Chapter Twenty-Five
Laurie
“Rip,” I moaned, already fighting shortness of breath from the torturous heat of his tongue as it flicked against my collarbone and sent thrilling shivers down my spine.
He didn’t stop. I wasn’t sure I wanted him. I didn’t know what I wanted him to do.
Okay, no, that was a lie. I wanted him to tear my clothes off and fill me with his hard cock, just like the first time. That was what I wanted, what my body was already preparing itself for as heat flooded between my thighs, a hot and heavy response to little more than a few kisses.
I didn’t care if it was on my back or if he bent me over. I just wanted to feel him deep inside me, filling me as fully as possible. I was already pregnant, so what was the worst that could happen?
Fingers tugged at my shirt, lifting it over my head, discarding it to who knew where. I didn’t have the attention for that because my clit was too busy being the drumline in my skull, its throbbing almost threatening to give me a migraine.
“Too slow,” I growled, tearing at his shirt, losing any semblance of propriety or whatever. I didn’t care any longer.
I wanted to get fucked.
Things like being a good girl and respectable went out the door. I wanted his cock to pound me and make my pussy shake. Use me like a rag doll, manhandle me with those deliciously gorgeous muscles, make me feel like nothing and everything all at once.
My bra had flown away at some point while I dreamed of being used by Rip, and now, his mouth was branding my skin as he made his way down my chest before suckling gently on one nipple, then the other.
He swirled his tongue over and around and across the hardened nubs that sparked with sensitivity, drawing repeated moans of delight from my mouth.
“I’m going to make you mine,” he growled, grasping both breasts with his hands while staring up at me.
“Do it,” I hissed, eyes half-closed from the pleasure.
“You will do as you’re told,” he ordered, standing up. “Won’t you?”
“Yes,” I said.
“Will you be my good girl?”
“Yes.”
A thrill shot down my spine as I whispered the affirmative.
I’d never been spoken to that way before, never made to feel like I was possessed, and to my surprise—and embarrassment—I didn’t just like it.
I loved it. My pussy was slick, and I knew, as he ran a hand up the inside of my thigh, it would soon soak my underwear.
Why was it so hot? I was no pushover, no weakling. I was raised to be strong and independent, fully capable of whatever I put my mind to. Yet there I was, submitting to a man I barely knew.
“Say it,” Rip ordered, grabbing my jaw and forcing me to stare into his eyes.
“I’ll be your good girl,” I said, voice heady and subdued.
“I’m glad to hear it,” he rumbled, dipping his head to speak into my ear. “Good girls get rewarded, after all.”
A hand slid up the inside of my leg, brushing lightly against my pussy as he spoke. I gasped, arching my head back even further.
“I’ll be good,” I promised with a hint of a whimper.
“We’ll see,” he said, taking control by sliding his fingers up the back of my head and grabbing a fistful of hair. “Stand up.”
My heart thundering in my chest, I did as I was told.
“On your knees,” he commanded.
I dropped down.
“Look up at me.”
I did, fighting a slight shaking of my hands as I put them in my lap, waiting to be told what to do next.
“Take my pants off.”
Leaping to the task, I fiddled with his belt, struggling at the mechanism for a moment before undoing it. Button and zipper were next, and soon, I was pulling them down to his ankles. I started to reach for his cock but paused at a tug of my hair.
“Do you want to suck it?” he growled, staring down at me with lustful ferocity.
I nodded.
“Say it,” he commanded.
“I want to suck it,” I said.
“You want to suck what?”
I swallowed my pride, knowing what he wanted me to say. “I want to suck your cock,” I said, playing the dutiful good girl he expected.
“I thought so,” he said with a half-sneer.
I should have felt insulted by the derogatory tone, but instead, I found I wanted to suck his dick more. As if I could somehow show him that by sucking it well, I was better than how he spoke to me.
That was new.
“Then suck it like a good girl,” Rip ordered, still holding my hair.
I slid his boxer briefs down, releasing his cock so that it sprang forward, thick and hard, the tip of it nearly hitting me in the face. Licking my lips, I gripped his shaft, feeling its warmth, then slid my mouth over it, going down as far as I could.
Above me, Rip groaned.
I might be on my knees, his hand controlling my head, his cock in my mouth, but with that single sound, Rip ceded control to me. His pleasure was in my hands now. I had the power.
He was too long for me to take entirely and thick enough that I would have struggled even without a gag reflex, but I got most of it down my throat.
