Page 37 of The Single Dad

And so is the husky tone he takes as he says, “Do you know what I want to do to you?”

I barely manage to shake my head, panting.

“I want to lick every inch of you,” he growls, his finger circling. I’m so wet now that I’m positive he can feel it. “I want to hear you scream my name. I want to make you feel so good that you forget how to speak.”

I’ve already forgotten how to speak. All I can do is whimper as his ministrations quicken, bringing me right to the edge, his breath hot on my neck and shoulder.

“Do you want more?” he breathes.

“Yes,” I moan, pressing against him. “God, yes.”

“Do you want me to fuck you?”

I nod, swallowing hard. “Yes.”

“Beg,” he says, his voice low.

My pulse quickens in my temples, and I’m certain he can feel the flutter of my heartbeat as he presses his lips against the side of my neck.

“Please,” I gasp finally. “Please, fuck me. I want it so bad. I want to feel you inside me. I want to come on your cock.”

He exhales sharply, and his hands move to my waist, tugging down my pants. He gropes my ass, massaging me as he drags the jeans down my thighs, catching the lace hem of my panties in his teeth.

Then he tugs off my shirt, exploring my chest. He fondles my breasts, his thumbs sliding over my sensitive nipples. I moan again, pushing myself back against him—and feel the length of his cock against my ass, rock hard and waiting.

He pushes me up against the window, bracing my hands over my head, palms against the glass. From this angle, I can see the street. Anyone out there will definitely be able to see me.

Completely naked. On display.

“I want the whole world to watch me fuck you,” he growls.

He grips my hips and drives into me forcefully, filling me up. I whimper and mewl, grasping at the window rail as if to anchor myself. I’m so turned on, so wet, that he slides in and out easily.

And he’s huge, reaching parts of me that I didn’t even know I needed. He starts slow, but builds quickly, fucking me harder and harder.

The pleasure is intense—more intense than anything I’ve ever felt in my life. It ramps up with his pace until finally, with a thrust that draws a groan from his throat, he tips me over the edge.

I come, crying out in pure ecstasy as I reach my release.

Chapter 12

Cole

My sleep is interrupted late at night by a quiet sound. At first, when I sit bolt upright in bed, I stare around in confusion, not sure what woke me.

The blaring red light of my alarm clock tells me that it’s three in the morning. Maybe it was nothing—or maybe it was Archie, getting out of bed.

I slide my legs out of bed, pausing to shoot a glare at the clock, then rise to my feet. Time to go check on the little man and make sure everything’s okay. I’m halfway to the door when I hear another sound, louder this time, and freeze.

That was not Archie.

Suddenly, there’s a sharp, loud cry that echoes in the hallway. Riley. My heart leaps to my throat, and I bolt for the door.

I burst into her room, worried that she must be in danger, or hurt, or something. I’m not quite sure what I’m expecting to find—maybe kidnappers breaking through the window, or something—but it’s not that.

Riley shoots up in bed, breathing hard, her eyes wild. I think I must have woken her when I opened the door, but she was clearly asleep before I came in.

She clutches the blankets to her chest as I step closer.

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