Page 44 of The Single Dad Dilemma

A surge of emotion stirs in my chest. For possibly the first time in my life, I believe the person uttering those words to me. And I believe I’m beautiful.

“Come here,” I whisper, spreading my legs to make room for him to crawl between them.

He grabs a condom from the drawer of his bedside table, then kneels onto the bed, lowering himself to me.

The shaft of his cock presses against my center, nearly taking my breath away. I wrap my arms around him and pull his mouth down to mine. He kisses me tenderly, tongue sweeping against my lips like a feather. I suck his bottom lip into my mouth. I drag my teeth slowly over the sensitive flesh.

He inhales sharply as he moves his hand over my tit, massaging it into his palm. I squirm under his touch and arch into him. He shifts ever so slightly to the side as he runs his hands down my side and over my hip.

Two fingers part me and run down either side of my clit. Ridge hums in the back of his throat as he slides his digits back and forth. The friction causes an overwhelming sensation, and I find myself arching my body toward him, needy for more.

Ridge dips his head lower, sucking my left nipple into his mouth. His hand never stops as he licks and sucks the hard bud in-between nibbling gently. I never knew you could experience so many sensations at once. My nervous system doesn’t know where to concentrate.

“Oh… my… god…” My breaths are shallow and ragged as I grip him tightly, trusting him to take me on this ride. “Ridge, please.” I moan and wiggle against his hand, chasing more of him. “Please, I need you inside me,” I plead with him as his hand moves skillfully against me. “Now.”

“Does my sweet, feral thing need to come?” he asks.

“Yes. God, yes. Please.” I can barely speak. My breath catches on every word.

He lifts himself from me, simultaneously ripping the condom package open with his teeth. Stroking himself, he places the tipinside and rolls it down. He lowers himself back down over me, too slowly for my liking.

The tip of his cock presses against my clit, causing me to squirm. I push my hips toward him, eager for more, and his shaft runs up and down me as I claw his back.

“Ridge, please,” I moan. Unfiltered. Unabashed.

“I like it when you beg,” he says. “You’re so wild. So sweet. But wild things have to be tamed.” He bites down on his last word as he thrusts into me, hard and deep.

My eyes roll back, breath caught in my chest. He pumps into me again and again, filling me. I take it all, move with him, hold on as he takes me higher. It’s unrelenting,

Before I know it, the first rumblings of an orgasm are building deep down. My breaths shorten as I grip him tighter. He slows suddenly, the path to my orgasm completely interrupted. I cry out in protest.

“Not yet, honey,” he says. “Stay with me.”

His movements shift, the pace torturously slow. I feel every inch of him drag out of me and back in. Ridge teases my mouth open with a nibble and presses his tongue to mine. I swirl mine in return, teasing back.

He growls into the shell of my ear. “You ready to ride me?”

TWENTY

RIDGE

Darcy looks up at me with wild eyes, my dick buried deep inside her. She thinks she can nod her answer to my question, but that won’t do it.

“Tell me.” I press my hand firmly to her throat, grinning.

“I want to ride you,” she says, nearly panting.

I pull myself completely out of her, letting the absence of fullness take her breath away. She inhales sharply, her body seeking mine as I back away. I plant a single teasing kiss to her lips, then suck her bottom lip into my mouth.

She rolls to the side, allowing me to take her place on the bed. I adjust the pillow beneath me as I watch her straddle me, hovering over me. Darcy sits flush against me, her clit against the shaft of my cock.

Slowly, she slides herself back and forth against me. My hips buck at the sensation. Still, she never loses her balance. Her hands are clawing at my chest, thighs clenching against mine. I’m not even inside her and this feels amazing.

Darcy picks up her pace, the friction between us growing intense. She leans back a bit as she moves over me, grabbing her own tits. She massages and pinches her own nipples. I keep myhands on her waist to hold her steady, but I don’t guide her. The way she’s moving is all her own.

“Yes, honey.” I shower her with my appreciation. “That’s my good girl. Ride my cock.” I groan and cuss, suck in a breath. I watch her chase the sensation, fully in charge. The way she’s moving, I can tell she’s only concerned about what she’s feeling at this moment. Darcy is so caught up in her own pleasure, it’s like I’m just a tool she’s using. She’s using me. And that’s fucking hot.

“Ridge,” she says, panting. “Please, can I come?”

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