Page 160 of Beyond the Stroke

Rory’s been so patient with me, but I’m done waiting.

“Good.” I grind down harder. “That’s what I want.”

He pushes my hair back, tucking the wet strands behind my ears.

“You don’t have to prove anything to me. I want you, Summer. Not just this—you.”

I lean forward to kiss him. It’s soft but insistent.

“So have me,” I whisper against his lips.

He groans his agreement into my mouth.

Rory’s large frame isn’t meant for car sex, but I can tell by the look of determination in his eyes, he’s not going to let awkward angles and low ceilings stop him from being inside me. Thank god.

We could climb to the back seat, but the way his cock is rubbing against my clit at the perfect angle tells me this reclined seat is going to be the best option.

With the steering wheel against my ass, I manage to free one leg from my shorts, and then the other. For Rory, it’s an easy lift of his hips, then yank on his shorts and boxer briefs to free his cock.

After my gymnastic routine, I settle back onto his lap, and realize I didn’t even think to remove my thong. But for Rory, it’s no challenge. With a firm finger, he hooks the crotch and tugs it aside.

The tip of his cock nudges against my entrance, and my breathing ceases.

In all the excitement, I’ve forgotten how long it’s been since I had sex. And how big Rory is.

“I want you inside me, but it’s been a while. And you’re not the size of a paintbrush handle.”

“Thanks for noticing.” He wiggles his brows playfully, then his teasing smile softens into a thoughtful grin. “Don’t worry. We’ll take it easy. One inch at a time. Stretching you slowly until you can take me all like the good little wife you are.”

I suck in a breath, his words lighting me up from the inside. “That’s a really good plan.”

“I’m a good husband.”

“Fake husband,” I tease, but Rory shakes his head, his expression turning thoughtful.

“You’re mine, Summer. Right here. Like this. No more pretending.”

I study his face and finally acknowledge what I see there.

Safe. Electric.Real.

He presses inside me. Just like he said. An inch at a time until I relax around him.

“That’s it, Summer,” he coaxes. “Let me have you.”

At the same moment he lifts his hips again, I sink down onto him.

Oh, god.

The feeling of him inside me, filling me up in more ways than I could have ever imagined leaves me breathless. And the intensity of the moment has my eyes falling closed.

I exhale on a sigh and try to relax around him.

Rory’s hand cups my jaw, his thumb tracing along my bottom lip.

“Look at me, Summer. I want to see you.”

My eyes open to find him staring at me.

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