Page 43 of The Single Dad Dilemma

“If I’m being perfectly honest,” I say, pausing to unbury my head and look at him. “Your scent makes me absolutely feral.”

Ridge’s eyes darken as a different kind of grin emerges. He sweeps his fingertips over my jaw and down to my chin, then tilts it left to expose my throat.

He presses his lips to the pulse point just under my earlobe in that hollow space that immediately sends a wave of goose bumps over my skin.

“So you’re my feral little thing, are you?” he asks, lips still hovering closely. He nips at me with his teeth, causing my grip on his back to tighten.

“Yes.” The word comes out almost like a moan.

“Say it,” he whispers, biting me again.

“I’myourferal thing.”

He groans as his hands move down my body. He cups my ass, hoisting me into the air. I wrap my legs around him, holding tightly around his neck. His face is level with my chest as he backs me up and sets me on the counter.

Ridge buries his face into me as his hands slide up and down my sides. I cup his face, urging him to look at me. When he does, all I can see is need in his eyes.

He captures my mouth, wrapping a hand around the nape of my neck. He deepens the kiss, parting my lips and exploring with his tongue.

I return every heated touch, every kiss. My hands ravage the corded muscles of his back and down his sides. Unable to stopmyself, I reach for the hem of his shirt and tug upward. He pulls back from me long enough to raise his arms and let me take it all the way off.

Ridge’s bare chest heaves, his tattooed skin mesmerizing to look at. I could spend all day tracing the details of each piece of artwork he’s adorned with. And I would right now except I have a different agenda.

I run my hand over his chest, down his stomach, and beneath the elastic of his boxer briefs. I cup his cock, stroking my palm over it as it grows harder.

“Oh, honey,” he says, moaning through gritted teeth. His lips graze my earlobe. “My feral honey.” He hums in the back of his throat. “My sticky-sweet wild thing.”

Ridge’s hands are on my ass again, pulling me from the counter. He carries me down the hall and seats me at the edge of his bed. Without missing a beat, I reach for him again, stroking him through the thin silky material. His head rolls back, and he just enjoys it for a moment.

The way he reacts to me, to my touch, is as intoxicating as his scent. I’ve never felt so empowered in an intimate setting before. Most of the time, I’m uncertain if what I’m doing feels good or is what they want. With Tyler, I never felt like I was satisfying him. Which is a real mind fuck, if I’m being honest.

Ridge reaches down, pressing his thumb into my mouth. I suck and his dick twitches in my hand as I work to free him from his clothing. His pants and underwear fall to the ground.

“Put your mouth on me, Darcy,” he says, removing his hand from my face. He steps closer as I take the tip of him between my lips.

I swirl my tongue over his head, tasting the first salty beads of precum. My body hums in response, and suddenly I’m wet and clenching, which only fuels my hunger for him. I suck hiscock deep into my mouth, feeling him push at the back of my throat.

His muscles flex in response as a guttural sound escapes him.

“That’s a good girl,” he says between gritted teeth. “You’re doing so well.”

Words I’ve longed to hear and didn’t even know it. I’ve always suspected I needed a little praise in my sex life. It does nothing but spur me on.

I take him deep, gagging a little. He responds, thrusting forward and groaning. More than anything, I want to make him feel good, because it makesmefeel good.

Ridge reaches down and grabs me by the throat. It’s a firm grip, but he’s not choking me. If anything, there’s a comforting reassurance somehow.

“Let me feel my cock slide into this pretty throat of yours,” he says, biting down on his words.

And Jeeeeezus, this is by far the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced. No way would Tyler or anyone else I’ve been with talk to me like this. And I know there’s no other way I’d want it now that I’ve had it.

I pump him into my mouth several more times. Tears prick the outer corners of my eyes as I gag on him again and again.

All at once, he pulls out and gently pushes me to lie down. I slide back, pulling my legs onto the bed. In one rather smooth motion, Ridge reaches up, tugs on the top edge of my leggings, and brings everything down. He discards it all to the floor, leaving me bare from the waist down.

I pull my shirt off and then my bra as he watches, stroking himself. His eyes roam over me, drinking me in.

“You’re so beautiful,” he says, voice low and gritty.

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