Page 37 of Driven by Desire

Solomon stared down at the woman that owned him the moment he laid eyes on her. She was his perfection, his everything. He unzipped his jeans and pulled his thick, veined cock out. She moaned and rolled half onto her side. His eyes traced the quote that ran along her narrow ribcage below her beautiful breast. He loved her ink because it was part of his girl, but he didn't want anyone else touching her ever again. No more tats for her.

He took a handful of her hair and pulled her head back sharply. She cried out. "Give me that ass, Riley."

Fear flashed in her eyes as she stared up at him. She chewed on her lip and slowly shook her head. "Please, Solomon, no..."

Lust punched him in the gut at the way she begged him. Then understanding caught up. His eyes softened and he touched her lips, still swollen and ravaged from his early morning kisses.

"I will have that ass, gorgeous. But not today. You aren't ready for meyet. I mean lift that beautiful ass off the car so I can fuck you properly."

She nodded and pushed herself up on shaking limbs. Impatient, he grabbed her by the waist and yanked her to him. As he sank into her delicious, silken heat from behind, he dropped his head back and closed his eyes, breathing hard through flared nostrils so he wouldn't lose control and start savagely fucking her. He wanted it to last longer and she deserved another orgasm. But fuck she felt so good. Being inside her was like coming home. Something he never knew was missing until her.

He began moving in long, hard thrusts that shoved her forward back onto the hood of the car. He brought his leg up onto the chrome bumper for better control and held her tight against his body. She cried out with each crashing thrust, her silken pussy slowly strangling him as she climbed higher and higher toward another orgasm. He reached around her, slid his hand over her belly and glided one long finger over her clitoris until her cries turned to strangled screams. He could feel her spasming around him.

He bent his head into her neck and bit down, sucking on her tender flesh. He growled in her ear, "Come hard for me, Riley."

She shrieked and flew apart in his arms, one hand clutching the forearm that was clamped around her middle and the other spread out and reaching desperately along the hood of his car.

Solomon grunted in satisfaction, his dick flaring wide within her, before he followed her over the edge of his own orgasm. Fire ripped through his belly and balls as he thrust one last time into her vice-like pussy before emptying what felt like a lifetime of pent up semen into the woman that belonged to him.

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