Placing a trembling hand on his doorknob, I took a final deep breath for strength and pushed his door open.
I blinked to allow my eyes to adjust to the darkness in his room. When I could make out his sleeping form, my core hollowed out as I took my lip between my teeth.
He was sprawled out on his back in the center of the king-sized bed, the sheets pushed down to his waist. One hand rested on the ridges of his stomach, rising and falling with his deep, even breathing.
Even with his broad, muscled torso on display, there was something cute about watching him sleep. He was still hot, powerful and even dangerous, but there was a softness to him as well.
I wondered if he watched me sleep just like this before kissing me on the couch, marveling at every line and detail of his form as I came ever closer.
Careful not to wake him, I slowly sat down at the edge of his bed. He didn't move except for the rhythmic rise and fall of his chest, which was somehow an erotic movement in itself.
I leaned over, inspecting him closer and inching my fingers along the sheet.
My fingers first reached his arm that laid stretched out next to him. His hand was huge! It dwarfed mine by comparison. With my eyes better adjusted to the darkness, I could make out the tattoos on his knuckles that read BOSS.
I trailed my fingers up the corded, sinewy muscles of his forearm, which gave way to his rounded, smooth bicep which was no less hard even when completely relaxed. As my hand smoothed out across the warm, taut skin of his chest, I spotted another interesting tattoo. A pair of red lips on his neck.
Before I could second-guess myself, I pressed my lips to that spot as if pretending it was me that left that permanent lipstick mark on him.
"Mmm..."
Solomon groaned and shifted. I froze and my heart stopped but reminded myself I had no reason to be afraid. He wouldn't hurt me. He wouldn't force anything on me. I was doing this just as much for my pleasure, if not more, than for his.
I pressed a kiss to his cheek, slowly working up the courage to find his lips again. The hand on his belly slid up his torso to clasp mine at his chest.
"Natalie?" he said groggily.
"Hi," I answered.
With no hesitation, he closed the distance between our mouths.
My body flooded with sensations again, this time all good ones. His tongue ventured past my lips and I welcomed him, beckoning him in with mine as my body unfolded with pleasure.
His massive arms encircled around me, pulling me into his hard chest and I let myself collapse against him.
I was tired of fighting, tired of pretending to be somewhere else when a man held me against his body. All I wanted was to be right here and now, with this man.
I let out a little gasp as Solomon quickly rolled us over, pressing my back against the mattress while he, all heat, hardness, muscle and deep, animalistic kisses hovered on top of me.
My hands dug into the hard, shifting muscles of his back, holding onto him like an anchor. At some point, my legs spread out and squeezed around the top points of the V shape at his hips.
"Oh my God, Natalie," he moaned into my neck and I gasped as he thrust his hips forward. He only wore boxer shorts which did nothing to hold back the massive, hard pillar that just pressed hard against my clit.
"Solomon," I breathed, gasping for air as all my limbs flooded with liquid heat. My cotton lounge shorts felt damp. Whether that was from my own wetness or his precum, I couldn't be sure. He was all but penetrating me with how hard we pressed against each other.
"Natalie."
He said my name again and pulled his lips away just far enough that I could see his face. His eyes glowed like low-burning embers in the dark.
"Natalie if you're not sure about this, then tell me now. Because once I have you, I won't be able to stop."
His voice was dark, husky, and full of lust. I wanted to hear more of it as he rutted into me like a stallion. I wanted to hear, to know, exactly what he would do to me. I wanted that voice speaking directly into my brain.
"I am sure," I told him, eagerness and need in my own voice. "I want this. Please."
The last thing I saw were his white teeth as he smirked before his mouth descended on me again with renewed dominance and hunger.
Our bodies' friction hitched my shirt up and his large hands finished the job, yanking it roughly over my head and off my arms.
