Page 30 of Solitary Man

His hand went to where we were joined, feeling himself slide in and out of my body, then his thumb slid over my clit. “This was made for me, Riley. You were meant to answer my ad, weren’t you, darlin’? You were always meant to be mine?”

“Yes,” I said and moved faster, coming down harder, his thickness stretching me, making me burn in the best way, hitting just right deep inside, over and over. He worked my clit faster, and my head fell back. “Oh God, I’m going to—” I cried out, calling Cash’s name as I shook and shuddered and clamped down tight on his huge cock buried inside me.

I fell against his chest, gasping, panting, trembling as my orgasm washed through me—

Cash made a sound that lifted goose bumps all over my skin, and a second later I was flipped to my back. He covered my body with his and slammed inside me. One hand came around the back of my neck, gripping it, the other was planted in the mattress by my waist. He thrust into me again with enough force to slam the headboard into the wall.

He dragged his mouth over mine—not really a kiss, just lips touching—then stared down at me, his face taut with pleasure. “Oh fuck. Oh fuck.”

My eyes rolled back when his huge body drove into me again. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, clinging to him as he started fucking me hard enough to make the ground shake.

He continued to stare down at me, a wildness in his eyes. “I don’t want to hurt you…I don’t…” He pounded deep again, like his body wasn’t his own.

I cupped his face. “D-don’t stop. You’re not hurting me.” I moaned low. “God, Cash, I’m close to coming again. Fuck me like you need to. Fuck me like you’ve been wanting to.”

He made a broken, gasping sound and let loose. I thought he was pounding into me hard before. Now, I was surprised the bed didn’t go through the wall. It was…incredible.

I’d feel it for days. I’d feel him for days. I wanted to.

“Cash!” A scream was torn from me as another orgasm rolled through me. I hung on to him, my body jolting as he continued to thrust deep. My inner muscles were clamping down on his thick, unforgiving length, so tight, I couldn’t catch my breath. Lost in the pleasure of finally being taken the way I’d needed to be for so long. The way only Cash could.

He released my neck and lifted to his arms, his back bowing, rocking his hips into me with force. He roared as he came, pulsing deep inside me, pumping me full.

He claimed me in that moment. Cash had made me his, and now there was no going back.

I was fine with that. I didn’t want to be anywhere else.

I’d claimed him, too.

Cash

I glanced at Riley again and had to bite back a possessive growl. When we’d taken off this morning, heading for my cousin’s house, she’d grabbed my arm like she always did, but she didn’t close her eyes, she kept her gaze on me.

Like I was somehow capable of taking her fears away.

God, she was so incredibly beautiful. Her hair was down and wavy, a little wild, her color high, eyes bright. My wife was glowing, and I hoped it had something to do with what we did last night, because I would never be the same. I was altered. She had altered me.

An image of Riley straddling my hips, taking me inside her over and over again was embedded in my brain, was all I could think about—

She shifted in her seat and winced.

My body went rock solid. “Riley?”

A smile lit up her gorgeous face. “Hmm?”

“You’re in pain.”

Her cheeks darkened. “I’m fine, Cash.”

I’d hurt her.

I’d fucking hurt my precious, little wife with my big, clumsy hands and my giant, oversized body. With the way I’d taken her last night.

I was going to be sick.

Here I was thinking how life-changing last night had been, and Riley was sitting beside me in pain because I’d fucked her like a barbarian.

“You’re not,” I bit out and had to swallow several times when acid crawled up my throat. “I hurt you.”