Hale: A Single Dad Sports Romance (Hale Brothers)

My cock is hard, and her eyes focus on it. A smirk tugs on my lips as she lifts her hand and glides her palm over my length. I watch her every move, locking my hands behind my back.

“I figured you were big, but this…” She wraps her palm around my dick, giving it a light pump. “This is way more than I expected.”

“You better get used to it,” I say hoarsely. Our eyes meet as she continues to jerk me off. “Later, I’m going to stretch your pussy with it.”

“I’ll take you up on that, Hunter,” she coos. I grit my teeth when she grabs my balls with her other hand, tugging a bit and then fondling them with her fingers. “You better keep your promise⁠—”

“Stop fucking talking.” I put my hand on the top of her head. “I want your rosy lips on my cock.”

Piper slowly opens her mouth, and I drive my whole length inside. She circles her lips around my dick as I fuck her mouth. Her tongue swirls around it, adding friction. We make eye contact, and neither of us looks away. Everything else disappears, all boundaries and rules. We’re no longer who we are. I’m not her boss, and she’s not my daughter’s nanny. We’re a man and a woman who want each other and are driven mad by need. It’s pure and wild at the same time, because there’s no pretense or boredom. Her usually sunshiny personality has turned into a wildfire, one I can’t wait to tame.

“You’re so good,” I murmur, closing my eyes and feeling my release approach. It’s been a long time since any woman did this to me, and she’s exceptionally good at what she’s doing.

Pumping into her mouth, I go faster and deeper. Piper gags, and I see tears form in her eyes. I slow down and instantly feel her lips tighten around my sensitive skin. She shakes her head, and I barely keep myself from laughing out loud. She’s a fucking brat, no less.

Her hand is on my balls, and when she massages them with her fingers I stop controlling myself. My hand on her head keeps her where I need her, and with a loud groan I come, filling her mouth with my cum. Jesus fucking Christ, she’s perfect.

I step back and stare down at her. She holds my gaze and opens her mouth so I can see my cum on her tongue. My dick is hard again in no time, and my balls tighten. This is unusual, even for me. I always need at least a quick break, but apparently not with her, and not right now. She swallows everything, and I extend my hand and help her to her feet. I pull her close, her body colliding with my own. Her scent intoxicates me. She’s the only thing I want to taste.

I cup her breasts roughly. The second I move my hands lower, she moans, pressing herself closer to me. Her hands find my shoulders as I slide mine to her ass. She feels heavenly, and I can’t resist any longer. Not that I really want to.

I dip my head and kiss her lips. One of my hands is circled around her waist, and the other is hidden in her hair. My fingers play with her locks, until I grab a handful of them and tug. Piper whines, and her head tips back, giving me the perfect view of her neck. I dive in, leaving a hot trail of wet kisses on her skin, nibbling and drawing moans out of her. She grips my forearm, digging her fingernails into my flesh when I suck harder.

“Hunter.” She whispers my name angrily, but I shut her up by covering her mouth with mine. My tongue plays with hers, demanding more until she pulls away. “I hate hickeys.”

“Why?” I ask jokingly and twirl her around, pressing her back to my chest with my dick poking her ass. Just like I imagined in the club.

“Because it reminds me of how dogs mark their territory.”

I snort and push her toward my bedroom. “Just because you were with someone who wanted to make it known you were his doesn’t mean every man is the same.” The door closes, and we stop in the middle of my room. “Turn around, Piper.”

I see her shiver, and then she whirls around. “I have a question.”

“First, take your heels off,” I state, wrapping my hand around my dick and pumping slowly.

Piper kicks her heels aside. “What happens if I give you a hickey?”

“As long as it’s somewhere others can’t see, it’s all good.” I shrug, moving faster. “Take your dress off.”

Her dress lands on the floor, and my eyes land on the most perfect tits in the world. Her next question draws my attention to her face. “Are you clean?”

“Yes,” I confirm, and her fingers curl around her bra strap. “Now take off your bra and panties. You’ve been hiding your breasts from me for way too long.”

When she’s finally naked, my eyes devour every inch of her body. Her tits are round and full, with rosy buds for nipples. My mouth waters as her fingers brush her chest, pushing her hair off her shoulders.

“Better?”

I invade her personal space, winding my hands around her waist. “So much better.”

I lift her, then lower her onto my bed and climb beside her until my head is on the pillow. “Come here and give me your pussy.”

“What exactly are we doing?” Piper asks, straddling my legs.

“You’re going to bring your ass over here”—I point to my mouth—“and sit on my face, so I can eat.”

“Um…” She glances at my dick, and I can’t help but laugh.

“I haven’t slept with anyone for nine months now, and I wasn’t planning to tonight. I don’t have condoms in the house.”

“Hunter!” Piper gently slaps my chest, knitting her brows together. “You promised to fuck me later.”

“Did I say tonight?” I palm her ass and pull her toward me.

“No, but⁠—”

“Tomorrow,” I say, giving her ass a light slap. “I’ll fuck you tomorrow.”

“You better keep your promise, Mr. Hale. I hate being disappointed.” Piper moves closer; her pussy hovers over my mouth. She looks down when I put my hands on her hips to hold her in place.

“I never disappoint, Piper.”

I suck her clit into my mouth and release it almost immediately. I lick, nibble, and play with her nub with my tongue. Her moans are the only sounds I hear as she starts to ride my mouth, her juices covering my lips. She’s so delicious, I can see myself doing this to her every fucking day.

Piper grabs the headboard, and her movements become rougher. She rides my mouth, rotating her hips deeper. Our eyes meet just in time for her body to spasm. She moans my name, coming all over my lips and tongue.

I don’t let her move away until I lick her dry, but even then my hands are all over her. I pull her to me, and Piper rests her head on my chest. We stare at each other, not bothered by the silence. Inching closer, I kiss her lips. Slow and gentle.

“You’re not going to your room,” I whisper, resting my chin on the top of her head.

“I wasn’t planning to.”

“Good.” I close my eyes, pulling a blanket over us with my free hand. “Good night.”

“You’re not going to tell me this was all a mistake?” she asks.

“Never.” I just hope she’ll be okay with what I can offer her. Hopefully it will be enough.