For a moment I felt shy. I was braless. And for the first time in ages, self-conscious of what a man would think of my body. When I was just another hole to fuck, it didn’t matter if I was pretty. I didn’t care what those men thought of me. I fantasized about killing them and that gave me strength like armor.
But with Solomon, all my armor was stripped away. I felt vulnerable and weak.
"Holy fuck," Sol murmured as his kisses traveled lower, leaving a burning trail of heat along my skin.
"You're so fucking beautiful, Natalie."
His hands swept under my breasts, cupping the soft flesh and placing open-mouthed kisses on my nipples. He gently sucked over the sensitive peaks as his hands gently kneaded and massaged my sensitive breast tissue, warming up my flesh for rougher play.
"Ah!"
I cried out as he pinched a nipple between his fingers only to promptly receive his other palm across my mouth.
"You're going to have to be quiet, gorgeous," he whispered with a naughty grin. "Can't wake up the little one now."
"You're making it awfully hard," I whispered back, arching against him for more.
"Well, you're making something else awfully hard."
He directed my hand to his cock, which now poked through the opening in his boxers.
I had been forced to give more handjobs than I cared to count, but I wanted to touch him so badly. I needed to feel every inch that would fill and stretch out the inside of me. The thought turned my insides into quivering jello.
His smooth skin glided over a rock hard shaft that I couldn't even wrap my entire hand around. It curved upward slightly like it was made just perfectly for hitting a woman's G-spot.
"Oh fuck, that's so good," Sol groaned as I spread his leaking precum all over his shaft, using it to help slide my hand from his balls back up to the smooth, swollen head.
As I stroked him he grabbed my shorts on both sides of my hips and yanked them down fiercely. My hand released his cock temporarily to help slide my shorts down my legs. I didn’t expect him to bring his mouth down to my hot, pulsing vulva.
“Ohhh!” I moaned, forgetting all about staying quiet until his hand clapped over my lips again.
“I think you just want my hand over your mouth,” he chuckled, looking up at me from between my legs and drawing wide, lazy circles all over my pussy with his tongue.
“Mmmph,” I said through his hand, my hips bucking in his face as if of their own will. His teasing was becoming far too much. My senses were overloading and all-consuming.
“Greedy girl,” he murmured and held down my thighs forcefully as he gave a long, slow lick to my slit, starting where my lips connected all the way up to my swollen clit.
I bit my lip and let out a soft squeak of a moan. It was the least sound I could possibly make with how fucking good he made me feel.
“Good girl.” Sol’s deep voice rumbled against my pussy, sending vibrations all the way to my toes as he continued to lick and tease me. “You want to scream so badly, don’t you?”
“Mm-hm!” I gripped the sheets in my fists as I thrashed under the power of his lips and tongue. The pressure in my center was building up so much and so fast, I felt I would explode in seconds.
Sol pulled his mouth away at the last second, leaving me gasping and desperate to come. I panted for air, my pulse in a quick frenzy, but he seemed hell bent on extending my torture.
“You’re so wet for me, Natalie. I can taste your desire.” He kissed slowly, sensually, painfully back up my body, nestling his lips into the crevices of my hipbones.
His hands sailed up my
belly, pressing his palms flat against my ribcage as he planted kisses on my sternum.
Suddenly he pulled away and just looked at me. He really looked at me as if seeing me for the first time. His animal, predatory eyes flickered from my face down to the rest of me.
“It’s such a shame,” he muttered as his hands continued to caress and explore me.
“What is?” I demanded, feeling another stab of self-consciousness like I was under a microscope.
“That such a beautiful, gorgeous woman never felt any pleasure for so long.”
He leaned down and gave me a swift kiss before yanking his boxers down, letting his erection spring free. That thick, handsome cock with its upward curve looked like it was designed for a woman’s pleasure. I practically came just from looking at it.
Mid-kiss, Sol opened his bedside drawer to produce a condom wrapper. Magnum XL, of course.
