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  Table of Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Epilogue

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  Description

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Epilogue

  Super Dirty Super Kinky Bonus Sex Scene (Mr. Perfect O)

  A Note from the Author

  Short Story Romance Collection

  Claiming Cinderella (Sneak Peek)

  Hot Kinky Bonus Sex Scene (Claiming Cinderella)

  Filthy SEAL (Sneak Peek)

  Hot Deleted Kinky Scene (Filthy SEAL)

  Bonus Exclusive Single Dad Romance: Daddy O

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  Mr. Perfect O

  A Single Dad Romance

  by

  Amy Brent

  Copyright © 2017

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  This is a work of fiction. While, as in all fiction, the literary perceptions and insights are based on life experiences and conclusions drawn from research, all names, characters, places and specific instances are products of the author’s imagination and used fictitiously. No actual reference to any real person, living or dead, is intended or inferred.

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  She’s depriving me, and I’ll teach her a lesson.

  I am going to make her scream my name, beg for more…

  They call me Mr. Perfect O for a reason.

  I specialize in delivering the wettest, mind blowing ‘O’s’ ever.

  Call me a manwhore,

  But as a single dad with responsibilities, I don’t have much choice.

  Until, I see her.

  Tori is forbidden fruit, my six year old’s school teacher.

  I don’t do relationships.

  I never get with younger women.

  But one look at those luscious eyes and that perfect a$$,

  And I wanna break all rules.

  When she calls me to discuss the progress of my daughter,

  The only thing progressing is my d*ck.

  It’s growing tall and hard,

  And it’s so ready to claim the virgin.

  But then she finds out what I do for a living.

  Guess, who’s the one begging now?

  Chapter 1

  Ross

  “Thank you, sir. We’ll be in touch.” The young man stood, and as his chair made an awful sound against the hard, tiled floor, he extended his hand. Calling me sir grated my nerves. He could have addressed me Ross, but being half my age, I assumed he was showing respect for his elders. Too bad he held my fate in his hands, or I might have told him off.

  I grabbed his hand and met his eyes, gripping tight. “Thank you.”

  Every interview I’d been to over the past month had been with managers half my age, and they would no doubt give the jobs to other men half my age as well.

  Since losing my job, it had been a struggle, and if it were just me, I’d find something with mediocre pay and any available hours. But with my six-year-old, Katie, to raise, I had to find something that would do more than pay the bills and still allow me a little time to see her grow up.

  Her mother, Sarah had passed away three years ago when Katie was only three. She’d suffered a long battle those three years after having our daughter and then going through dialysis and every experimental drug and procedure we could find. She’d wanted more than anything to be around to see Katie grow up to, but that wasn’t in the cards. Her kidneys had failed, and after a long, hard battle, she passed away.

  It took a lot of time, but I’d come through the worse of my mourning period with some of my sanity intact. Watching Katie grow up had been the biggest blessing of my life, although it was bittersweet without her mother to share it with. She barely remembered her mother, and to keep a bit of stability, I’d tried to keep the same babysitter as long as possible. As it turned out, in three years, we’d been through four.

  I checked my watch as I left the office and shook my head at the time. I hated late interviews, and thankfully my sitter was able to grab my daughter when needed. I rushed right home, lucky enough to miss the rush hour traffic and found Katie and Mia, the latest babysitter who had been with us for almost a year now, playing cards in the middle of the living room floor.

  “Daddy!” Katie was on her feet and giving me a big hug within seconds of hitting the door. Mia turned over on her side, propping herself up on one elbow as the hem of her shirt hiked up to expose the soft skin of her midriff, and the little turquoise belly ring that always caught my attention.

  “Any luck, Mr. Reed?” She asked as she sat up, revealing a low-cut neckline that showed more of the black bra beneath it than it should. I couldn’t remember a time ever seeing her in clothes that weren’t full of rips, intricately tied knots, or cut off in some way to expose more than a grown man like me should see from a girl who was barely eighteen.

  I’d asked her many times not to dress in such inappropriate clothes, and since today’s outfit was much less revealing than some of the short shorts and tank tops she usually wore over, I decided not to scold her for it. With her living just down the street, I’d made her go home many times and change. I didn’t want Katie thinking it was okay to wear such things.

  “We’ll see. They said they’d be in touch, but that’s usually a no.” I pulled out my wallet and hated that every time I had done so lately, I cringed knowing money was growing tighter and tighter. Thankfully my date would be cheap.

