Page 7 of The Single Dad

He parts my folds with his thumbs and licks me, flattening his tongue against my clit and pressing soft kisses on my sensitive button. A full dose of pure desire shoots through my bloodstream.

My hands go to my mouth, trying to stifle a whimper, but he’s far from done. He’s almost right under me as he sucks and kisses my pussy with gentleness and reverence.

“Oh, God. Yes, Adrian. Right there, there.”

With absolutely no shame, I grab his hair and begin riding his face. It’s an awkward, slightly uncomfortable position—my legs apart, Adrian between them, and I’m holding on to him for dear life. My thigh muscles burn, but I’m past the point of caring.

This right here is my dream. Adrian pushes his tongue in and out of me as I rub my pussy against his face.

“Fuck! Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”

I get zero warning when my orgasm crashes into me, my legs giving out. But even before my soul lands back to earth, Adrian wraps my legs around his waist, and he backs to the sofa, sitting with a satisfied smile, his mouth glistening with my juices.

My juices on Adrian.

Damn. Who said dreams don’t come true?

He takes out his cock, and I salivate at the sight of it—long, thick, and veiny. I have no idea how it’s supposed to fit inside me, but I’m desperate for him. So without another word, I lift my hips and slowly lower myself onto him.

“Oh God. Oh God. GOD!.”

It’s a tight fit, but I slide easily enough until he’s fully seated inside me. Until I’m impaled on his cock.

I have to take a moment to breathe. I feel full, and I know it will only take a few thrusts before I come again.

“Oh, fuck.” Adrian snaps his eyes shut and throws his head back, his Adam’s apple bobbing. “Fuck, Noelle. I think I won’t last.” Words I never thought I’d hear from my lifelong crush.

I loop my arms around his neck and drag my tongue along the shell of his ear. “Then, come for me and come inside me.”

His hands tighten on my thighs, but I don’t let him deter me. I lift my hips, then slam back down. With my head burrowing in the crook between his neck and shoulder, I circle my hips and grind.

But Adrian doesn’t just sit still either. He snakes a hand between us and strums my clit. It’s still super sensitive from my earlier orgasm, but Adrian slows his finger and teases it.

“Noelle, you feel so damn good riding me like this. You ride me so well.”

He wasn’t kidding when he said he wouldn’t last. I can feel warmth weaving along my legs when he stiffens and thrusts from under me, his movements wild and uncoordinated. Thethought that he’s about to fill me with his come is what tips me over the edge.

“Noelle, fuck!”

“Adrian, I’m about to?—”

Stars explode before me, and I bury my face deeper, inhaling his scent, and feeling his thick come coating my walls. Pure ecstasy floods my body, radiating to my fingertips.

We stay like that for a few minutes, our bodies connected until Adrian softens inside me. My legs feel like wet noodles, but I don’t move. Instead, I nuzzle him, still in disbelief over what just happened. My breath has slowed down, but not my heart. It’s still galloping like I just ran a marathon. “That was even better than I thought.”

Adrian traces circles on the small of my back. “You thought about me fucking you?”

I smile and bury my face deeper in his neck. “You have no idea.”

3

ADRIAN

After what happened last night, I didn’t want to leave home. I wanted to stay and maybe take Noelle out for dinner and get to know her better because God knows we did it backward.

It all happened so fast, and I had to double and triple check with her if she regretted it. I know I don’t, but she came here for a job, and not even one night passed before I was fucking her senseless. Okay, she fucked me, but semantics, semantics, semantics.

But how could I let her go back to her room, knowing she might use that god-awful pink thing instead of my cock? I am nothing if not a pleaser.

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