It’s like I was born to take his cock. A traitor or not, Rip is made for me, and I am made for him. If that’s not the truth, the whole world is a lie.
“H-harder,” I manage.
Adhering to my words, Rip slams into me with more force than ever. Giving himself more access, he wraps my legs around his neck and works himself inside of me, hitting my pleasure spot every time he can. Rip twists and turns me every way he can, dominating my body and making me his whore, just the way I like it.
He rubs my overly sensitive dick with his free hand, and my body tenses. After two orgasms and teetering on my third, thestimulation is like pins and needles eating away at me. My body tenses around Rip’s neck, but that doesn’t stop him.
“Rip,” I cry. I’m fucking cryingagain. “I-I’m…”
“What are you, King?” he says between pants. “Are you happy? Close? Mine?”
All three at once.
The pressure builds everywhere in my body, slightly overwhelmingly. I can’t hold back the way my cries echo or how my body submits to him, and I don’t want to. I like it. Maybe because it’s the first time someone has taken control ofme.
I’m coming for the third time with a loud cry as Rip rides me through the intense orgasm. He comes not long after, grunting as his warm load fills me up. Panting, he collapses against my chest.
We lay on the table, basking in the heat of the heater against our naked bodies. Eventually, he sits up, assessing me.
“You did so well,” he praises, wiping the cum between our chests. “You really can handle all of me.”
I don’t respond and settle for a weak nod. Rip wipes the stray tears from my cheeks, pouting as he does.
“Are you alright?” he asks, worry etched in his voice.
I nod again. Rip has gotten used to myfewtears during sex. It wasn’t something that happened before him, and I thought he’d be weirded out by it, but if anything, he’s into it. It lets him know he did something right, but he always makes sure it’s tears of pleasure and not pain.
Rip’s blue eyes glisten in the light as they bore into mine. “Kingsley, listen. Whatever happens, whether it be good or bad, I need you to know something.”
My heart drops. “What?”
“Whatever this is… I don’t know what the hell we’re doing, but I know I don’t want to lose it. But shit happens, so when thisgoes wrong, I swear on my biological parents’ lives, you’re still mine.”
I swallow the lump in my throat. “And you’re still mine.”
A sad smile, a stark contrast to his usual flirty demeanor, graces his lips. “I’d better be.”
Rip sits me up and pulls me into a tight embrace. I bury my head into his chest, his body shielding me from the mix of cool outside air and warm heater.
Rip and my differing personalities don’t make a perfect couple. When we first met, Rip couldn’t stand me, and rightfully so. I was his privileged boss who wouldn’t speak more than a sentence to him, and he was the short-tempered employee who hated my silence. Whatever we’ve been doing, it should never have begun.
Yet it’s more than I ever thought I deserved after Sylvie. He is more than I could ever ask for. I’m his, and he’s mine.
But it feels like he’s saying goodbye.
28
Kingsley
I’ve been avoiding Shawn all day.
I was first at the base with Mateo, tackling a mountain of paperwork I‘d been putting off for weeks when Shawn showed up. He said he had something extremely important to tell me. I blew him off, saying I needed to get this done first before we could talk.
Later that day, I was speaking with a furious customer who demanded a refund because a lifeguard told her kid at the water park he couldn’t run up the water slide the opposite way—entitled parents piss me off. That’s when Shawn reappeared, arms crossed, with this super intense stare, like he was gonna blow if we didn’t chat immediately.
When Shawn’s desperate to tell me something, it’s never good news.
The second I walk through the front door of my home, Shawn’s waiting with a folder. Biting my tongue, I push past him and head for my bedroom. He’s on my heels.
