Page 81 of The Single Dad

As I step outside the house, I pause in the threshold to send a couple of texts to Riley.

ME: I’m on my way back now, so I’ll be there soon.

ME: Open your legs, angel. The first thing I want to see is how wet you are.

Chapter 25

Riley

My entire body feels like it’s tingling from the string of orgasms I’ve had. I literally lost count at one point and just had to text an emoji to Cole because I couldn’t get my thumbs to type out anything more than that.

And yet somehow, despite how many times I’ve come tonight, heat flashes through me as I read his last text.

COLE: Open your legs, angel. The first thing I want to see is how wet you are.

Holy shit, this man. He’s not even here, and his dirty mouth still has me squirming. I follow the command in the text, leaving the vibrator inside my pussy and spreading my legs open wide.

It’s a vulnerable position to be in, especially since I can feel how wet I am, my slick arousal cooling on my thighs as the air hits it. But I trust Cole, and I like obeying his bossy orders in bed, because every time I do, the reward makes it well worth the effort.

My clit is still throbbing, and my entire lower body feels swollen and hot. The little silicone toy has finally stopped vibrating after going up and down in intensity all night. I’m assuming that means that Cole decided to take pity on me while he takes a car home from poker night, but all it really does is leave me aching for more.

I stare up at the ceiling, my bottom lip clamped between my teeth as the seconds and minutes tick by with agonizing slowness.

God, I hope the time is passing as slowly for him as it is for me.

I hope he’s telling his driver to fucking step on it.

A minute or two later, I hear the distant, muffled sound of the front door opening, and my heart lurches in my chest. My gaze snaps from the ceiling to the door, my pulse picking up as I wait.

It opens slowly, revealing Cole framed in the doorway. His shirt sleeves are rolled up on his forearms, revealing the thick, corded muscles there, and his collar has been loosened. His black hair is a little mussed, and he looks sexy as hell—especially because he’s looking at me like he wants to eat me.

He steps into the room, his blue eyes fixed on me as he closes the door behind him. His cock is a visible bulge behind his expensive dress pants, and he reaches down to palm himself as his gaze runs up and down my body.

“Goddamn,” he breathes, his voice low. “I’ve been picturing this the entire drive home. All fucking night. The way you’d look, sprawled out on the bed, pussy wet, legs spread. But this is so much better than anything I imagined.”

He moves closer to the bed, his focus never once leaving me as he slowly unbuttons his shirt and tosses it aside. The scarred planes of his chest and stomach come into view, and I watch ravenously as his muscles flex and bunch beneath his skin. He’s so fucking stunning, and although I get the feeling he’s a bit self-conscious about his scars, they do nothing to undercut his attractiveness.

I don’t think anything could, honestly.

“Cole,” I murmur, pressing my knees together as a shiver of arousal runs through me.

He shakes his head, a smile tugging at his lips. “Open,” he reminds me, his voice gravelly. “Keep those gorgeous thighs spread wide for me. Let me see what a dirty girl you are.”

My legs fall open again, and I shift a little on the mattress as he starts to work on his pants, undoing the button and fly. He shoves them down, slipping off his shoes at the same time, and my pulse starts to race when he finally grips the waistband of his black boxer briefs and shoves them down too.

His cock juts out from his body, hard and thick, and I can’t help but wonder how long it’s been like that. Has he been semi-hard for me all evening, reading my texts and controlling the vibrator from afar while he played poker with his friends? Has he been driving himself as crazy as he’s driven me, knowing that he was making me come over and over?

As if he can read my thoughts, Cole fists his cock, rubbing his thumb over the precum that’s gathering at the tip. “I played like shit tonight. Do you know how fucking hard it is to win a poker game when all of your blood keeps rushing south?”

I whimper softly, my inner walls squeezing around the toy. “Sorry.”

He smirks, crawling up onto the bed with me and gripping my inner thighs as he opens my legs even wider. “You don’t sound sorry.”

“Well… maybe I’m not.”

He settles between my legs, his gaze dropping to my wet, swollen pussy. “Goddamn. I’ve never been jealous of a piece of silicone before, but fucking hell, I am right now. Look at you, baby. You’re squeezing it so tight.”

“Uh huh.” I nod, my breath hitching as he slowly pulls the toy out of me. He drags his tongue over it, cleaning it up, and I practically come again from the look on his face as he tastes my arousal.

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