Page 27 of The Single Dads Club
“Fuck, baby. Yes.” He groans, clutching my body close.
I sense the moment he falls over the edge with me, his long, thick cock pumping hot semen into the condom as he clings to me, kissing my neck and murmuring dirty words of praise in my ear.
When it’s over, part of me can’t even process what just happened. Alexei merely folds me into his arms and rolls over onto the bed, breathless, still holding me.
Holy. Shit.
That was by far the best sex I’ve ever had. Alexei may have ruined me for anyone else.And, I’m not even mad.
Chapter Eight
Alexei
I slap Ryleigh lightly on the butt to wake her, unable to keep my hands off those curvy ass cheeks of hers. Though I know I should demonstrate control, it’s the last thing I want to do.
“Hmm?” she murmurs, blinking open hazy eyes.
“Time to get up, baby.” I smile. I fucking love the sight of her in my bed; I can’t help it.
“Why?” She groans.
It’s only seven, so I get it, but I rouse her again. “I’ve got practice.”
“Mmm.” She makes a noise, but I’m not sure what it means. It could meanfuck you. Orgo make me coffee. It could also meanokay, sounds great.
I chuckle and swing my legs over the side of the bed. I head to the shower only because it helps wake me up, and not because I actually want to leave this woman in my bed.
Twenty minutes later, Ryleigh is still in bed, and trust me, I get it. She insisted on getting up with Ella both times last night, even though I told her I’d take care of the baby.
I head to the kitchen, intent on making her a strong cup of coffee, and possibly making myself a plate of eggs. Last night was incredible, and I’m more than a little proud that I’ve rendered Ryleigh so useless this morning. The caveman in me is beating his chest proudly.
I smirk as I flip on my coffee machine and watch the drip brewer begin to work. I already have a bottle ready for Ella on the counter, knowing she’ll be awake in the next twenty minutes.
When I return to the bedroom five minutes later with a mug of steaming coffee for Ryleigh, she sits up in bed and smiles at me.
“You’re my hero.”
There’s something about that smile and the way she says that—it hits me right in the chest and I want to hit replay on this moment.
“You’re very welcome.” I press a soft kiss to her lips. “Last night was incredible. You are incredible.”
Ryleigh blushes and looks down.
She can’t be shy now. Not after last night.
I lift her chin. “Tell me what you’re thinking.”
She meets my eyes at last. “I loved every minute of it.”
I can’t help but feel proud of how I pleased her. I skim my hands along her upper arms up to her neck, her face, and then tilt her mouth to mine. I steal a long kiss, which Ryleigh gives me freely.
My cock twitches to life, stirring between us.
“Do you have time for this?” she asks between kisses.
“I’ll make time,” I say, and she swats at my upper arm. “I mean it. I want you so bad, baby.”
Without a word, Ryleigh draws her boxer shorts down over her hips and takes them off, leaving her bare from the waist down, and I remove her shirt.
