Page 19 of Mr. Risky

“I guess maybe you haven’t behaved well enough for dick, sweetheart. Maybe you need to show me how much you missed me by draining my balls and then we’ll see about dick next time.”

He unbuckled his belt with a loud clank, laying his cock on on the side of the tub, long and thick, with a big head already dripping with precum as he eyed my wet, naked body.

“Now come here and suck on this, angel.”

“No way! I’m not your mistress! Find someone to cheat with somewhere else.”

“It wasn’t a request,” Granger said pleasantly, gripping my hair and dragging me across the tub toward him, the water slopping all over the tiles.

My mouth was opened to scream and rage, and then I was gagging around the intrusion of a hefty cock, his hand on my jaw, keeping it open so he could slide in and out of me, his size making my mouth burn, and my tongue and my brain were warring together, because his fucking evil dick tasted so damn delicious.

“Mistress, that sounds so pretty, doesn’t it? It looks so pretty on you, too, Sosie, kneeling in front of me like this.”

I choked out something unintelligible as he stroked my cheek with his fingers, the heavy wedding band dragging across my face.

“Now you’re sucking my dick so good. Amazing that it’s your first time.”

“Who said it’s my first time?” I mumbled angrily, but he only laughed.

“I made sure of that. Now get ready sweetheart, because I’m going to unload something big down your throat and you have to swallow it all down.”

I protested in vain, but he only kept my cheeks locked in position as his cock twitched, filling my mouth with the salty-sweet taste. I gagged at the shock of it, but he was already stroking my throat, encouraging me to swallow, whispering filthy things to me as I gulped desperately.

When he finally let me go, I was gasping.

“So nice and sweet. Can’t get that from my wife, can I? You blow like you mean it. Like you need that dick to nourish you, and you’ve got a damn artistic tongue.”

“I don’t need your lies,” I snapped, throwing the shampoo bottle at him, the motion raising me halfway out of the tub.

“And you don’t need that, do you, angel?” Granger retorted, giving me a broad, cocky wink. Like he hadn’t just forced his dick down my throat.

And with one swift motion he ripped the birth control Patch off my thigh and vanished out the door.

Chapter Five

Iwas up by sunrise the next morning and heading down the beach path to Hollingworth House, my keys gripped in my hand.

Where the hell was my car? I had to get out of here.

Hadn’t I parked it right here?

I needed to be gone by the time that fucking drifter Granger was up, and I was so focused on escaping that I jumped to hear Pippa come up behind me, still looking beautiful and put-together even though she was in her joggers and a sports bra.

“Sosie, what’s wrong?”

“I can’t find my car! And I know exactly where I parked it.”

“Calm down, it’s no big deal⁠—”

“It is a big deal! The service is shit here, I can’t even get enough service to call Jax and there’s no Wifi in the guesthouse⁠—“

“I mean don’t worry about your car.”

But I was so irritated I said,

“Granger—"

“And what would Granger have to do with your car?” Pippa asked sharply.