Page 138 of The Single Dads Club
I snatched them from his grasp and slipped them up my trembling legs. “Are you going to show me…what to do…?” I looked down at his groin.
He chuckled and sat down next to me on the couch, lacing his fingers behind his head. “Knock yourself out, sweetheart.”
I unbuckled his belt with fumbling fingers then released the button and zipper. A smile pulled at my mouth at the small victory and Cade leaned forward to kiss me.
He lifted his hips as I tugged down his jeans and boxers. His thick, rigid cock sprang free to greet me and I sucked in a deep breath. “You’re still shaved,” I murmured. I wondered if he was going to be starring in another video any time soon. The thought both excited and bothered me.
A smile crossed his lips. “Tell me something…you watched my video, right?”
I looked down.
“Answer me.” He tilted my jaw up, running his fingers along the length of my throat.
I nodded.
“How many times?” His voice was low and rough.
I shrugged. Even if I could have found my voice, I didn’t know the answer to that question. It was too many to count.
“Did you touch yourself?”
I nodded again.
“Fuck, that’s hot.” His rough voice sent a flood of moisture to my panties. “Show me,” he commanded.
Summoning my courage, I slipped off my panties and brought my hand down between my legs, gripping his thigh with my other hand since I was still balanced on my knees. Cade kept his eyes locked on mine before slowly lowering them to where my hand was rubbing gentle circles over my swollen flesh.
He sucked in a breath and held it. “Damn baby, that’s about the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen.”
I smiled crookedly up at him and dropped my hand, suddenly feeling unsure. Some things were just meant to be done in private. “It feels better when you do it,” I admitted.
He leaned forward and kissed me, easing his hand in between my legs. “Yeah?” His middle finger slid easily inside me.
“Yeah…” I groaned at the sudden fullness.
He flicked his finger along my inner wall and I almost crumbled to the floor. I gripped his legs to remain upright. “My fingers are longer,” he whispered. “I can reach your G-spot.” He nipped my lips in a quick kiss, massaging the spot again and again. My nails dug into his legs. “Just wait until I’m inside you,” he whispered.
I whimpered.
“Not tonight, cupcake.”
I moaned in protest. “Cade.”
“Shh.” His finger continued its torturous ministrations. “I’m not fucking you tonight.”
I winced at his use of the term. “You mean make love?”
His finger stilled inside me. “No, I mean fuck. If you want to make love, you go see your country-club boy, if you want to be properly fucked, you come to me.” His voice was rough. “But not until you’re ready. Not until you ask me.”
I nodded, knowing he was right. I wasn’t ready, but that didn’t mean I wanted him to stop, especially when I was so close again.
Cade slowly began working his thick finger against that sensitive spot once again. I gripped his thighs and I squeezed my eyes shut as an intense pressure built inside me and eventually blossomed into an earth-shattering orgasm. He let out a low tortured groan watching me with desire burning in his eyes. My eyes fell closed in complete bliss as I rode out the sensations.
Suddenly I couldn’t wait any longer to touch him. I leaned forward and trailed a path of soft, damp kisses along his shaft. His scent was musky and decidedly male, and I wanted more. I craved it in a way that was primal and entirely new to me.
I eased the broad tip of him into my mouth and suckled at the smooth skin. His breath released in a hiss from between his teeth. My hands joined in the fun, stroking up and down as I devoured the length of him.
“Damn, baby.” He groaned, his head dropping back against the couch.