  Melanie had never wanted to do more than fuck, and after the week I’d had looking for work, she was just what I needed.

  “Here’s some money for dinner tonight. Order out whatever like
.”

  “For twenty bucks? It looks like it’s pizza again. And I’ll just keep the change.” Mia smiled, and I let out a long breath and patted her back as she walked into the kitchen ahead of me.

  “Look, Mia, I know you’ve wanting to help out, but here, take your check.” I pulled it from the fridge and handed it to her. She’d held it there a week in case I needed it for groceries, but I assured her things weren’t that bad yet.

  “Are you sure? I mean, it’s not that big of a deal.” She was a good kid, despite her slutty clothes and shook my head and touched her arm. If I thought it appropriate, I would have pulled her in for a hug, but I didn’t think I could handle it with that bare waistline she was sporting in her short tee.

  “You’re a good kid, but really. It’s okay. I’m going to talk my friend tonight and see if she has any leads on a job and hopefully, things start to pick up.”

  She nodded and stared at her feet. “Will you be late?”

  “I could be the usual time, but if it goes later, I’ll text you.” I turned and hurried upstairs to get ready as Mia ordered their pizza and in another twenty minutes I was headed across town to Melanie Porter’s house.

  I’d met Melanie a little over a year ago when I’d decided to get back in the dating world so I could have a sex life. My wife had been much younger than me, by twenty-one years, and so when she died at the age of thirty-four, I had longed to find someone who reminded me of her sexually. I was always attracted to younger women, and Melanie at twenty-seven was just my type.

  She met me at the door of her townhouse with a lazy grin. “I’ve been looking forward to seeing you all day.” She stepped aside, and I entered, noticing that she’d left the lights down low. The sun was setting, and its orange and pink glow shone through the patio door, creating the only light other than an overhead light in the kitchen.

  “Sorry I had to see you so early. You know my situation.” I gave her an apologetic look, and she shook her head and stepped closer placing a long finger against my lips. She was one of the sexiest women I’d ever met, and it wasn’t because she was the prettiest, but because she had sex appeal. Her face was flawless, with angelic features and a few imperfections which only complimented her looks and made them exotic. She was average height, but her heels put her just a couple of inches shorter than me and her curvy shape, was a bit off-balance at the top. She carried herself like a queen, with more confidence than anyone I’d ever been with, and it made my dick hard as diamonds. Though she had only dressed in a robe, she wore it like a goddess.

  “It’s fine. How is the little princess? Ruling king and castle I presume?” She planted a peck on my lips and wasted no time rubbing her hand against my crotch, feeling the rigid length that waited for her and had longed for her all day as well.

  “She’s perfect. How’ve you been?”

  She threw her head back and gave a breathy sigh as she met my eyes. “Hungry.” She dropped to her knees, and my zipper came down in a heartbeat. She didn’t even go for the belt and instead reached inside my pants and pulled out my thick cock. Her smile was interrupted by her biting her lip and then my cock entering her mouth as I nudged forward. The head of my cock lay flat on her tongue, and she licked it all around, darting it into my piss hole as she cupped my balls through my clothes.

  “You were hungry.” I rubbed my hand through her hair and then pulled her closer to allow my cock deeper into her throat.

  Like a pro, her throat opened up accommodating as she inhaled deeply through her nose. Then, once I had my dick nice and deep, I pinched her nose and held her tight against me until she tapped out.

  She gasped as she pulled off my slobbery cock and her eyes met mine with a smile. “I’m always hungry for you, Ross. You’re so much more of a meal than most men.” She gripped my cock. It was so thick she could barely get her thumb and middle finger to connect around it. I’d always had an impressive cock, and though some ladies were intimidated by the size, all were appreciative of it once they’d had a ride. I had a talent that some men knew nothing about. How to give the wettest, mind-blowing orgasms.

  She stood up and kissed my mouth, giving me a taste of my cock. “I’ve got a nice surprise for you.” She took my hand and led me into her bedroom.

  “Nice, I love the new tile.”

  “Tile was more practical for my hobbies.” She gave me a wink. “But it wasn’t the tile I was referring to.” She extended her hand as if she were showing me what I’d won, and there was a large, black leather sofa in the middle of the room specifically contoured for sex.

  “You had this custom-made? I love it; it’s beautiful.”

  “You’re the first. I wanted to break it in properly.” She took my hand and led me to it, my thick cock bobbing as it protruded from my pants, her spit cooling as I moved.

