is my mumble. In an instant, I’m picking up. Sure enough Rob’s voice greets me.

“How do you feel about carnivals?” he growls. “I feel like taking you to one.”

Haley, sitting beside me on the couch, starts gesturing in excitement. “Is that him?” she whispers.

I poke her in the ribs and give her a look. She should be over this by now. Rob and I have been going out for almost three months but Haley is still so shocked by the whole thing that she acts like a teenager whenever I tell her about my dates. Of course, I don’t tell hereverything. Not the way that Rob and I had sex at a school function, with other parents standing mere feet away. Not the way we’re in bed all the time, the billionaire making me come again and again with the magnificence of his body. Anddefinitelynot the way I’ve fallen head over heels for this man.

I guess it makes sense, but it also doesn’t make sense. After all, he’s a billionaire with everything, whereas I’m a day care provider. Sure, there are stories of the Cinderella who meets a prince and is swept away despite the fact that she’s poor and he’s rich. But in real life, how often does that truly happen? I’m under no illusions that he and I are from different socio-economic classes.

But at the same time, Rob doesn’t seem to care at all. He treats me like a princess, and it makes me go warm and fuzzy all over (not to mention wet and swollen somewhere in particular). Helooksat me a lot, absorbing every inch from the top of my head to the tips of my toes, and of course, everywhere in between. Even if we’re from different stratums of life, I don’t think the billionaire cares at all. Take this carnival for instance. It’s a no-name thing out in the middle of a field. It’s bound to be corny with silly kid roller coasters and cheap stuffed animals hanging off of metal grates. Yet, Rob wants to go. He’s not gunning for some prestigious museum opening or charity circuit ball, although there are plenty of those as well. Instead, he’s down to Earth and wants to takeme.

It’s part of why I love him. It’s his way of seeing straight to what matters, even if other people get caught on the sidelines. Rob has an uncanny ability for making good decisions, and his value system meshes perfectly with mine. We treasure family. Time spent with his daughter. Being together, and enjoying the small things like a hot cappuccino. Of course, sure, he’s rich and gorgeous, but that’s not why I love him. At least, it’s not theonlyreason why I love him. I adore this man for his intelligence and judgment; for how he’s such a caring dad; and how safe and comfortable I feel around him.