My Ex’s Dad is Coming to Town (Bringing Home Trouble)

7. Cole

CHAPTER 7

COLE

She tasted like heaven. No, better than that. Kissing Winter was like nothing I’d ever experienced before, and I didn’t want it to end. My senses overloaded. From the softness of her lips to the breathy little sounds coming from the back of her throat, I took it all in.

I was going to hell for this. What kind of man takes advantage of his son’s ex-girlfriend? A bastard, that’s who. And I’d gladly brand that name across my forehead for the chance to see where the night would lead.

Her hands clamped onto my shoulders, her fingers digging in like she needed to hold on tight or get swept away by whatever was happening between us. I pressed my tongue against the seam of her lips and almost came when they parted. I’d never tasted such sweetness.

My cock begged me to take her fast, but tonight was for her. She needed to know how beautiful, how desirable, and how fucking hot she was. Without breaking contact with her mouth, I slipped my hands under her ass and picked her up. She clasped her ankles behind my back, and I carried her to the couch. With her straddling my waist, I could feel the heat between her legs, even through our clothes. Baby Girl was hot for me. Knowing that had my cock straining against my zipper. I couldn’t wait to lose myself in her slick heat.

Her hands moved to my hair. The kisses grew deeper and longer. With her on my lap, her tits pressed into my chest. Desperate to feel their weight in my hands, I slid her shirt up and over her head. Her bra had glittery silver and gold candy canes all over it. That just made me think of the way she’d worked that candy cane in and out of her mouth earlier.

I pulled my mouth away and pressed kisses in the crease between her tits. Goddamn, the woman had the power to undo me. Any resistance I might have felt earlier melted away as she reached behind her back and unclasped her bra. My mouth literally watered as I took in what had to be the eighth wonder of the world.

Winter let out a low, long moan as I cupped her breasts and sucked a nipple into my mouth. I grazed my teeth over the tight bud, switching from one to the other and back again, until she ground her hips so hard against me that I was sure she’d come before I had a chance to feel how wet she was.

“Not yet, Baby Girl.” Reluctantly, I let up and flipped her around so her back rested against the couch cushion. It only took a few seconds to peel off her jeans and underwear. The sight of her bare pussy had me on my knees, kissing my way up her thighs.

She tried to press her knees together, but I wouldn’t have it.

“Open for me, Winter.”

Her eyes closed as she slowly parted her legs.

“Eyes open. I want you watching me while I feast on your pussy.” I gently nudged her legs wider until I could fit my broad shoulders between them. Then I held her gaze while I dipped down and tasted her sweet cream for the very first time.

She was shy at first, barely moving her hips as I lapped at her core. But when I circled her clit with my tongue, then sucked the swollen nub into my mouth, her hands slid into my hair. And when I slipped a finger inside her and stroked at her g-spot, she bucked her hips and ground her pussy into my face.

“That’s it. You taste so good. I could spend the rest of my life right here with my tongue inside you.”

“Yes, please,” she whispered.

Thrilled that she was enjoying it as much as me, I continued to tease her, taking her to the edge then backing off over and over again. Her fingers tugged at my shirt. I pulled back just long enough to slide it from my shoulders. Settling back between her legs, being skin-to-skin had me balancing on the edge of losing control. I couldn’t remember a time I’d ever been so hungry for a woman. Desperate to bury myself inside her, I doubled down on getting her off. I wanted her to come on my tongue before I took her with my cock.

Her muscles tightened, and her hands grabbed fistfuls of my hair. She furrowed her brow in concentration. Then she let go. Fuck, she was beautiful. Her chest heaved as she came. The walls of her pussy spasmed around my fingers while I grazed her clit with my tongue.

While she floated back down, I pressed kisses over her pussy, her hips, and her thighs.

“That was,”—she sighed, her warm breath brushing against my temple—“perfect, Cole. Absolutely amazing.”

Full of pride, I slid my hands under her ass and picked her up. “This is just the beginning, Baby Girl. We’ve got hours together and I promise it’s not going to be a silent night.”