“Learned my lesson after the first kid,” he said with a wink before tearing the corner off with his teeth and rolling the rubber down his shaft.
No sooner did he secure the condom in place did I grab for him and pull him to me. I needed him now. I never needed to be filled up with that delicious cock more than right fucking now.
CHAPTER TWELVE
SOLOMON
I was still a little drunk when Natalie came to my room and woke me up.
But as she laid underneath me, naked and beautiful and my wrapped-up dick begging to get buried in that sweet pussy, my mind never felt clearer.
She deserved to feel good. Fuck, she deserved months of orgasms and pure pleasure, all the time she lost while in that filthy fucking cesspool. That was why I teased her but stopped before she came. It would feel so much better for her when she finally did.
Cradling the back of her head in my hand, I lined up my cock to her slick, wet entrance and just barely pressed against her sweet lips.
Already she wrapped her long legs around my hips and tried drawing me in, but not yet.
"Remember, quiet," I murmured, pressing my lips to her collarbone.
"Stop making it so damn difficult then," she said sassily.
"We can be loud when she's out of the house," I whispered into ear before taking a nibble at her earlobe.
"Wait." She turned her face to look at me. "You mean you plan on repeating this?"
"I just want to make you feel good, Natalie."
I lowered myself over her until our flesh seared together. What was it about skin-to-skin contact that felt so fucking amazing?
I covered her mouth with my hand at the same time I propelled my hips forward.
Knowing her scream was coming, I watched her facial expression intensely as I sank my cock into her meltingly hot core.
"Mmmm!" she moaned into my hand as her eyes widened and then narrowed. Her eyebrows knitted together as she stared up at me with those shimmering blue eyes, expressing the deep intensity she felt from the inside out.
"I want you to know just how good it can feel," I whispered as I pulled nearly all the way out and slammed into her up to the hilt again. "I want to make you come until you physically can't anymore."
I knew I was hitting her G-spot and it took only two more deep thrusts for the first orgasm to rip through her. Her greedy pussy sucked me in even deeper as she cried "Mmmmmm!!!" through my fingers and clawed savagely at my back.
"Yes, babe. That's what I want to fucking do to you," I growled, keeping my hand firmly clasped over her face and my hips driving deeper into her. "I want to feel this pussy squeeze around my cock like you fucking need it to live."
I was drowning in my own pleasure and getting carried away. Just watching her face and feeling her voice against my hand was nearly enough to get me off. Not to mention her incredible body fitting to mine like a glove. I've had good, even great sex before but something about being with her was otherworldly.
I pulled out of her and sat back, taking deep breaths so I wouldn't blow my load too soon. The lower half of her face flushed red from where my hand gripped.
"You okay?" she asked between heavy pants.
"Yeah," I grinned at her. "You're just too fucking hot. Turn around for me."
She did as I ordered, climbing to her hands and knees and faced away from me.
Oh my fucking God.
The rear view of her wet, glistening pussy was breathtaking. Her ass, her thighs, the curving line from her hips to her waist were absolutely divine. So much for trying to last longer.
I smoothed my hands out across her glorious ass cheeks. It already looked like she put on some healthy weight from when I first found her.
"If you need to scream, use the pillows," I told her.
When I pushed my cock inside her again, she immediately went face down on the bed.
"Fucking hell, you're so wet and tight."
I watched her ass bounce against my hips as I rutted into her. The view was better than any porn I'd ever seen. With her muffled moans and screams from the pillows, it was almost too much.
I reached under her and pressed my fingertips to her clit. Her screams grew more frantic and her rhythm on my cock grew wild and erratic.
Her orgasm triggered my own, yanking the cum from my cock almost violently. I got lightheaded and leaned over her, resting my forehead on her back as I sucked in deep breaths.
Her knees buckled and she collapsed on the bed, flushed, sweaty, and sated. She looked fucking hot and I wanted to fuck her all over again.
