Page 56 of The Single Dad Dilemma

He runs the pad of his thumb over my pussy and my knees buckle.

“Careful, honey.” He reaches higher and pulls the panties from me in one fluid motion. He grips my ass with both hands, pulling me to him and burying his face between my legs without another word.

I grab a fistful of his hair to keep myself balanced while I bite my finger to keep from screaming too loudly.

He flicks his tongue against my clit and sucks it into his mouth. He kisses, licks, and nibbles, assaulting me with every sensation. He is quite possibly a god. And as I quiver and shake and come all over his face, I think about how I will happily be his sacrifice.

When I gain my composure, I wobble to his bed and bend over, giving him a full view of my ass. He stands and pulls his belt off, then retrieves a condom from his nightstand. I put my knees onto the bed and bend further, allowing my face to meet the mattress.

“Surrendering to me?” he asks.

“Yes.”

He slaps his dick against my entrance, the abrupt contact causing a flurry of desire for more, for him. I push my ass back, grinding against him.

Ridge grips his shaft in one hand and uses the other to grab me by the hip, guiding himself to my wetness. His tip enters me. He’s hard as stone and thick, stretching me as he slowly pushes farther inside.

I moan and cuss and his name slips out like a plea. “Ridge, fuck.”

He pushes in again and again. My grip on the mattress tightens as I push back to meet his movements. We’re in rhythm with each other in mere seconds. Even our breathing follows pace.

Before long, an orgasm is building, the intense energy deep in my belly.

“Come with me,” Ridge says, like he knows my body better than me.

“Yes.” I close my eyes, his hold on me tightening as his movement becomes more intense, his body growing more rigid.

“Fuck!” he exclaims, stilling himself deep inside me.

I scream out, the orgasm ripping throughout my center. I reach back, gripping the top of his hand with mine, and we collapse onto the bed together, still connected.

Ridge turns me with him, so as not to slip out, and cradles me from behind. We’re spooning and breathing and panting. A few more expletives escape us as our lungs work to still the fire in our chests.

Ridge’s cock is still inside me, his body limp and comfortable. He’s got one arm under his head and the other draped over my stomach. His hand has found its way into the top of my lingerie, where it’s casually palming my tit. All together, I’d say he’s a very comfortable man right now.

“Well, don’t you look and feel relaxed,” I say with a laugh. I can’t actually see most of him, but I can imagine the full picture with ease.

“We can totally fall asleep like this, if you want,” he says. “I would have zero issues falling asleep inside you.”

“You’re bad,” I say, nudging him. “Plus, maybe we should wait until I get on birth control so we can nix the condoms. If you want. I feel like no condom would make for a better experience.”

“I would never pressure you to get on birth control if you don’t want to,” he says. “I know that shit can mess up your hormones.”

“I’ve been on it before. It was fine.” I want to reassure him. And I want condomless sex. But I’m happy to hear his stance on contraceptives.

A thought occurs to me, something I hadn’t considered until now. Maybe it’s all this talk of preventative measures because it’s directly linked to pregnancy and children.

“Do you want more children?” My question cuts through the air abruptly. I didn’t really mean to blurt it out like that. There’s probably a better time and place, and not when his cock is buried inside me. But what the hell. Orgasms make me bold.

“I would say that depends on who I’m with. If they wanted kids, I would have more kids. And if they didn’t want any of their own and maybe Lou in their life was enough for them, then that’s okay too.”

I contemplate that answer for a moment, feeling comforted by it.

“Doyouwant kids?” he asks.

Turnabout is fair play, right?

“I always imagined I would. Someday.” The age gap between us rears its ugly head. Because while I thought kids would be something I did want, if I think of a future with Ridge, how oldwill he be? Would he be okay waiting… five years, maybe? “I don’t really know what my timeline on that looks like.”

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