Page 53 of Mr. Risky

“Yeah, and you’re welcome, because it’s going to make it possible for us to buy the biggest houseboat you’ve ever seen.”

“Who said I want to live on a houseboat?” I gasped, as his hands, his lips, were all over me.

My wet fingers curled into the antique leather couch, heat pulsing between my thighs.

“You did. You always said it was your dream to live on the water and play music, and I’m gonna make it happen.”

“What does that mean?”

“Do you trust me?”

“No!” I cried. “Not at all. I might love you, but I sure as hell don’t trust you.”

He threw his head back then and laughed, pulling me tight and close to kiss me again.

“What if someone’s watching?” I whispered. “These windows aren’t closed.”

“Then we’ll give them a real show. Now, come on. Panties down.”

“No, way, Granger! We’re going to be spotted.”

“You think because you’re pregnant I won’t tan this ass? I assure you I will.”

“All right.”

“You know you’re the only one I love. After this⁠—”

“After what?”

“After this, go to the guesthouse and wait for me. Your bags are already packed.”

“But—”

“No backtalk.”

My panties were on the floor now and Granger ran his hands over my ass, spreading my cheeks to bury his face between them, sucking at my asshole with an enthusiasm that had me squealing.

“What if someone sees?”

“I don’t care anymore. I’ve got it now. I just want to leave a little destruction in our wake.”

He gave my ass a smack, and then stood up, giving me no warning before notching his cock at my entrance and thrusting forward, filling my narrow channel.

“Whose pussy is this?”

“I don’t know, how many pussies are you claiming?”

He laughed, giving my ass another smack that shook my whole body.

“I love you so much.”

His hands reached forward, slipping under the soaked fabric to tweak my sensitive nipples, and I writhed under his touch.

“I can’t wait until these are full of milk. Oh, I’m going to put so many babies in you.”

I closed my eyes.

He was a devil, he was a tempter. . .