But my legs felt pretty jelly-like as well as I tossed the condom in the trash bin, then collapsed on the bed next to her.
A warm, pleasant fatigue settled over me and I knew I'd sleep like a rock that night. I reached down to the sheets and pulled them up over us.
Unlike me, Natalie seemed tense and awake next to me.
"Um, should I go--"
"Shh," I quieted her and pulled her in next to me, planting a kiss on her forehead and drifted off to sleep wrapped up in her strawberry smell.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
NATALIE
I woke up in the biggest, most comfortable bed I ever slept in.
The sheets smelled like fabric softener and Old Spice deodorant. Comforting and sexy.
I smiled to myself as I rolled over and stretched, remembering last night and hoping it wasn't a dream. The tenderness between my legs proved that it wasn't.
Waking up that morning felt almost like a rebirth for me. I knew without a doubt now that I was a whole, complete person, not a broken one.
I could cum. I could drown in pleasurable sensations, rather than pretend to be somewhere else while I gritted my teeth through the pain.
I could feel good in the most intimate way with another person.
Sol was nowhere to be seen but I heard the familiar morning commotion downstairs and sprang out of bed. Pulling on my T-shirt and shorts from last night, I tried not to grin too widely as I bounded down the stairs with a new spring in my step.
"Good morning, everyone!" I announced joyfully.
"Natalieeee!"
Ari ran over to me and squeezed her arms around my waist in the tightest hug a six-year-old could muster.
Netta glanced at me over her newspaper with a cocked eyebrow and a half-smirk, as if she knew exactly which room I came out of and why.
"Mornin', kiddo," she greeted.
Sol, perched at the kitchen island with a mug of coffee and his laptop in front of him, didn't say a word or even look up at me.
I already gathered he wasn't much of a morning person and didn't think much of it. When Ari untangled herself from my legs and returned to her cartoons, I moved over to him and placed my hand on his forearm.
"How are you this morning?" I asked.
"Fine," was his cold reply.
Despite the warmth from his body, his arm felt like cold steel under my hand. He didn't respond to my touch in the slightest and his eyes never tore away from the screen.
I backed away, not hiding the surprise on my face. This sudden change in behavior mad
e me feel jilted and confused. Did I do something wrong? Was he regretting what he did? What we did?
Sol cleared his throat awkwardly.
"Netta, shouldn't you and Ari be getting to the farmer's market soon?"
"But my show's not over yet!" Ari protested.
Netta, on the other hand, took the hint without missing a beat.
"Come on, young lady. We've got to get some doughnut holes while they're fresh. I wonder if the horses will be there too?"
"Horses!" Ari cried excitedly, forgetting all about her show and jumping up to race out to the driveway.
Before closing the front door behind her, Netta shot a look at Sol that I couldn't read.
Finally, he glanced over at me with a heavy sigh but couldn't keep his eyes on my face.
"You can't stay here anymore. I'm taking you to a woman's shelter today."
The shock that came over me seemed to suck all the sound out of the room.
"What?" I cried, not believing my ears. "Why?"
"I'm sorry," he said, still not looking at me. "This isn't easy to do. But I have to think of my daughter, how this will affect her." He turned away. "I have to put her first and last night... I wasn't thinking."
I stood rooted to my spot, somewhere between numb and feeling the fear I fought so hard against last night. The fear I thought I conquered.
"What about Antigua?" I asked. "I thought you needed information that only I had."
"I'll manage," he replied with his back to me. "Take any belongings you have. We're leaving now."
I wanted to yell, scream and stomp my feet. He couldn't tell me I wasn't allowed to leave one day and then force me out twenty-four hours later!
I thought I was getting to know him but obviously, I didn't. The moment he showed me how kind and warm he could be, he turned cold and bitter.
The only thing I did know was how unwise it would be to refuse his orders.
Like moving through a fog I packed the only things I owned, which were the few changes of clothes that Netta got for me.
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