Page 66 of The Single Dad

Automatically, my hands go to her wrists, banding them firmly but gently to stop her. She freezes, glancing up at my face in surprise. I can see both curiosity and worry in her gaze, as if she’s concerned that she’s overstepped but isn’t sure quite how.

I hesitate, something twisting low in my stomach. I’ve gotten so accustomed to leaving my shirt on during sex that it barely even entered my mind. Normally, I’d tell her to leave it where it is, then distract her with a good, hard fuck.

But for some reason, instead of doing that, I slowly unwrap my fingers from around her wrists. Then I give her what she wants, tugging my shirt off and tossing it onto the floor.

Riley’s gaze moves over my torso, her eyes widening a little as she takes in the scars on one side of my chest and waist. I clench my jaw, feeling more exposed than I have in a long time as I wait to see disgust or pity in her eyes.

“Cole…”

She traps her full bottom lip between her teeth, reaching up slowly to trail her fingertips over the scarred flesh. The nerve endings are damaged in some parts, making sensations muted and different in that area, but the feel of her touching me like this as she gazes up at me with desire still burning in her eyes is more than I can take.

My cock jerks, practically straining toward her, and I capture her wrists again and pin them to the bed over her head as I hover over her. I kiss her hard, licking into her mouth as my cock nudges at her entrance.

God, I wish I could fuck her with nothing between us. She feels so damn good, soft and warm and wet—but I need to be smart.

I tease us both for another moment, pressing my cock head against her pussy, then draw back with a low groan.

“I don’t have another condom with me,” I tell her. “I have to go get one from my room.”

“No, it’s okay.” She shakes her head quickly, her dark brown hair spread out over the pillow. “I have one in here, I think.”

I release her wrists, and she scrambles out from beneath me, disappearing into the bathroom and rifling through the belongings she brought with her when she moved into my house. She makes a quiet noise of triumph a moment later, then flicks off the light and returns to the bedroom, carrying a small foil-wrapped packet.

She crawls onto the bed and tries to hand the wrapped condom to me, but I don’t take it. Instead, I roll onto my back and prop one arm behind my head, watching her with a smirk playing at the edges of my lips.

“Go ahead,” I tell her. “Put it on.”

A gorgeous flush paints her cheeks, and she glances at my cock, hesitating for only a second before tearing open the little packet containing the condom. She rolls the condom over my length, and the feel of her delicate hands touching me sends pleasure shooting up the base of my spine.

My thigh muscles tense, and when she finishes rolling the condom all the way down, I grit out, “Now ride me.”

Riley’s gaze shoots up to meet mine, surprise flashing in her eyes as the color on her cheeks deepens. Maybe the same boys she’s been with who preferred to eat her out in the dark also stuck to missionary only, which is their fucking loss, because I already know she’s going to look like a goddess riding my cock.

She licks her lips, looking slightly uncertain as she crawls upward to straddle my waist, awkwardly moving into position. I grip her thighs to help steady her as her knees settle on either side of me, her pussy pressed right against the base of my shaft.

“That’s right,” I tell her encouragingly, my voice taking on a commanding note. “Just like that. Now put my cock inside you.”

She rises up a little, gripping my shaft again as she lines me up with her entrance. She starts to sink downward, and even though I was just inside her not that long ago, it’s still a tight fit. Her face scrunches up with an adorable look of concentration as she works herself up and down, taking me a bit deeper each time.

“There you go,” I praise. “You weren’t so sure it would fit, but now look at you, taking every fucking inch.”

Riley’s walls clench around me as I speak, and something hot sparks in her light brown eyes. She drops her weight a little harder on the next stroke, finally sinking all the way onto my dick. Our pelvises meet, and I groan at the feeling of being completely enveloped by her.

She lets out a shuddery breath, moving to rest her hands on my chest. But before her palms make contact with my skin, she glances at the burned patches again, then up to my face.

“Is it okay if I…?”

I nod, my fingers digging into her hips. “Angel, as long as my cock is inside you, you can touch me anywhere you want.”

She makes a little noise in her throat, bracing her hands on my pecs. Then she rolls her hips, starting to ride me just like I told her to.

It takes her several seconds to find her rhythm, but it doesn’t fucking matter. Everything she’s doing feels incredible, and when her movements start to become more confident and purposeful, I let out a breath through my teeth.

I can’t tear my gaze away from her, completely entranced by the way her hair shifts across her shoulders with each movement, the way her small breasts sway slightly. Unable to stop myself, I reach up to cup them, rubbing my thumbs over her nipples. Riley whimpers softly, and the sound goes straight to my cock.

“What do you want?” I ask her. “What do you need? Tell me.”

“I—” She shakes her head, her eyelids fluttering. “I don’t know.”

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