Page 123 of The Single Dad

My fingers are still locked around the headboard, my grip so tight I’m sure I’m going to be sore later. But before I can let go, Cole slides out from under me, giving my ass a squeeze.

“You’re not going anywhere. Stay just like that.”

“What—”

“I want you on your knees just like this. Keep holding the headboard. Don’t move,” Cole commands, and the roughness of his voice is all it takes to have my clit throbbing again.

He groans in satisfaction as he slides two fingers into me. “Fuck, you feel amazing,” he whispers. “My fingers are drenched.”

My eyelids droop a little, but I force them to stay open as I glance over my shoulder at him. He removes his other hand from my hip, sliding his fist up and down his shaft as he finger fucks me.

“Oh my god, Cole,” I whisper, my inner walls clenching around his fingers. “You look…”

He looks primal.

Like he can’t help but touch himself as he touches me. It’s a massive turn on to watch him jerking himself off like this, and to know that I’m the cause for his hard-on.

When our gazes meet, he’s staring at me as if I’m the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. He starts to work my clit again, alternating between teasing the little bundle of nerves and fucking me hard and deep with his fingers.

“Cole…” I trail off on a moan as his fingers slide in and out of me.

“Tell me you love this,” he demands.

“I love it. Fuck. Don’t stop.”

“Don’t stop what? Jerking off or touching you?”

“Both. Everything.” I shake my head, barely able to answer coherently. “Keep going.”

He does, pushing me right up to the edge of another orgasm. But just as my muscles are starting to tense, something warm building in my core, he suddenly does stop, dragging his fingers out of me.

“If you’re going to come again, I want it to be on my cock,” he growls.

That’s all the warning I get before he grips my hips again and lines himself up.

I moan with pleasure and need, holding my breath as he presses into me one deliberate inch at a time.

He groans behind me, and the sound makes my spine tingle.

My thighs shake, my knuckles going white as he stretches me open. When he finally bottoms out inside me, he pulls back with the same excruciating slowness—then he drives into me again, snapping his hips forward as he starts to fuck me hard.

“Oh god,” I gasp as he buries himself deeper. “Fuck, that feels amazing. How do you always know just what I need?”

“You like that?” His voice is like gravel. “This is what you need, angel? I’m what you need?”

“Yes.” I nod, unable to deny the truth of it.

Cole wraps my hair around one large hand and gives it a gentle yank, sending the perfect combination of pleasure and pain shooting through me.

I cry out and whip my head back. “I’m close.”

“Come on my cock,” he groans. “I want to feel it. Show me how good I make you feel, angel.”

Stars explode in my vision, and the surge of ecstasy shatters me into a million little pieces. My walls clench tightly around Cole’s cock, my back arching as a second climax whips through me. He groans behind me, a deep, masculine sound, as he hits his peak right after I do.

He stiffens, and his cock pulses inside me, filling me with his warm cum.

I sigh and moan at the same time as Cole’s hips grind against my ass, the last few shudders passing through us both. He trails one hand down my spine, leaving goosebumps in its wake as we breathe heavily.

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