Page 133 of The Single Dad

She squirms on my lap, and my hands start to move again, traveling down her stomach, trailing across her thighs, parting the sensitive flesh between her legs.

“Cole…”

My name is a breathless whisper, a plea on her lips.

“I’ve got you,” I breathe. “I’ll take care of you, just like you took care of me.”

My thumb presses against her clit, and I relish in the way she gasps, her mouth falling open slightly as I trace slow circles around the little bud. She makes a soft noise and arches her back, her thighs shaking.

“That’s it,” I coax. “Good girl. Moan for me. Tell me how good it feels.”

“Oh my…” She trails off again, her chest rising and falling faster now. “You have no idea… how good it feels.”

“Do you want more?” I don’t look away from her for a second. “Do you want me to make you come?”

“Please,” she urges. Her voice is desperate, and my cock throbs all over again at the sound of her pleading like this. “I need to come.”

“How badly do you want it?”

“So badly. Fuck, Cole, you wreck me.”

Something proud and possessive rises in my chest as I watch her respond to my ministrations. I slide one finger inside her, making an appreciative noise at how warm and slick she is. When I add a second finger, Riley starts to writhe on top of me. Her palms dig into my shoulders as she grinds her pussy on my hand.

Her ass shakes slightly as she bounces a little on my lap, riding my fingers. All the soft moans and sighs she’s making are driving me crazy in the best way.

“You’re so wet, angel,” I rasp. “I can hear it.”

Her cheeks flame at the reminder of the quiet, filthy sounds that fill the air around us, but she doesn’t stop moving.

“Right there,” she whispers. “Against my clit.”

“You close?”

“Uh huh.” She nods, her gaze finding mine.

“Then get yourself off. Use me, angel. Ride my hand the way you like. Take everything you need.”

She lets out a soft sobbing sound, working her hips harder as she drops her head to kiss me greedily. I kiss her back, feeling the tension as it builds and then breaks in her body.

She stiffens against me, her inner walls fluttering around my fingers as I curl them to work her g-spot.

“You have to be quiet,” I remind her gently between kisses. “Try not to scream.”

She obeys, crushing her lips against mine to muffle the moans, but I can tell it’s a struggle for her not to be loud at the peak of her climax.

A gush of wetness slicks my fingers as she trembles on top of me, rolling her hips over and over as desperation finally ebbs away to sated satisfaction.

Finally, our kiss breaks. She leans back a little, and I drag my fingers out of her, offering them to her for her to clean them up. She obliges, wrapping her lips around both fingers as her tongue slides over them.

“Good girl,” I murmur approvingly.

She smiles as I slip my fingers out of her mouth. She’s breathing hard as if she’s just ran a mile, a sheen of sweat on her skin making the tiny, loose strands of hair stick to the back of her neck.

She’s glowing.

Impossibly, agonizingly gorgeous.

I stroke her cheek with my thumb, and we sit there, her in my lap, our eyes locked, for what feels like forever.

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