Page 8 of Mr. Risky

My lips felt swollen with the violence of his kisses, my skin buzzing with the way he smelled, the way he felt, the way his skin was all velvet sin and seduction.

“It means you’re mine. Knew it as soon as I saw you.”

My whole body shivered in joy and relief.

He wanted me!

“Fuck, I need to be inside you.”

Hand in hand, we ran down to the beach, and I slipped out of my shoes, my toes digging into the sand.

Granger grabbed me around the waist, pulling me into his arms, and we fell together onto one of the dunes, and then I was on my back and he was above me, reaching down to the zipper on his pants, his other hand rough on my breast, fingers digging into the soft flesh.

“Oh, yes, please,” I was begging.

He ripped at my panties as he pressed one of my legs up high, tipping my hips up for him.

For one moment I felt unbelievably vulnerable, open to him, my secret all out in the open.

I loved him. And he knew it now.

“Pippa—” I tried. “Shouldn’t you tell her first⁠—”

That you really want me

Not her

“Focus on this, sweetheart,” he said, one set of hard fingers moving to my chin to tip it up, force me to look at him.

His eyes were so blue, that blonde curl falling over his forehead.

I wanted to look at him forever, I wanted to bottle this feeling of the long cords of muscle on his back.

But with one long, brutal stroke he plunged through my virginity and sheathed his cock to the balls inside me.

I cried out in mingled pleasure and pain, my fingers digging into his shoulders as I gripped him closer.

Maybe I should have told him I was a virgin, but I thought I’d rather die than embarrass myself so much.

He paused for a moment, then pulled his cock back out, and it was an agony and an ecstasy, the walls of my cunt suddenly empty without the monstrous thick length of him.

But the ache between my thighs soon began to melt into a deep, elemental pleasure, as the tide lapped at my toes, each stroke lengthening, deepening my desperation for him.

“I love you so much,” I whispered in his ear, like a lovesick fool.

I knew he was going to answer when suddenly I heard a woman’s voice, back from the lighted street where we had just been.

“Granger? GRANGER?”

I squeaked in surprise as I heard the click click click of Pippa’s heels on the boardwalk.

What if Pippa came down to the beach, and saw us here in the shadows, her fiancé on top of me, one knee up high as he thrust brutally inside me?

I froze, but he growled in my ear.

“Keep going. You come when I tell you to.”

This is wrong, I wanted to squeak. We should have waited until you were single.