Page 73 of The Single Dad

“Red, red,” I gasp, tugging at Cole’s hair.

He stops immediately, but he arches a brow as he tilts his head up a little. “That’s cheating.”

“No,” I gasp, shaking my head. “I just… need a second.”

His eyes heat. “Are you really that close to coming already?”

I purse my lips as I stare down at him, giving him a sardonic look. “Have you met yourself? I’ve got the hottest man I’ve ever met on his knees in front of me, doing shit with his tongue that I’ve never experienced before. Yeah, I’m that close.”

His grip on my thigh tightens a little, as if he really fucking likes that answer. But he waits patiently, giving me a second to breathe through the pleasure humming in my veins. Once the buzzing of an impending orgasm subsides a little, I nod, biting my lip.

“Green.”

Instantly, Cole’s tongue is on my pussy again. He doesn’t go right for my clit this time, exploring and lapping at me with strokes that are deliberately teasing. The back of my head hits the door with a soft thunk as I lose myself in it, moving my hips a little to try to put his tongue right where I want it.

A few minutes later, my toes start to curl, my stomach tightening.

“Red!” I blurt.

He stops again, then adds two fingers when he resumes, sliding them inside me and pumping them slowly.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he groans. “Can’t wait until this is my cock. Gonna make you come so hard you fucking wreck me. This tight little pussy is gonna squeeze me like a vise.”

“Cole…” I moan his name, my hips moving more urgently now. “Please…”

“Please what?”

“Make me come. God, please.”

His low chuckle vibrates against my pussy, only serving to drive my arousal higher. “Oh, angel, do you think that’s what edging is? That I push you to the edge a couple times and then let you come? I told you this was a punishment for teasing me like that, and I don’t think you’ve learned your lesson yet. So I’m gonna eat you out and then fuck you, watching you take every inch of my cock. But I’m not gonna let you come, baby girl. Not until you truly beg me.”

The sexy growl in his voice sends a shiver through me, and for the first time, it occurs to me that although everything he’s doing feels amazing, this truly is a form of torture. The need to come is building inside me like pressure inside a valve, making my heart pound in my chest as my limbs shake.

“Yellow,” I whisper, playing along with his rules even though all I want is to crest the wave of the orgasm that’s hovering just out of reach.

“Such a good girl.” He slows his movements. “Goddamn, you’re fucking soaked, Riley.”

I lose track of how much longer he eats me out against the door. Time seems to stretch and expand as my eyes flutter closed, all my senses focused on the places where Cole is touching me. Several more times, I have to tell him to stop or slow down, and every time I inch right up to an orgasm and don’t fly over the edge, I can feel something inside me winding tighter.

A soft whining sound fills my ears, breathy and quiet, and I realize after a moment that it’s me. My hands are in Cole’s hair, gripping so tightly that my knuckles are white, and when I blink down at him, his eyes are dark with lust.

He meets my gaze, a hungry smile spreading across his lips. Then, instead of diving back in to eat me out some more, he rises to his feet. In almost the same movement, he scoops me up and carries me to the bed, depositing me on the mattress. I’m too strung out on pleasure to do anything but watch as he slowly strips himself bare, his gaze locked on me the entire time.

I’ve started keeping a fresh stash of condoms in my room, since the one I used the first night he fucked me was just a random one that I happened to have brought with me when I packed up my bathroom stuff. He grabs one of them from the nightstand and rolls it on, and my clit throbs as I watch the latex slowly cover his thick shaft.

“You keep looking at me like that, and I won’t be able to go slow,” Cole warns, his voice raspy.

My tongue darts out to wet my lips. “Maybe I don’t want you to go slow.”

“Fuck, Riley.” His jaw works as he climbs up onto the bed with me, spreading my legs as he kneels between them. “You make me lose control, you know that? You know how many promises to myself I broke because of you? When you first moved in, I promised myself I wouldn’t let myself jerk off to thoughts of you, but that only lasted a damn day. No matter how hard I tried to keep thoughts of you out of my head, it was goddamn impossible.”

He reaches down, his thumb finding my clit as he lines himself up and presses his cock into my slick pussy.

“You’re my temptation. My fucking weakness. Look how fucking stunning you are, laid out on your bed, taking my cock like it’s the only thing you need.”

“It is,” I gasp, fisting the sheets as my breath hitches. In this moment, I can’t think of anything else in the world that I could possibly need—except the orgasm that he’s been denying me for so long.

Despite what I said, he does go slow, working his way in carefully until he’s finally pumping all the way in and out with each stroke. Little spots of light dance at the edges of my vision, and I have to call out “red” again after a moment.

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