Page 104 of Challenged by the Single Dad

“Okay.” He returned to her hole and pressed gently. “Push out with your muscles. It’ll make it easier. I’ll go slow.”

Still bobbing up and down on his cock, she did as she was told, and he slipped into the first knuckle.

“Good girl,” he praised, earning a new flush of color to her cheeks. “Almost in.”

“I feel really … full.”

“Yeah, you do.” He slid up to the next knuckle, then the base of his finger. “You okay?”

“Yeah. It’s … weird.”

“Good weird?”

“Yeah … good weird.”

“Keep moving. See how it feels.”

“Oh.” She hadn’t even realized she’d stopped, so she resumed her riding and when he glanced up into her eyes and the pure shock and pleasure that erupted on her face, he couldn’t stop the smile from curving up his mouth. “That’s … wow!”

“I’m close,” he gritted out. “Fuck, you feel good.”

“Oh god … Dom …”

Leaning forward, he pressed his forehead to her shoulder, his cock as deep as it could go inside of her, his finger in her ass. Through the thin membrane that separated her ass from her pussy, he could feel his cock with his finger and vice versa. It felt even better when there was a plug or vibrator. Maybe they’d get there one day?

But he was getting ahead of himself.

Right now, they needed to focus.

He welcomed the distraction though. If he let his mind wander just a little, he could hold on and wait for her so they could come together. Not for long though.

Was she even close?

“Dom … I … oh … god—”

Thank. Fuck.

Chloe’s entire body stilled, as her pussy throbbed around him, squeezing him like a vice, pulling him deeper while also somehow simultaneously pushing him out. He felt it with his cock, and his finger. Her pants and wordless cries only galvanized his own release and within two heartbeats, he was filling her up. His balls tightened against his taint as a rush of heat filled his belly and groin. His cock pulsed with every spurt, it was such a release it was practically painful if it didn’t feel so fucking good.

Once he was finished, his brain back in his skull and not between his legs, he gently bit her shoulder, then kissed it, pulling his finger from her ass and carefully wrapping his arms around her as she trembled in the echoes of her climax.

It was a few more moments before she was able to relax and breathe deeply. Then, without saying a word, she climbed off him and skittered across the hall to the bathroom.

Fuck, please don’t have her come back and tell me to leave.

He slipped out of bed and went to wash his hands and face at the kitchen sink. Then he filled up two water glasses and brought them back to bed. She was still in the bathroom when he returned. So, hopeful, he climbed into bed, pulled the covers up over his waist, leaned against the headboard and waited.

His stomach was in his throat when the bathroom door finally opened.

Was she going to kick him out?

Or ask him to stay the night?

She met his gaze on the threshold of the bedroom, her hair a wild, red mess around her head as most of it had escaped the braid, and her cheeks were still flushed from their efforts. She’d never looked more beautiful.

He pulled in a deep breath. Waiting for the invitation, or the guillotine.

“Are you okay?” he asked, his belly a swirling vortex of worry.

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