Page 10 of Give In

“Maybe go a little slow since you’re enormous.”

He chuckles. “I’m proportionate.”

“Sure. We’ll go with that.”

“So damn cheeky.” He looks down at my face. “I’m not going to hurt you, beautiful. I promise.”

“I trust you.”

He rolls off of me, then reaches for me. “Straddle me, baby girl. You set the pace, and then I’ll take over.”

I bite down on my lip and crawl over his lap. His big dick is just jutting upwards begging to be ridden. Yes, please.

I notch him at my entrance, then slowly lower myself. He’s big. Really big. I’ve barely got that mushroomed tip inside me, and there’s a whole lot more.

“Goddamn, Clover, you feel incredible. So hot and wet.” He squeezes one of my hips. “Take your time. I’m not going anywhere.”

But I don’t want to take my time. I want him all the way inside me. I want to ride this beast of a man and feel the effects of it tomorrow. So I do just that. I rise up, then force myself to take all of him.

The burning only lasts a moment while I adjust to his girth. Then he’s got his thumb between our bodies, strumming at my clit and ramping me up again.

I ride him. And it is glorious.

My hands rest on his pecs, his chest hairs tickling my palms with my every movement.

Our bodies make sloppy noises as we move. Pleasure mounts, ping-ponging through me so quickly that I lose my rhythm. He’s hitting every erogenous zone with every slide home he makes.

“That feel good, baby girl?” he asks in that rumbly voice.

“So good.”

“Like this fucking pussy was custom made for my dick. Look at you riding me so well.”

“Heath, I think I might…” I lose track of my thoughts as my climax spirals tighter in my core. I’m not just going to come; I’m going to explode. “Shit, it’s too much.” I shake my head.

“It’s not too much. You’re going to come on this cock and let me show you what we’ve been missing.”

His words unlock something inside me. My head falls back, and I scream as the orgasm pounds through my body. Every part of me is quivering with ecstasy.

Heath grips my hips tightly and pumps upwards, emptying himself inside me with a low, guttural moan.

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four

Heath

We made love two more times until we were spent, sweaty and exhausted.

It’s never been like that before. I’ve never been that insatiable. I’ve always enjoyed sex, but this was more. Being inside Clover felt right in a way I’ve never known, in a way I wouldn’t have known how to describe before last night gave me the reference point.

Once upon a time, I rushed into things with a woman. The truth is I never loved Kiki. I know for a fact she never loved me. We hooked up, she got pregnant, and I married her because that was what you did and because I was twenty-six and stupid and I thought obligation was close enough to love if you squinted at it right.

It didn’t take her long to realize she had no desire to be a wife or a mother. She’d been after my money all along. The divorce was tidy and swift since I gave in to all of her monetary demands without argument because what I wanted was for it to be over.

But I walked away the richer one. I got our son, and raising Leo has been my greatest honor. Hands down, the best decision I ever made.

As unexpected as meeting Clover was, I feel a bone-deep certainty that she’s my other half. The kind of certainty I’ve never felt about anything that wasn’t work or Leo. It should probably alarm me. It doesn’t.