I worked it up and down, using both hands, enjoying feeling him come to full hardness in my mouth.
There was something delightfully slutty about having a dick in your mouth, and it thrilled me to no end as Rip groaned and his eyes closed as I sucked him.
“I’m going to come,” he announced suddenly.
My eyes went wide as a split-second later, his load filled my mouth. I jerked him off swiftly, my lips wrapped around the tip, tongue playing with the underside of his head until he was done.
Thankfully, he tasted more toward the sweet end of things, and I was able to swallow it all without issue. Like a good girl. I saw how his face lit up with arousal at that.
“My turn,” he said, and suddenly, I was on my back on the pool table, my pants and underwear swiftly stripped from me. My butt hung off the edge so that when Rip dropped to his knees, my pussy was perfectly exposed to his tongue.
“Fffuckkk,” I hissed, throwing an arm over my mouth in an attempt to keep quiet.
Thankfully, none of my siblings were home, and it was late enough that nobody else should come to the basement, but there was still a chance a house staff member might be around.
With my legs in the air and Rip’s tongue sliding against my clit, I definitely did not want anyone to walk in on us.
I was about to suggest a relocation when two long fingers slid inside my pussy, and his tongue picked up the pace.
“Oh, fuck. I’m going to come,” I said, knowing how much Rip would enjoy hearing that.
True enough, his growl filled the room. I found myself playing with my nipples with my free hand while biting down on the skin on the back of the palm of the other. My body started to tremble as I skirted the edge of orgasm. All I needed was that final—
A third finger filled me, and I was thrown over the edge to a shaking climax as he stroked my clit with his tongue and my G-spot with his fingers. My scream was muffled by my arm stuffed into my mouth. Sort of.
Before I’d even fully finished coming down from that high, Rip was on his feet. I glanced down just in time to see him slide his hard cock inside me. Then my world exploded as he stretched me fully. It was like the first time all over again. I came the second he buried himself deep in my pussy.
Rip’s face was full of delight as he watched me come, and come hard, all over his cock. My body trembled, and my muscles were exhausted as the warm afterglow spread from my legs.
“I’m glad this side of you won out,” I said as he started to thrust slowly, ensuring I had time to adjust to his size.
“Me, too,” he rumbled, once more grabbing my breasts with both hands, playing with them just hard enough to be delightful and not painful. “You’re gorgeous.”
“That’s because I’m naked and on my back with your cock inside me,” I said wryly.
“Yes to the first, but nothing to do with the second. I’d still find you gorgeous if I weren’t fucking you. Your body is exquisite,” he said, leaning through my legs to kiss me all over.
That had the added effect of pushing his cock deeper in me, so I didn’t object.
We fucked for longer than I could remember, mostly slow but sometimes fast. At one point, he bent me over the table, and then I rode him for a bit, his thumb rubbing my clit until I came hard enough that I had to flop down on him to regain my strength.
He didn’t give me that opportunity. Instead, he held my hips as he thrusted into me from below, making me come again—I thought. I was no longer sure. My brain was pummeled with orgasms, some huge, some tiny, but all producing so many endorphins that my memory receptors became clogged.
“Are you going to be a good boy and come for me a second time?” I asked as my body began to tire. I didn’t have much left in me.
“Is that what you want?” he asked, once again taking on his dominant persona.
I stifled a grin but nodded, screwing my face up into what I hoped looked like a whimpering, needy look. “Yes, please. I want you to come.”
Rip didn’t have the words to reply, but the groan, followed by a sudden swelling of his cock and the rolling back of his eyes into his head, told me all I needed to know. He exploded, filling me with his load.
Never quite prepared for how hot it was, I gasped, and my body shivered with delight as he spilled into me, thrusting up to empty every last drop.
As he slumped back, I collapsed onto his chest as we both breathed heavily from the exertion and exhilaration of post-sex wonderfulness.
Eventually, I slid off him.
“What are you doing?” he asked as I kissed my way down his stomach.
“Being a good girl,” I said flirtatiously, still in disbelief I was doing what I was about to do. “Can’t leave you a mess like this.”
“You don’t have to—”
I pressed a finger to his lips, then proceeded to lick him clean. I’d never felt that naughty before in my entire life, but there was an undeniable thrill, a power I doubted a man would ever understand.
When I was done, I looked up at him.
“That was—”
Alarms started going off in the house.
“Alert. Front gates breached,” a robotic voice said over the intercom.