Page 29 of Mr. Risky

“Condom?” I tried to scream, wetness dripping down my thighs, but my only answer was a dismissive grunt.

It was so decadent and carnal, so wrong and debauched, that I felt myself tensing around the big cock that was splitting me open, my toes barely reaching the ground with each thrust as he impaled me over and over, my feet dangling in the air.

And I burst around him, my body shaking violently with the force of my release.

It instantly triggered his and Granger groaned loudly as I felt a hot burst of cum splash inside me, then another, and another, until I was filled to bursting with it, and his cum was running down my thighs.

I thought he’d stop but he kept going, cum splashing and squirting out of me, and he didn’t stop until I had come again, my cunt so sensitive I rode on the edge of pain and pleasure.

“You didn’t wear a condom,” I spat at him, my thighs aching.

“Oh, you’re right, sweetheart, I didn’t. Must have slipped my mind.”

“What if I get pregnant?”

“I guess I’ll risk it,” he said, tapping his pockets to find his cigarettes.

“Are you not afraid of Pippa finding out?”

“I was always going to knock you up, might as well be now.”

“You ripped off my Patch! We didn’t have any protection!” I howled.

“Well, damn!” he slapped his thigh. “I knew there was something I forgot. No, I didn’t use protection, idiot. You aren’t protected at all.”

“You’re supposed to be trying to conceive with Pippa,” I said.

The smile on his devil’s face was wicked.

“Am I? That reminds me, I need to get back. Put on your pants and let’s go. They should be dry now.”

“Well, are you trying to get her pregnant or not?”

“Listen, Sosie. The one thing you need to realize is. It doesn’t matter what I do or don’t do. You’re still mine and we’re still going to end up together.”

I couldn’t put on my clothes fast enough, the bitter words were burning in my throat as he pulled me back down the docks to his boat.

The storm had broken and the sun was peeking through the clouds.

“You only married her because she’s rich, didn’t you?”

“Aw, has my sweet Sosie finally become less of an idiot?” he grinned. “Yes, I did marry her because she’s rich. And because she has something I want.”

“Her pussy, I suppose,” I said angrily.

He snorted. “You can get pussy like hers anywhere. It’s not pussy. It’s something else I want, and when I find it, I’m gone.”

I was digesting his lies when suddenly he shoved me flat on the bottom of the boat, my chin hitting painfully on a wooden slat.

“Ouch! What are you doing? Let me go!”

He pressed down on my head, keeping me at the bottom of the boat.

“Enough, Sosie. Just trust me.”

“I don’t!”

“Someone’s coming.”