Page 36 of Solitary Man

Leaning in, I gently lapped her up. She was hot and so wet. Perfect. I settled in, getting comfortable. I wanted to make her feel good, that’s all I needed. Yes, I wanted back inside her, but I’d die before I’d hurt her. If she needed time after last night, I’d give it to her. I’d give her anything.

I licked and sucked her carefully, slowly kissing her pussy until she was panting and her fingers were fisting my hair tight. I didn’t stop or change pace, just kept things slow and soft, ignoring the driving need of my cock and focusing solely on Riley and making her feel good.

She was panting now, her thighs spreading wider before closing and pressing against the side of my head as she rolled her hips. I wrapped my arms around her silky thighs, holding them there, licking from her opening to her clit, sucking lightly before sliding back down. Over and over, I licked and sucked, then finally, I dipped my tongue inside her before moving back up to her clit and suckling a bit longer.

I repeated the move, pressing my tongue a little deeper, sucking her clit a little longer with every pass, until Riley was quivering, her breasts shaking, her hips squirming.

“I need you,” she said. “I want you inside me when I come, Cash.”

I stilled. “You sure?”

She whimpered. “Yes.”

I rose up over her, and her hands dropped to my briefs, shoving them down as she wrapped her legs around my waist. Her hands found my cock, and she led me exactly where she wanted me. I squeezed my eyes closed as the head slipped inside.

Oh hell.

She wasn’t ready for this. How could she be after the way I fucked her the night before? But as I looked down at her, my hips angled forward like they had a mind of their own, and I slid deeper. There was no pain on her face, just pleasure.

“Yes, Cash, more.” She tugged me down, and I kissed her hard, groaning against her lips as she flicked her tongue inside, tasting me, tasting herself.

I started to move, keeping things slow, easy, not wanting to hurt her again. Riley tore her mouth from mine, arching against me, and her fingers dug into my ass as she ground up against me.

“Darlin’,” I bit out. “Trying to be careful with you.”

Riley was lost to her pleasure, and it was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen. Her eyes were glassy and heavy, her lips puffy, mouth open. “Harder, Cash,” she said and gasped. “Please, I need you to fuck me harder.”

My control was hanging by a thread. “Riley…Jesus.”

“I want it,” she said, then moaned helplessly.

I could deny her nothing. And the hot, unrelenting need to thrust deep and hard won out at her plea. I withdrew, then snapped my hips forward, slamming into her.

She arched under me, crying out. “Yes. Again.”

I quickly covered her mouth with my hand, and her eyes glazed over, the pleasure on her face unmistakable. She was going to kill me. My sweet, sexy, little wife was going to destroy me with every thrust of my hips, with every clutch of her tight-as-hell pussy.

“Gonna take my hand away. Can you be quiet?” I rasped.

She shook her head and one of her hands left my ass, covering my hand over her mouth, asking me without words to keep it there.

Oh, Christ in Heaven.

My hips slammed against hers again—instinct, hunger, need taking over, driving my cock in deep, almost brutally. Her hand flew back to my ass, digging her nails in.

I locked eyes with hers, getting lost in her hunger for me, feeding off it, and started fucking her like she wanted me to, like I desperately needed to be.

Slow. Hard. Deep.

Her body jarred with each of my thrusts, her gaze getting hotter, her hold on me tighter. I couldn’t look away. I was addicted to the sight of her getting off on the way I fucked her. How much she loved me stuffing her full of me. How much she loved her big, clumsy, inexperienced husband pounding into her like a wild, rutting bull.

My fingers were still curled tight over her mouth. And on the next brutal thrust, she tightened around me. Her eyes widened. She was close. I picked up the pace, slamming into her harder, faster. “Gonna come,” I growled out. “You gonna come with me, wife?”

She nodded.

I pounded into the perfect, tight heat of her body, twice more, and she arched beneath me, her nails clawing at my skin, her inner muscles gripping me so tight I saw stars. I didn’t let up. I thrust into her over and over as her muffled cries washed over me, as my balls drew up, cock pulsing, and I shot hot and hard, deep inside her. Oh God. Her pussy pulsed around me relentlessly, taking everything I had.

I was still deep inside her when she went pliant, when her muffled cries stopped and her grip loosened. I took my hand away and kissed her swollen lips. Riley curled her arms around my neck, and I wrapped her in mine, rolling to my side, taking her with me.