Page 113 of The Single Dad

But this is a whole new level for her, and fuck, I’m already addicted to it.

“Turn around,” I tell her. “Put your hands on the wall.”

She doesn’t hesitate, slipping her hand out from between her legs as she spins to face the wall. She hinges a little at the waist, and I step forward to grab the hem of her dress, bunching the fabric up around her waist as she releases her hold on it. Her palms press against the wall on either side of her shoulders, and I grip her hips tightly, pulling them back a little.

My cock grinds against her ass, buried between her soft cheeks through the layers of clothing that separate us, and when a little shudder works through her, I grit my teeth, fighting for control.

No one else has made me feel as close to losing every bit of control I’ve cultivated over the years as Riley does.

She fucking unravels me.

“Good girl,” I praise, rolling my hips against her ass and making her whimper softly. “So good. Gonna fuck you just like this.”

She nods, her hair cascading down her upper back and glinting in the low light of the bathroom. It’s nice and luxurious, just like the rest of this place, immaculately cleaned and illuminated by the warm orange glow of the light fixtures along either side of the mirror above the sink.

Releasing my hold on her hip with one hand, I shift her hair over one shoulder, baring her neck to my hungry mouth again as I reach down and make quick work of the button and fly of my pants.

My cock springs free, and I can’t resist teasing both of us for a moment. Tugging her panties down until they’re stretched around her upper thighs, I press my cock between her legs, letting the length of it slide through her slick folds. When my crown grazes against her clit, Riley makes a plaintive noise, bumping her ass back against my hips as if to beg for more.

“You ready for me?” I ask, kneading her ass cheek roughly with my free hand as I position her right where I want her. “You told me you needed my cock. Are you gonna take it like a good girl?”

“Yes!” she whispers, her voice rising just a little before she brings it down again, clearly aware of the fact that we’re still in a public place. “I’ll be good. I’m ready. Please.”

Drawing back a little, I bend my knees to line myself up as I notch my crown at her entrance. Her slick heat envelops me slowly as I work my way in with shallow thrusts, and Riley’s head sags between her arms as her legs wobble.

“That feel good?” I ask as I finally bottom out. “Is this what you needed?”

“Uh huh.” She lifts her head, gazing at me over her shoulder. “Fuck me. Hard.”

She’ll never have to ask me twice.

Almost before she finishes speaking, I pull out and then slam back in, rocking her forward with the force of my thrust. Her fingers, which were flat against the wall, curl as a soft noise pours from her lips, and the sight and sound of her is almost more than I can take.

She really is like a drug.

And fuck it all, I’m already so damn addicted that I don’t know how I lived without the high of this for all those years before she came into my life.

“Oh god,” she whimpers as I set a hard, fast pace. “Oh god, Cole, please. Fuck. Fuck!”

“Shh,” I remind her when her voice starts to rise again on the last word. “We need to be quiet, remember? Or do you want the whole restaurant to know you’re in here begging for my cock? Because I’ll be honest, I kind of do.”

I chuckle darkly as I say the last bit, and Riley clenches around me in response. I can tell the thought of it turns her on, just like it does to me—although I already know that if anyone even looks at her askance when we leave this place tonight, I’ll make sure they pay for it.

Because for now, at least, Riley is all mine.

And I don’t fucking share.

“Goddamn, you feel good,” I murmur roughly, dragging one hand down her back to the place where her dress is bunched up at her waist. I slide my palm over her ribs and around to her chest, dipping beneath the top of her dress and groping her breasts. I pinch one of her nipples lightly, keeping my other hand tight on her hip to hold her steady as I drive into her over and over.

I want to make this last, want to stay inside her for fucking hours—but I know we’re already playing with fire, risking getting caught, and the longer we stay in here, the harder it will be for both of us to stay quiet.

Besides, with Riley, it’s always a challenge to last as long as I want to. When it comes to her, my refractory period is shorter than it’s ever been, but my stamina is absolute shit. She feels too fucking good, and the way she reacts to every touch and word is enough to have me on the edge already.

But there’s no way in hell I’ll let myself come before she does.

“Oh fuck!” Riley hisses under her breath as I tug at her nipple again. A gush of wetness soaks my cock, and I groan as the quiet sounds of our fucking grow louder and more obscene.

“You like that?” I ask, switching sides to give her other nipple the same treatment.

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