Page 114 of The Single Dad

“Uh huh.” She nods wildly, then starts to shake her head, sliding her palms higher up the wall like she’s trying to keep her grip. “Cole, I can’t—fuck, I know I said I’d be quiet, but I can’t—I need—”

Her voice breaks off on a soft cry, and I go still inside her, wrapping one arm around her waist to pull her upright.

“I’ve got you, angel,” I breathe in her ear. “Come here.”

I pull out of her, groaning at the way her walls clench around me like her pussy is trying to drag me back inside. Then I lift her up and carry her over to the sink. It’s set inside a smooth marble countertop, easily wide enough for me to perch Riley on it. I set her down and shove her dress up and out of the way again, then grip her thighs and pull her forward so that she’s perched on the edge of the marble.

Keeping my gaze locked on her lust-darkened eyes, I reach up and loosen my tie, then tug it off and shuck my jacket as well. Setting them aside, I unbutton my dress shirt and gesture to the spot where my neck and shoulder meet.

“When you come, bite down,” I tell Riley. “Use me to muffle the sound.”

Her eyes widen a little, and her delicate throat works as she swallows. Then she nods, hooking her legs around my hips to pull me closer as her arms wrap around my shoulders. I don’t resist, sliding back inside her with a ragged sigh that feels like it comes from the very bottom of my lungs.

She feels even better like this—or maybe it’s just that in this position, I can see every subtle shift of her expression, every flutter of her eyelashes and movement of her lips. I can see everything I’m doing to her, and it drives my arousal even higher as I start to fuck her again.

The warm light from the fixtures beside the mirror gives a golden glow to her hair, and she looks exactly like the nickname I’ve taken to calling her in private.

She looks like an angel.

Beautiful and filthy and mine.

“You close?” I ask, dropping my head to kiss her as our breaths mingle.

“Yes.” Her answer is a whisper that I feel more than hear. “So close. Please…”

“I’ve got you,” I say again, a rush of satisfaction flooding my veins at the way she melts in my arms in response. “I’ve got you, angel. I know what you need.”

And I do.

Keeping her anchored with one hand, I shift the other so that my thumb finds her clit. I can feel how swollen it is, slick with her arousal, and I circle it deftly. She grips the back of my neck like she’s holding on for dear life, little panting moans falling from her lips with each thrust.

“Oh god,” she whispers, her voice strained. “Right there, don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t—”

She breaks off, wrapping her arms and legs tightly around me as she buries her face in my neck just like I told her to. I feel her teeth clamp down on my skin as the orgasm overtakes her, and the feel of her soft cry against my neck breaks the last thread holding back my own climax.

I follow her over the edge, cursing softly as she bites down harder. The hint of pain mingles with the surge of pleasure, making it a challenge to muffle my own cry as my cock pulses and spasms inside her.

“Riley,” I groan softly as I fill her up with my cum. “Fuuck.”

My arms wrap tightly around her waist, pinning her upper body against mine as we cling to each other for a long moment in the aftermath, breathing hard.

Slowly, Riley releases the clamped hold her teeth have on my neck. She licks the spot where she bit me, and I shudder at the feel of her tongue soothing away the sting. I know I’ll have to make sure to wear collared shirts to cover up the bite mark until it fades, but fuck, it was worth it.

“You’ve got an animalistic side,” I tease, drawing back a little as I pepper kisses to her jaw, cheeks, and lips. “I like it.”

“Did I hurt you?” she asks, grimacing. “Was it too much?”

I chuckle, running my fingers through her messy hair as I smooth down the strands. “Angel, when it comes to you, I’m quickly discovering that there is no such thing.”

The smile she gives me goes straight to my cock, which twitches inside her as if it’s contemplating another round.

“Well, good.” She bites her lip. “I don’t know what came over me back there at the table. I’m not usually so wild.”

“I like it.”

She chuckles, scraping her nails lightly over the skin at the nape of my neck. “Of course you do. It seems like you’ve got a thing for sex in public.”

I know she’s referring to the first time I ever touched her, when I made her come on that Ferris wheel before we reached the bottom, and I smirk, pressing another kiss to her swollen lips.

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