She didn’t want him to hurt her and if she didn’t let him fuck her he would tear her apart. He wasn’t going to let her go and he wasn’t going to stop. Her choices had narrowed down to this moment. She either submitted or faced his wrath for the infractions she had committed.
He sat up, his powerful legs on either side of her naked thighs, trapping her in the soft bedding. His possessive heat raking her breasts as he unbuttoned his shirt and slid it over his powerful shoulders. Her wide eyes traced over the tattoos mapped across his chest and up his neck. She reached out hesitantly to touch one on his pectoral muscle, but dropped her hand quickly.
“Touch me,” he demanded, capturing her fingers in a tight grip.
He covered her much smaller hand and forced it to his hair roughened chest. He held her hand tightly for a moment until he was certain she wouldn’t take her fingers away when he loosened his hold. Her eyes stayed on his tattoo as she traced the pattern. It was some kind of pagan tattoo – almost Celtic, but in the shape of a four-sided, bladed weapon. It protected his heart. She traced her fingertips over the intricate knots, fascinated by the depth of the work. Her nail accidentally scraped against his flat nipple, drawing a hiss from him. Her eyes flew to his and she nearly snatched her hand back.
“Don’t stop,” he growled from between gritted teeth.
She nodded and continued her exploration, touching his tattoos each in turn and tracing them over his torso and arms. Once in a while his muscles would go rigid under her delicate touch until he forced himself to relax. Much to her astonishment, she found herself growing bolder as she explored his hard body. She wanted to understand the story behind each tattoo. And she knew there must be one. They were each unique in their own way and flowed from one to the other. She leaned up on her elbows and reached for the waist of his jeans, tracing her fingers around the edge, blocked from exploring what she suspected was a blade on his hip.
Her eyes met his as her hesitant, trembling fingers reached for his heavy belt buckle. This was going to happen anyway, she may as well control the speed. His eyes burned into hers as she fumbled with the metal. He brushed her fingers aside and unbuckled the belt for her, then undid the button and drew the zipper down. Peeling the material of the jeans back for her, he captured her hand once more and pressed it against his hip to encourage her to complete her exploration.
Riley’s face flushed as she realized he wasn’t wearing underwear. Her eyes dropped down his body, skittering down the tattoos once more until she reached the blade she’d been trying to discover. It was clutched tightly in the upraised bony hand of a hooded grim reaper. She gasped and her jaw dropped. What were the odds of the man, whose terrifying pursuit had brought them to this moment, having a tattoo of her racing handle? She moved further up on her elbow to better see the artwork. It was both horrifying and beautiful, frightening and lonely. Just like his owner. Her breath shivered across the skin of his hip, caressing the top of his erection still trapped in the material of his jeans.
Soloman’s hand landed on the back of her head, threading through her damp hair. He tilted her face up to his, devouring her gorgeous features with his scorching gaze. “Fuck, I need you so bad.”
He swooped down to capture her lips. Though his kiss was fierce, his lips and tongue insistent, he was careful not to hurt her this time, drawing back each time his control threatened to snap. He coaxed her tongue out to play with his until she was moaning into his mouth and clutching his naked shoulders, holding him tight against her naked chest, driving him crazy with each brush of her engorged nipples against his body.
Crouching over top of her, he broke their kiss for only as long as it took to shove his jeans down his thighs and kick them off the bed. He settled between her perfect, curvy thighs and spread them wide with his knees. She moaned and reached between their bodies, intent on feeling for herself what he had thrust against her so many times. He captured her wrists and held them over her head. Her eyes flew open and met his in question.
He shook his head. “No, gorgeous. If you touch me, it’ll be game over. I refuse to come anywhere but inside that beautiful cunt.”
She flushed at his blatant words and squirmed against him, her body arching involuntarily into him. She bit her lip and tried to hold his gaze as she whispered, “What about condoms?”
He shook his head sharply, dropping his face into her neck and biting her collarbone, causing her to gasp and jump against him. He licked the small bite of pain away until she was moaning, her pussy dripping for him once more. How could this man make her crave both pleasure and pain in so short a time? What was he doing to her?
He took her jaw in a firm grip and forced her to look into his dark, stern eyes. “Nothing will come between us, Riley. You understand? I know you're on the pill. We’re both clean. We fuck without protection.”
