Page 82 of The Single Dad

Something shifts in his features, any hint of playfulness or humor disappearing, replaced by a hungry sort of intensity. He sets the toy aside and grips my legs with his large hands, then starts to lap at me, licking up the arousal that coats my pussy lips and inner thighs.

The first time his tongue swipes over my clit, I have to clamp a hand over my mouth to keep in a shocked yelp as sensation lashes through me like a whip. My body is so overstimulated from the frequent buzz of the vibrator and the multiple orgasms that the slightest bit of pressure on it has me gasping.

Fortunately, Cole seems to read my body like an open book the way he always has, and he doesn’t push me too hard at first, keeping the movements of his tongue slow and gentle. More than trying to eat me out right now, it’s as if he’s just eating me, lapping up every bit of arousal that slicks my skin. Every once in a while, he groans in appreciation, and even the small vibrations from that sound are enough to make me whimper as my pussy clenches.

“You taste even better after coming so many times,” he mutters, dragging his tongue all the way up my slit in a long swipe. “How the fuck does a wicked little thing like you taste so sweet?”

I smirk against my hand, which I’ve still got pressed over my mouth. I like when he calls me wicked, especially since he gets most of the credit for that. I’ve never had sex this good in my life, and Cole makes me feel free to do and ask for exactly what I need.

I like it. A lot.

“Don’t stop,” I whisper, lifting my hand away from my lips. “Please.”

He chuckles. “You gonna come for me again, angel? Even after all those texts you sent me, are you gonna come on my tongue now?”

It should be impossible. I don’t see how I could possibly have another orgasm in me. But as if some other entity has taken control of my body, I nod anyway, reaching down to slide my fingers through his thick black hair. Cole makes a satisfied sound, but he doesn’t increase his pressure or speed. He just keeps doing what he’s doing, teasing out the pleasure that’s slowly starting to rise inside me.

He’s both patient and relentless, and when the sensations finally crest, my entire body shakes from head to toe. It’s different than any other orgasm I’ve ever had—less intense, but more of a whole-body climax, somehow seeming to light up every atom inside me.

I whimper incoherently, tugging on his hair, and Cole mutters muffled words of praise against my pussy.

When he finally leans back, the lower half of his face glistens with my arousal, and he wipes a hand over his chin. He wraps that same hand around his shaft, using my arousal as lube as he strokes himself. As exhausted and boneless as I am, the sight of his large fist swirling around the smooth head of his cock lights a new hunger inside me.

“My turn,” I whisper, rising up onto my knees and tugging at his arm to urge him to lie down.

He does, watching me with hooded eyes as I settle between his legs. “Fuck, angel. Put your mouth on me.”

I lick my lips, wrapping my hand around the base of his cock. Then I lean forward and slowly take it into my mouth. He’s big, and even though I’m starting to get used to the stretch of it when he fucks me, I’m definitely not used to taking him this way. I slide my lips down his shaft, but I only make it halfway before the smooth head of his cock hits the back of my throat.

My muscles tense a little as my gag reflex tries to rise up, and Cole gathers up my hair, wrapping it in his fist and holding it out of the way.

“Go slow,” he says, his voice husky. “You don’t have to push yourself. As good as it would feel to have you take me down that tight throat, it already feels fucking incredible.”

I nod as much as I can, my pulse thrumming. I know he meant what he said, but the rasp in his voice when he said how good it would feel to slide deeper did something to me, lighting a fire in my veins. I’ve never deep throated a guy before, but I suddenly want to try—if for no other reason than to hear that tone in Cole’s voice again.

Starting to move my hand and mouth in unison, I bob my head up and down, working to go a little deeper each time. My heart pounds harder, a little spike of adrenaline zapping through me every time his crown hits the back of my throat.

When I have him deeper than I’ve ever taken him before, I squeeze the base of his shaft with my hand and then swallow, and Cole’s thigh muscles go rigid.

“Fuck,” he grunts. “Jesus fucking Christ, Riley. Where did you learn to do that?”

I’m assuming the question must be rhetorical, since there’s no way I can answer right now. But I can also tell he liked it, so I do it again, holding my breath as I slide down a little farther and then swallow around him.

I keep going like that, opening my throat and the back of my mouth as much as I can as I struggle to take him all the way inside. Cole’s hand tightens around my hair, pulling on the strands until a pleasant sting spreads across my scalp. His breath is ragged, and when I look up at him through my eyelashes, his blue eyes are fixed on me.

“Goddamn. That feels so fucking good. You keep that up, and I’m gonna come down your pretty little throat. Is that what you want?”

The promise in his voice makes me shiver, and I’m about to nod, but I find myself shaking my head instead. His thick brows draw together, and he tugs harder on my hair, pulling me off his cock.

“No?”

There’s an edge of concern in his voice, like he’s worried he went too far or something, and I shake my head again.

“Next time,” I whisper, my voice a little hoarse from having him so far down my throat. I’ve never been so assertive in bed, but Cole brings it out in me. “This time, I want you to fuck me.”

The line between his brows smooths out, a hungry and possessive smile spreading across his face. “You sure? Your pussy has been through a lot tonight. You really think you can take me right now?”

As if in answer to his question, my core clenches. I can feel how exhausted my body is, but even so, that doesn’t stop me from wanting to feel him inside me—his thick cock spearing me, his large body hovering over mine, his muscles straining as his hips move.

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