Page 131 of The Single Dad

Is it really so terrible if she wants to comfort me? And is it really a big deal if she wants to show it in a way that brings us both pleasure and connects us on a more intimate level?

I glance over my shoulder. If Archie were to wake up and stumble into the living room looking for us, we’d have time to stop before he realized anything was amiss, thanks to the angle of the couch.

I glance back at Riley.

Her large brown eyes are gazing at me expectantly.

Before I can convince myself that this is a bad idea, that I’m hurting and not in any position to make a rational decision, I nod.

“Fuck it,” I murmur. “I don’t care about the rules. Do you?”

In answer, Riley gets to work immediately, as if she’s afraid I’ll have second thoughts and ask her to stop.

But there’s not a chance in hell that I will.

The fact that she’s the only thing I need right now scares the shit out of me, but I try not to focus on that in this moment. I’ll figure out what to do with it later.

Right now, I can only focus on the way she’s touching me and how perfect it is.

She’s so damn beautiful that as she strokes her fingers up and down the length of me, I think I might lose my mind. Her head dips between my legs, and I close my eyes and try not to groan too loudly when her soft lips wrap around the tip of my cock.

My hands sink into her hair, and I squeeze the strands, trying not to push her head down—because I don’t want to hurt her, don’t want to force her to take too much of me at once.

I want her to do it her own way, the way she’s comfortable, at her own pace.

But fuck, it feels so good. I have to control the heavy thud of my heart and the demanding ache in my cock. My body wants to take charge as I lose myself in the pleasure, in the way her mouth glides up and down my shaft.

“Riley…”

Her name trails off in a whisper from my lips, and I clamp my hand around the back of her head. But instead of pushing her deeper between my legs, I lift her head.

My cock pops free from her mouth, and she looks up at me with wide eyes as I shake my head, unable to form words for what I’m feeling.

“What’s wrong?” Her eyebrows furrow just the slightest bit.

“I can’t… I don’t want to hurt you.”

Her expression clears, and she runs her palms over my thighs. “You won’t.”

I clench my jaw. “I’m fucked up in the head right now, angel. I don’t have the same control I normally do. I know I’m a lot to take, and I can’t promise I’ll be gentle tonight.”

Her breath hitches slightly at my words, her pupils dilating. But she shakes her head. “You don’t have to be gentle. I’ll tap out if it’s too much, but I want to do this. I want to help you feel better.”

I swallow hard as I study her, my gaze trailing over every inch of her face. Her cheeks are slightly flushed, and her mouth is a little redder from taking my length one inch at a time, trying to devour it to make me feel good.

“You always make me feel better,” I tell her, raw honesty in my voice.

The flush on her cheeks deepens. “Good. Then let me do this. I can take more of you.” Her gaze flicks to my strained cock. “All of you.”

The way she looks at me sends a rush of heat through me, along with something else I can’t quite name.

I finally allow my muscles to relax, and I sink into the couch cushions, widening my legs so Riley can situate herself between them on her knees, her hand at the bottom of my pulsing cock.

Her mouth slowly closes around the top again. She starts to slide her lips down, inching slowly along my shaft, and I hiss out a breath.

“Fuck, that’s good. Keep going.”

Her tongue starts grazing, tracing circles across my skin. She is mapping out the veins in my shaft and gliding over them with the edges of her teeth and the tip of her tongue.

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