Page 132 of The Single Dad

My heart is like a caged animal in my chest, my blood racing through my veins. My head spins a little, and I groan softly, not bothering to hold back anymore. The pleasure is too raw, too sensual, too overpowering.

My thighs start to shake as pleasure flows like a current inside me. I lean my head back, my breaths growing fast and ragged.

“Goddamn,” I grunt softly. “Take it all, angel. Fucking do it. So good.”

I want to edge myself. I don’t want to come yet, but I don’t know how much longer I can hang on to this sensation before it ruptures inside me.

Riley tilts her head at an angle, gazing up at me through her thick lashes as we make eye contact. My hand is clamped to the back of her head. The look she’s giving me while her mouth is wrapped around my cock, the tip pressing against the back of her throat, is too much to bear.

I tangle my fingers through her soft hair as I buck my hips upward, fucking her mouth hard and fast before spilling down her throat.

Riley swallows over and over again as I stiffen and shudder. A wild groan escapes my lips, followed by a panting sigh.

My jaw clenches as Riley sucks and wraps her lips around me, tight and contracting, her tongue stroking my skin. She swallows every last bit of my cum, but even after drawing the final spurt from me, she doesn’t pull away. She doesn’t stop.

She keeps sucking and swallowing around me, pushing the pleasure to a point where it edges on pain, drawing out my orgasm in a way that has me gritting my teeth as my balls tighten.

“Jesus fuck,” I bite out, my thigh muscles tensing. “You’re such a greedy girl. Fuck. Fuck!”

My cock gives one more weak pulse, and then I fall back against the couch, a shaking, panting mess.

Riley pulls away a moment later, both of her hands planted on my thighs for support as she lifts herself to sit next to me on the couch again.

“Was that okay?” she whispers.

I stare—no—gawk at this incredible woman.

How the fuck did I get so lucky to have her in my life? She licks her lips, giving me a shy and gentle smile even as my cum still glints on her lips.

“Fuck, Riley. Yes.”

I pull her toward me in answer, and our lips crash together. I groan at the taste of myself in her mouth, on her tongue.

Fuck the rules.

They don’t matter tonight.

Maybe they’ll never matter again. I don’t care.

My hand slides between her legs, and she moans quietly and arches her back. Her cheeks are pink, her pupils blown wide with desire.

I tug her onto my lap as we kiss as if our lives depend on it, and my fingers brush her inner thighs.

“I want to make you come,” I murmur against her neck as I pepper it with kisses.

“You don’t have to,” she whispers, even as she tilts her head to give me more access.

I chuckle roughly. “When has that ever stopped me? I don’t think you understand how much it turns me on to get you off.”

Riley whimpers, her teeth sinking into her bottom lip. She crosses her arms to lift her shirt over her head, and I help her yank it off.

I can’t wait a second longer to hear her moan for me. My hand between her legs slips inside her pants, my fingertips grazing her bare skin, burning to feel her soft, warm flesh. I part her pussy lips and sink my fingers into the perfect wetness of her core as she shivers in response.

“Pants off,” I whisper raggedly, reduced to two-word sentences, and she nods.

Quickly, she clambers off my lap, and even though I have to fight not to reach out and pull her back immediately, I’m drawn in by the sight of her as she shoves off her pants. Then she climbs back on top of me, fully bare, her legs straddling my thighs.

I pause to look at her, inch by beautiful inch, taking in the perfect pinkness of her nipples as I graze my thumbs over them. I study the dip of her waist, the flatness of her stomach, the way her breasts rise and fall with each breath.

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