Devious, sneaky, manipulative bastard.
When we got in the room, Silas reached into a high cupboard and brought out a silvery package with a big, sparkly gift bow on it.
“Open it, Paloma. Just a little gift to show my love for you.”
I eagerly tore it open. What could this be thatI’dnever done before?
And as the tissue paper fell away. . . I saw it.
A big, beautiful, sparkly rainbow-colored, top of the line dildo with an attached vibrator and beautiful veins running all up and down it.
“Peg me,” Silas said huskily. “I’d love to generously offer up my ass for you, darling.”
Pure joy mounted so fast in me I felt it fizzing out of the top of my head and I picked the dildo up carefully.
Never—in my life—none of the other guys had ever had any interest–
Silas took off his suit jacket and laid it neatly on the chair, then walked toward our massive bed with the creamy pristine bedspread, pulling at his tie.
My eyes followed the tall, strong lines of his body down to his thick, juicy ass as he crawled onto the bed on all fours.
“I’m not in the mood,” I said tauntingly, but I took one step closer.
He growled over his shoulder at me.
“If you don’t peg me right now?—”
“All right,” I said, slapping his ass as I crawled on the bed behind him and strapped the dildo on. “Take your pants off then.”
Silas undid his belt with a clink, sliding his tightly-fitting suit pants over his silk boxers.
“Those too,” I said, slathering lube all over the dildo and failing to hide the throb of excitement in my voice.
His face stuffed into the mattress, he reached both big hands back and slowly slipped his boxers down, revealing the firm muscles of his ass and the heavy cock and balls dangling between his legs.
I pulled his cheeks apart as his asshole puckered and fluttered at me.
“Don’t worry,” I said, and goddamn it, there was an affectionate note in my voice. “I’ll go slowly.”
When exactly had that affectionate tone began to enter my voice?
When had Silas gone from a man I despised to. . .something more?
One day I had simply looked down at the horny face I was stepping on with my shiny black stiletto and realized underneath me was not only a man as big a freak as I was, but a man who was going to do anything to get a second chance.
I put the tip of my thick cock at his entrance.
“Relax. This is going to be hot.”
“It always is,” my husband gritted out, and I couldn’t help grinning, running my hands around the thick cords of muscle on his lower back. Then I began to press into his ass.
Silas gasped at the intrusion, spreading his thighs wider, his hands clutching the bedsheets. His shiny old-gold wedding band shone from his fourth finger.
He’d never taken it off. Not once. The man was as stubborn as an ox.
“How do you like that?” I asked, pausing.
“Deeper,” he grunted out, and I pressed the slick cock past the tight outer ring of muscles as my husband groaned.
