Page 67 of The Single Dad

“Yes, you do. You know what feels good. So tell me.”

“Keep doing that,” she whispers. “But harder. Pinch them.”

Fuck. I do what she asked for, playing with her breasts a little more roughly, and she starts to ride me with more urgency, her stomach muscles flexing and contracting.

“What else?” I demand. “I want you to come on my cock, Riley. Tell me what’s gonna get you there.”

Her eyes are half-closed by now, like she’s lost in all the sensations that are building up inside her. Her fingers curl against my chest, her nails pressing into my skin a little, and even though I can’t feel it as well on the side with the scarring, the tiny bite of pain sends heat pulsing through me.

“I need…” She pauses, breathing hard. “My… my clit. I can’t come without something there.”

Immediately, I drop one of my hands from her breast to her clit, pressing my thumb to the hard little nub and circling firmly. My palm rests against her lower belly, and I apply a bit of pressure, knowing it will make everything she’s feeling more intense.

“Oh.” Riley’s eyes flare wide, and she stares down at my face as she tightens around me like a vise. “That feels… oh god, don’t stop.”

I grunt in response, my hips lifting upward to meet her on every stroke as the pressure in my balls builds. I could come right fucking now, but I won’t let myself. I can tell she’s on the verge of another orgasm, and I want to see it overtake her.

“Come on, angel,” I murmur hoarsely. “Come for me. Be a good fucking girl and come all over me.”

She makes a soft mewling sound, her breathing growing harsh as I put more pressure on the spot just above her pelvis. My thumb keeps working her clit, which is slick with her arousal, and when I find the pattern that she seems to like most, I repeat it over and over.

“Oh god,” Riley whispers, looking almost shocked. “Oh god, oh fuck, oh fuck.”

The last word turns into a whispered scream, an almost soundless cry as her mouth falls open. She slams down onto my shaft and goes still, her muscles quivering around me. A gush of wetness spills from her, soaking my balls as she comes hard.

The look and feel and sound of her climax snaps whatever threads of patience or sanity I had left. I snap my hips upward, grabbing her hips again to work her up and down my length as I fuck into her hard and fast, chasing my own pleasure. It hits a second later, sending me falling into oblivion after her, jets of cum filling up the condom.

Riley collapses against my chest as I pulse softly inside her a few more times. I can feel the rapid thud of her heart against mine, and her shaky exhales gust over my neck.

“Holy shit,” she pants. Then she squirms against me a little, lifting her head. She glances downward between us and winces, embarrassment filling her expression. “Fuck, I… oh god, I made a mess. That’s never happened before, I’m so sorry.”

She starts to move as if she’s going to get up, but I wrap my arms around her, keeping her right where she is.

“That’s not something you have to apologize for,” I tell her. “Ever. Good sex is messy sometimes. And that was very good.”

She wrinkles her nose, looking unconvinced, so I pull her in for a kiss, lifting my head to press my lips to hers. Gradually, she melts against me, humming into our kiss as it deepens. When our lips break apart, she rests her head on my chest again, letting out a quiet sigh.

“It’s a good thing we already agreed we can do this again,” she murmurs, laughing softly. “Because I think I might be a little addicted to how it feels.”

I palm the back of her head, stroking her hair as I gaze up at the ceiling.

Yeah, so am I.

Chapter 21

Riley

After another long moment where we just breathe together, my body slumped over his, Cole gently rolls us over, depositing me on the bed as his softening cock slips from my body. He slides the condom off, and I can’t help but stare at the mess I made, the way I soaked the base of his cock and his balls.

I bite my lip, still a bit embarrassed by the sight, even though he made it clear that it turned him on a lot.

I’ve never gushed like that before. I didn’t even know it was possible.

What other things is this man capable of doing to my body?

That thought makes me shiver slightly as he climbs out of bed, heading to the bathroom this time to dispose of the condom and wash up. He returns a moment later and strides back over to the bed, where I’m watching him through half-lidded eyes.

After two rounds of intense sex, I’m exhausted, close to sleep. This bed has never felt so comfortable, and I don’t think I’ve ever felt this satisfied.

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