Page 65 of The Single Dad

She releases her grip on my shoulders, threading her fingers through my hair instead as I lick and suck at her nipple. Her grip is tight, like she wants to keep me right where I am, and she arches her back, offering me more of her perfect breasts.

“Good,” she whispers. “Because I want you again. Fuck, Cole. That feels so good.”

I growl against her soft skin, continuing my assault on her breasts. They taste almost as good as her pussy did, and the sounds she’s making right now will replay in my head every time I jerk off for the next week, I’m sure of it.

She’s so fucking responsive. I love it. She’s better than every hot and dirty fantasy I’ve ever had about her, and it only makes me want more.

When I finally pull away from her breasts, the pale skin there is flushed and marked. Her nipples are hard little peaks, still glistening and wet from when I had them in my mouth, and her honey-brown eyes are hazy and hooded with desire.

I work my way down her stomach, pressing kisses to the flat stretch of skin there until I reach the neatly trimmed hair above her pretty pussy.

When I press a kiss to her clit, a little cry gets stuck in her throat, her thigh muscles tensing as if they’re about to clamp around my head. I grip them lightly, spreading them wider instead as I drag my tongue up her slit.

“God, oh fuck,” she breathes. Then she shakes her head. “You don’t have to… you don’t have to do that. I’m already ready.”

A lift a brow, tilting my head a bit to look up at her. “You don’t want me to eat you out?”

She flushes, the pink color on her chest rising up to her cheeks. “No, I do. I just thought it was something most guys only did to get a girl ready for sex. And if that’s the case, you don’t have to.”

Jesus. Who the fuck are these guys she’s been sleeping with?

They certainly sound more like boys than men. I don’t quite know why, since I just told her I’m not looking for anything more than sex, and I meant it—but I feel an unaccountable surge of jealousy at the idea of another man between her legs. Especially a man who considered eating her out to be some kind of chore he had to do just to be sure she was ready to take his cock.

“Let’s get one thing straight, angel,” I tell her, releasing one of her thighs so I can press two fingers into her. She’s wet, and since she’s already taken my cock once tonight, they slide in easily. “I’m not most guys. And I’m not doing this…” I circle her clit with my tongue. “…because I have to. I’m doing it because I want to. Because I fucking love the way you taste. I’ve been dreaming of it for far too long, and now that I can finally indulge in you, I’m going to.”

The soft moan that falls from her lips in response to my words goes straight to my cock, and I bury my face between her legs, curling my fingers to stroke her g-spot as I lap at her.

Her hips undulate against my face as she starts to seek out more pressure, and one of her hands lands on the back of my head for a second before drifting away, like she can’t quite decide where to put it.

“That’s a good girl,” I mutter against her soaked pussy. “Gonna make you come for me again.”

“God, how do you—oh, fuck!” Whatever she was going to say ends in a breathy cry as I suck lightly on her clit.

Her hand lands on the back of my head again, but this time, she grabs my hair tightly, like she’s holding on for dear life. The feel of her so close to falling apart lights a fire in my veins, and I keep going, paying close attention to the way her stomach muscles contract and every little hitch of her breath. Every single response is like a breadcrumb showing me what will push her over the edge into an orgasm, and I follow her lead, giving her more of what she needs.

“Cole,” she whispers after a while, her voice strained. “Fuck, Cole, I’m gonna… oh my god, please don’t stop.”

She doesn’t even have to ask. The feel of her pussy clenching around my fingers is like a drug, and I couldn’t stop if I wanted to.

My tongue presses harder against her clit, sliding over the little bud in tight circles, and she gives a sharp tug on my hair as her climax finally hits. Her muscles go stiff, her entire body straining as pleasure crashes through her, and she claps her free hand over her mouth to stifle her cry.

I groan softly against her swollen flesh as I work her through her orgasm, my cock hard as steel and leaking precum from the tip.

Usually, with the women I bring back to my place for sex, I make sure they know that we need to stay quiet so as not to wake Archie. Riley clearly had that thought without me even needing to tell her, and although I love that she cares so much for Archie that she wouldn’t want to risk waking him, an unfamiliar caveman-like part of me wishes she could get loud for me. Wants to hear her screams.

Another groan rumbles in my chest, and I swipe my tongue over her clit again, making her shiver as I finally lift my head.

She loosens her hold on my hair, staring down at me with sex-glazed eyes that might be the actual death of me.

“Do you want more?” I ask, rising up onto my knees between her legs. My cock juts out beneath my shirt, which I still have on, and I wrap my fist around it.

“If you mean do I want you to fuck me again… oh, hell yes.”

The way she says the words while eyeing my cock makes me laugh, and it’s such a strange feeling to do that during sex that it takes me aback a bit. It’s been a long while since I enjoyed myself this much, and that’s got to do with more than just the mind-blowing orgasm I had earlier.

“Good,” I growl. “Because I need to be inside you again.”

“Wait.” She sits up a little, reaching for my shirt. “Take this off.”

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