Page 122 of The Single Dad

“You’ll get rewarded soon enough, angel. I promise.”

Honestly, I don’t care if he punishes me or rewards me. I’ll take either, because knowing Cole, he’ll make sure I enjoy them both equally. So I keep tugging on his hair, trying to get him right where I want him.

For one brief second, his tongue grazes my clit. Then I help as he lifts me up and switches our positions, maneuvering his body underneath me so that he’s now lying on the mattress and I’m straddling him.

I gaze down at him, my heart thumping hard at how sexy he looks like this, his hair mussed from sleep and his expression entirely open. But before I can get too used to the sight, he tugs on my hips, urging me up toward his head.

“What are you doing?” I whisper.

“You’ll see.”

“Is this the punishment or the reward?”

He smirks. “You’ll have to let me know afterward. Now get up here.”

His dark blue eyes meet mine, and he taps his lips with two fingers. My pulse thrums in my veins as I give him what he so clearly wants, following his urging as I crawl up to straddle his face. My knees rest on either side of his head, my pussy hovering less than an inch from his mouth.

“You’re going to have to do better than that,” he murmurs, tightening his grip on my hips. “I want you to sit on my face.”

I hesitate. “Are you sure?”

“Fuck yes. Grab the headboard and hold on tight. You’ll need something to keep you steady while I make you come on my tongue.”

A fleeting slice of self-consciousness crackles through me. I’m not that heavy, but still, I’m a little worried I’ll suffocate him.

“How will you breathe?”

He chuckles, lifting his head to drag his tongue over me once. “If I have to choose between oxygen and eating you out the way I want to, I’d choose the latter every damn time.”

I shake my head, unable to suppress my grin. “Has anyone ever told you you’re crazy?”

“You make me that way.”

He tugs on my hips again, and I finally relent, letting him situate me right where he wants me. He takes his time as he starts to eat me out, alternating between kissing, sucking, and grazing his tongue over my clit.

I moan and arch my back, sinking deeper onto him.

Despite my initial reservations, it doesn’t take long for him to get me out of my own head the way he always does. I find myself surrendering to everything, my inhibitions vanishing when I’m with him.

His tongue slides inside me, and I let out a whimpering moan, my hips shaking between his strong hands.

“Mmm… fuck, angel. Just like that,” he groans, pausing to nip at my clit before pressing his tongue into me again.

“Cole…” I trail off in a panting, whining moan.

My fingers tighten around the headboard, and I roll my hips against his face, grinding harder, chasing that pressure that feels so good it makes me melt.

“Good girl. Fucking ride my face.”

He keeps going, teasing me and devouring me as he murmurs filthy words against my pussy, praising me and telling me how good I taste, how perfect I am. It all goes to my head, and I lose track of time as I let my head fall back, my hands tight on the headboard.

I know I’m soaking his chin, but I can’t even care about that right now. Pleasure is building inside me, slowly and steadily ratcheting higher and higher.

He must sense that I’m close, because he groans softly, doubling his efforts. His tongue slips from inside me as he grazes a swirling pattern of perfect circles around my clit, making my breath catch. And when he clamps his lips over my clit and begins to gently suck, it pushes me over the edge.

I come hard, pressing my lips together to muffle my cry the way I always do in this house.

“Fuck yes,” he mutters, working me through it until the last aftershock runs through me.

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