Page 167 of The Single Dad

He finally bottoms out, filling me completely, and as soon as we’re fully connected, I wrap my arms around his shoulders, clinging to him.

There’s nothing slow or measured about it as he starts to fuck me. It’s messy and breathless, full of unspoken emotions and desperate kisses.

He murmurs things into my ear as his hips slap against mine, filling the kitchen with the muffled sounds of sex. Some of what he says is barely intelligible, and the rest of it is filthy praise, telling me how good I feel, how perfect I am, how no one else has ever made him feel like this.

Every word that spills from his lips dances across my ear, settling somewhere in my chest, and I finally can’t hold back any longer. My orgasm rips through me, too powerful to deny. My mouth drops open, and as if he can sense I won’t be able to stay quiet this time, Cole drops his head and kisses me hard, drinking up my cry of pleasure as I shatter around him.

He grunts into my mouth, and I can feel his cock start to swell as his thrusts grow choppy. But then he stops himself, freezing inside me. Our kiss breaks, his forehead resting against mine as he breathes hard.

“Not yet,” he rasps. “I’m not ready for this to be over yet. I want to do it the right way.”

My heart is still pounding too hard from my climax for me to string together the words to ask him what he means. Before I can, he lifts me off the counter and carries me up to his room, still buried inside me.

He lays me down gently on his bed, then carefully removes my shirt, gazing down at me with rapture blazing in his dark blue eyes as he undoes my bra too. His fingers skate over my breasts, teasing my nipples, and I clench around him as they harden to little peaks.

“I want to see you too,” I whisper, my throat tight.

He nods, allowing me to undo the buttons of his shirt and pull it off. Baring his scars reminds me of the first time he let me see them, the first time he let himself be that vulnerable with me. It feels like we’re repeating that moment, but tenfold, with so much more hanging between us then there was then.

“I want to fuck you all night, angel,” he says, a tremor running through him as I trail my fingers down his scarred chest. “I want to keep you here forever.”

I know it’s probably just dirty talk, but the word forever makes my heart thump in a way that’s painful and sweet at the same time. I can’t think about everything that could mean—I’m not ready to think about it—so I just pull him down to kiss me, answering without words.

I’m yours for tonight, at least.

His tongue slides against mine as he starts to move again, rocking our bodies on the bed as he fucks me. The movements are hard and forceful like always, dominating my body the way no one else can, wringing pleasure out of me until I’m right on the edge again.

“Touch yourself,” he murmurs at one point, drawing back just enough to watch as I slip a hand down between us to circle my clit.

He talks me through it, praising me and encouraging me as he slows his thrusts, his jaw clenched tight as he works to keep his own control.

When I come for a second time, I’m certain he’s going to follow me over the edge. But once again, he denies himself, although I can see a sheen of sweat breaking out on his skin, his eyes dark and his pupils blown out with desire.

But he really must’ve meant it when he said he wanted to fuck me all night. He switches positions over and over again, finding new and incredible ways to bring me pleasure as he wears me out with marathon sex—as if he’s truly determined to make this last forever.

He manages to wring two more orgasms out of me, leaving my clit tender and swollen and my pussy soaked. But when I come for a final time, the last of his control finally snaps.

“Fuck, Riley,” he grunts, his voice so full of gravel that it sends a shiver through me. “Fuck. I can’t—I’m gonna—”

He presses my knees up to my chest and drives into me, leaning down to kiss me. His thrusts are so hard that I’m sure I’ll feel the bruises on my inner thighs tomorrow, but I don’t care. I thread my fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck, clinging to him as he finally comes in pulsing jerks.

He releases his hold on my knees, adjusting our position so that I can wrap my legs around him, and we stay like that for a long time.

I feel boneless, my body rocked by the intensity of the sex after so long without him. My eyes drift closed as he presses hot little kisses to my neck and shoulder, as if even now he can’t stop himself from wanting more of me.

Finally, after what feels like an hour of dazed, post-sex bliss, Cole slowly presses up onto his elbows and then pulls out of me. He disappears into the bathroom and returns with a towel to clean me up, and the tender way he touches me makes that wounded space in my heart ache all over again.

He gets rid of the towel and then crawls back onto the bed with me, pulling the covers back. He reaches over and brushes a sticky, sweaty lock of hair back from my face, vulnerability shining in his eyes as his Adam’s apple bobs.

“Will you stay with me?” he whispers. “Will you sleep here? Please?”

I don’t know if it’s a good idea. I’m not sure if I should, since it will only risk tearing off the small scab that’s finally started to form over the hole in my heart.

But I didn’t let that stop me from kissing him, or from having the most intense sex of my life with him.

And right now, I just want to keep leaning into what feels good. If I pay for it with a broken heart tomorrow… well, it will have been worth it.

So I nod, blinking away the tears that burn in the corners of my eyes. They don’t fall, but somehow Cole manages to see them anyway. He kisses each eyelid as he pulls me close, banding his arms around me protectively. His hand strokes my hair as my head rests on his chest, his heart beating steadily beneath my ear.

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