Page 41 of Mr. Risky

Pippa’s lacy bra was right beside me, the boning digging into my back.

“You want this,” he murmured maliciously in my ear. “You’re fucking choking for it. You always have been.”

“I am not!”

“Yes, you are. I knew it the first moment I saw you. Sweet little fuck-me virgin eyes, big sweet tits, cheeks jiggling right in front of me. Redhead. How could I not take you?”

“You could have been faithful to your fiancée.”

His smirked, his hips dragging my wet ass across the bed.

“Not my style.”

“I hate you! I wish I’d never come back here!”

“And I’m making sure you get what you really want.”

He tipped my chin up, biting down on my throat until I squealed.

“Make noise, songbird. Make some noise in my wife’s bed, you adorable slut.”

“What if she comes in and sees us?”

“Then I’ll say you seduced me, of course.”

“And you claim you love me!”

“I do love you, brat. But I’ll be fucking my wife until I am ready to marry you.”

“I wouldn’t marry you if you were the last man on earth!”

“That’s so cute that you think you have a choice.”

He unzipped the front of my dress, burying his face between my tits and licking his way up one breast and swirling his tongue wickedly around my taut nipple.

“Now sing for me. You’ve got the prettiest voice. Much prettier than Pippa.”

And he made me come once, then again, then flipped me on my belly and made me come a third time, his fingers in my asshole and his cock in my pussy, the pillow muffling my screams.

When he was done, I was crimson with shame, and he flipped me on my back and tipped my hips up with rough hands.

“What are you doing?”

“Making sure this cum stays in you.”

“Why? What would Pippa say if you got me pregnant?”

“Who says she’s going to know? You walking around with a little belly, could be anyone who knocked this slutty little ass up.”

“I hate you!” I cried, struggling in his arms.

“Matter of fact, why don’t you take a test right now?”

“No!”

“We’ve got plenty of them all around. Of course, Pippa doesn’t know it’s impossible for her.”

He was dragging me into the bathroom even though I didn’t. . . did not want to know. . .