Page 29 of Solitary Man

My back arched as he dragged his fingers out and thrust back in. “Y-you won’t, I promise.”

His massive body trembled almost violently. “The way I want you, Riley…” His eyes slid away from mine. “I know I’ll hurt you.”

He looked tormented.

I sat up, and his fingers slid from me. I bit back my moan, ignored his worried expression, and pushed at his shoulder. He dropped to his back, and pain transformed his features. He thought I was going to stop. That I was rejecting him. It was in his eyes.

I quickly straddled his hips, not wanting to see that look on his face another second. “It’s okay,” I whispered and leaned down, pressing my mouth to his. His arms came up instantly, locking around me, like he truly thought I would leave. I kissed him some more, then said against his lips, “I’m going to ride you this first time. Then I have control over how much of you I take and how fast we go, okay?”

His arms spasmed around me, his breath sawing in and out. He didn’t answer, just gritted his teeth. Cash was trying desperately to hold himself back. I’d teach him that he didn’t have to. That I wouldn’t break. That whatever he wanted was okay. That between us it would be amazing.

I moved back, sitting on his thighs. His cock was thick and long and swollen in front of me, standing straight up against his stomach, pre-come leaking from the head. He had to be in serious pain. I slid over it so my pussy pressed against the underside of his length and rocked, rolling my hips, sliding up and back, coating him in me.

Cash hissed out a breath, his hands clamping onto my hips and yanking me down so I was grinding harder against his cock trapped between our bodies.

That’s when I realized I didn’t have a condom. We hadn’t talked about contraception. So stupid of me.

“Cash,” I said, and his eyes that were locked between my thighs, shot up to mine. “I’m clean, I’ve been tested, and I’ve never had sex without a condom. I’m also on the pill,” I said.

Cash’s eyes flashed.

He didn’t like talking about the men I’d been with in the past, so I quickly carried on. “What I’m trying to say is, are you okay with us not using a condom?”

“Yes,” he gritted out and lifted his hips, still holding mine and grinding against me harder this time.

I gasped and rolled my hips, sliding back enough that I could take his cock in my hand and angle it up. I pumped it a couple of times, then notched the head at my opening.

Cash growled as I planted my free hand against his shoulder and lowered myself so the head slipped inside. His entire body went still, every muscle going rock solid. I bit my lip, my gaze sliding back to his, and what I saw there made me quiver, made me want him even more. Made me hunger for the dark secrets he was afraid to share, the things he wanted to do to me.

I sat back, taking more, and gasped.

“Oh fuck, that’s it. That’s it. Work me inside you, darlin’.” More hissed breaths. “You can take me, can’t you, sweetheart? You can take all of me?”

His words were half order, half desperate hope.

I lifted up a bit, then came back down, taking more of him. He cursed roughly, and his fingers dug deeper into my hips, flexing and releasing. My mouth dropped open on a cry as I took more, as he stretched me wide. He filled me like nothing I’d ever experienced before.

“Yes,” I said and licked my lip. “Yes, I can take all of you.”

“Then do it, Riley. Sink all the way down. Please, oh Christ, do it.”

Again, there was that mix of a demand and desperation. It was intoxicating. I kept my eyes locked with his as I gave him what he demanded from me. I tried to relax my inner muscles and sat back, letting his incredibly thick, long cock slide in deep, until I had every hot, hard, relentless inch of him.

I made an incoherent sound as a deep tremor moved through me, out of me, until my limbs trembled and my breath shook.

Cash clenched his teeth, and I pressed both hands against his shoulders, moving them over his chest restlessly. I rolled my hips and gasped. His hands slid from my hips to my waist and back, encouraging me without words to move.

I started slow, allowing myself to adjust to his size, to the sweet ache he gave me.

My legs were stretched wide, and with the way he filled me, every time I came down on him, the base of his cock grazed my clit. It was too much, too good.

Cash gripped my waist harder, and on an urgent cry, he slammed up, like he couldn’t stop himself from moving any longer.

I cried out, nearly coming.

“You love it, don’t you, wife? You love how full I make you feel?”

I never expected my quiet, sometimes awkward husband to let loose when we were in bed. But he did. He couldn’t hold back what he was thinking, what he wanted. I wanted more of it. I wanted him to give me everything. “Yes. Yes, I love it.”