Her eyes widened as she digested his words. How the hell did he know she was on the pill and had a clean bill of health? And it wasn’t like he knew for sure she took it regularly. With his caveman idiocy, he was damn lucky she happened to have them in her purse and had taken one the evening before. She opened her mouth to tell him to fuck off and put a condom on, when he captured her lips once more and distracted her with another zero to sixty kiss.
He hooked her leg around his arm and pulled it up the bed, opening her wide. She gasped, giving him the opportunity to fuck his tongue deep into her mouth, taking advantage of her momentary shock. He lined his thick cock up against her soaking entrance and pushed forward, forcing his way through tight, unused tissues. Riley cried out into his mouth and arched her back against the mattress in an attempt to relieve the pressure. His cock felt so good, but it was tearing her apart!
He pulled away from her mouth and dropped his forehead to hers, gritting his teeth as though in pain. “Feels so fucking good, Riley. Can’t fucking hold on!”
Riley knew she would be sore later, but she also knew he would take her on a ride she would never forget. She wrapped her arms around his neck and arched her body up into his, driving his cock further into her silken depths. She bit back a scream as pleasure and pain crashed through her, tipping her head back into the mattress. He grabbed her neck and forced her head up into the curve of his neck. She flicked her tongue out and licked him, tasting the masculine saltiness of his sweat slicked skin.
He groaned and crushed her into the mattress. He lifted her legs and wrapped them around his hips before driving completely into her. Unable to hold back her screams, Riley rocked the room around them with her hoarse cries as he took her hips in a bruising hold and slammed into her over and over until they were both flying over the edge together. Riley reached her peak first, her clitoris stimulated unbearably by the rough mauling of his hair-roughened body slamming into her. She arched backwards in his arms, flying apart in beautiful abandon.
Unable to hold on once he watched Riley throw her arms over her head and scream out her ecstasy in his bed, in his home, Soloman quickly followed her, his dick gliding through her incredibly tight pussy as though knowing it had found the only home it ever wanted. He slammed himself deep within her, pressing tight against her cervix and flooding her with semen while watching the shock on her gorgeous face as heat penetrated her lower belly.
After a few moments of just watching her flushed face relax into sleepy confusion, he finally pulled out. Her tight pussy spasmed around him, reluctant to release him. He could feel himself growing hard all over again. At his age that should be damn near impossible, but this woman made him feel fucking inhuman. Looking down into her exhausted face, he knew he would have to give her time to rest before taking her again.
He rolled off the bed and strolled toward the washroom, dick in hand. He made quick work of cleaning them both up with a warm washcloth. Riley tried to roll away from him with a moan of embarrassment, but he caught her by the ankle and flipped her on her back. He wedged her knees open and gave her a stern look that she didn’t dare ignore. Her breathing grew raspy as he ran the cloth roughly over her sensitive clitoris.
“Soloman!” she cried out, reaching for his wrist and tugging on it uselessly.
God, he fucking loved the way she said his name like that and the way her angel-like hands fluttered against his tattooed hand where it touched between her spread thighs. Soon she was moaning instead of protesting and her hips were moving restlessly with the maneuvering of his strong fingers against her flesh.
“Oh god, oh fuck, I’m coming again!” she cried out, throwing her head back into the bed.
“Fuck, yes,” he growled, watching every part of her move in beautiful supplication on his dark bedspread. He was going to keep this woman forever and make her come every day of her life so she couldn’t think about leaving him.
She grabbed a fistful of her own hair as a keening cry left her full lips. A shudder rippled through her body and her hips stiffened against the washcloth as she came once more. He felt the gush of fluid as her body forced his semen from her tight channel. Fuck, he was going to come all over the bed just watching her. Instead, he quickly finished cleaning her up while she shuddered and moaned, turning her hot face into the pillows and closing her eyes in exhaustion.
By the time he returned from the washroom she was sound asleep, emitting the sweetest snores he’d ever heard. His cock was so hard he doubted he would get any sleep, but he crawled in next to her and pulled her limp body into the curve of his arm, cradling her head against his shoulder. Though it pained him to cover her nudity, he reached behind her and pulled a blanket over her body. He frowned. It was one of the first unselfish things he’d done in his life without expecting something in return. A simple act of kindness so she wouldn’t be cold. And she wasn’t even awake to appreciate it. He barely knew her and already Riley Bancroft was changing him.