  “I’m honored.” I stepped behind her and kissed her shoulder as I peeled away her robe.

  She lay back, and the custom sofa gave her hips a slight lift. I knew what the purpose of that was and it would make my job much easier.

  She watched me undress and then reached up to me. Then I took her hand as I nudged myself between her thighs. She parted her knees, and they fell open exposing her soft, pink pussy, and though she was wet, I leaned down and dragged my tongue against her soft, creamy center.

  “Have you been playing with this pussy?” She was drenched.

  “I may have touched it a little while waiting. I couldn’t help myself.” She gave me a devilish grin and then rubbed her nipples as she licked her lips nice and slow.

  “Naughty girl. You know what I do to naughty girls, don’t you?” I stood and stroked my cock, spreading the pearly tear that had collected at the tip, and then I pressed it against her wet hole.

  “I’ll be a good girl, I promise.” She gave me a wink, and I thrust my hips and entered her in one quick movement. She cried out as half my cock filled her. I stilled, though her walls were soaked so much that even my big cock slid right in with no problems. She ground her hips against me and moaned.

  “You’re already on my spot.” She rubbed her tits and pulled one of the tight, pink nipples into her mouth, sucking and rolling it between her teeth and tongue. I took the other one and took a long pull, and she cried out as my hips began to rock, my cock working her depths as I slid all the way in to my balls.

  I knew what she wanted, what she’d always called me for, so I pulled my cock from her depths and bumped it against her g-spot, pressing against it.

  She stopped sucking her tits long enough to moan. “Mm. You’re so fucking hard.” I worked her over good, stimulating her pussy until she was squealing with delight and pleasure as her first orgasm came spurting around my cock. I pulled out and let the last trickle hit my dick, then I crammed it back inside and worked that same tender spot, building it up until it was nice and spongy and full.

  Her pussy gripped me, and then I backed out again, and her squirting drenched my cock. I let the warmth of her juices spurt all over me and then I pushed my cock back into her sopping hole. I found that special place right inside the top of her channel and drove my cock against it while she splashed all over me.

  This was the special kind of orgasms that Melanie had fallen in love with, and thankfully she didn’t want any kind of relationship in exchange for them. I loved the feel of her soaking hot pussy dripping all over my cock too, and there was nothing hotter than being buried deep inside a woman who knew how to squirt. I jerked my cock out as my balls tightened and shot my hot load all over her gorgeous tits. She glanced down at the pearly seed that had splashed there and took her soiled nipple into her mouth to taste my release.

  She went limp, her body already giving so much that she was weary from exertion. We were already laying in a puddle, and things were getting slippery on her new tile and leather, but it was perfect for easy cleanup.

  Her eyes met mine as she panted. “People would pay you for this, you know. Might make that job hunt a bit easier.”

  I ch
uckled but glanced down to see that she wasn’t laughing. She was seriously suggesting that I sell orgasms. “I couldn’t do anything like that.”

  She let out a soft sigh. “I’d like to see you again at the end of the week, and perhaps we’ll talk more. Give it a thought, and I can show you how it’s done.” She kissed my lips, and I had to admit, it was the most successful things I’d done lately.

  Chapter 2

  Tori

  It had been the longest day ever at the new job. Taking over a class in the middle of the first six weeks was not a good idea when it came to first grade. The kids had all loved the teacher I replaced, and it had taken me some time to earn their affection. I would forever be seen as the bad guy, the replacement who took their beloved Mrs. McConnel away. It wasn’t my fault that the lady had gotten married and moved across the country, but you couldn’t explain that to a bunch of kids.

  Some were warming up to me, and that was making it better, but first grade was still hard. I’d hoped to teach high school English, but since I was only twenty-two, and looked more like one of the kids than one of their superiors, I’d had a hard time finding a job until this one opened up. I was the first called and couldn’t pass up the position. It was a foot in the door, and I hoped in a few years when I started to look more like a schoolmarm and less like a student, I’d get to move to a different grade where.

  The drive home wasn’t bad, but it could have been two blocks and would have still felt like forever. I couldn’t wait to get home to peace and the luxurious claw foot tub that my small house had since it had been built in the fifties. Luckily it had been remodeled by the previous owners. And considering the neighborhood was decent, and I could afford it and still, eat, it was a good find.

  I pulled up to my house to see that Kevin had made himself at home again, and when I walked into the house, I realized that was an understatement.

  “Babe, you’re home!” Kevin jumped over the back of my two-month-old sofa which I had thought it important to buy new instead of something used.