Page 93 of Risks

I lick my lips, swallow deeply, andfight through the intense arousal to beg, “Fuck me, please.”

He responds with a low and teasingchuckle. “Fuck you with what, princess?”

I wince as he slips two fingersinside me. “Because you have a few options. There’s my tongue, my fingers, andmy—”

“Your cock,” I whimper and buck as hefinger-fucks me slowly.

He chuckles. “We’ll be late forbreakfast.”

“Mm...” My head tilts back on thepillow as a natural reaction to how he’s pleasuring my pussy right now. “Thenhurry up.”

“You don’t like quickies,” he taunts,increasing the speed. “You love when I’m inside you for a long time.”

“I—mmm—god…Varen… fucking stoptorturing me.”

He laughs, and just when I’m aboutto explode, he removes his fingers and licks them clean.

I glare at him, annoyed that he’s makingme wait when I’m so irrefutably hungry for his cock.

“All right, baby,” he says andclimbs over, parting my legs to settle between them. “Here you go.”

“Ah!” I cry out as he slams hisrock-hard cock inside me and begins to grind.

“It’s all yours,” he grunts. “Onlyyours.”

Within seconds, I’m shaking likemaracas, dragging my nails up and down his back while whimpering his namerepeatedly.

Varen only intensifies the thrusts,turning me into a panting mess until he shatters and sprays his hot semeninside me.

Ever greedy for one another, we indulgein more sensual kisses before climbing out of bed, shower and dress, thenstroll up the road to the Kirby residence. I still can’t believe hisgrandparents live in a castle. It’s modest compared to the royals, but it’sstill a damn castle.

An employee I remember from the lastvisit greets us at the door and ushers us into a bright dining room off thekitchen, different from the main formal one, where breakfast is just beingserved.

Varen’s grandparents light up at ourentrance.

“Ah! Varen! Latoya!”

They rise from the table, laughingexcitedly as they scurry over.

“It is so wonderful to have you bothhere,” Grandma Kirby expresses in her thick Scottish accent, hugging me first. “Mybeautiful grandson.” She kisses Varen on both sides of his face.

“Aye.” Grandpa Kirby wraps him in a heartyembrace and looks him over before greeting me with a loving hug and kiss on mycheek.

He motions to the table. “Come. Fillyour tummies.”

We sit down and dig into the Scottishbreakfast.

“How are your parents and Alison?”Grandma Kirby asks before biting into her buttery slice of bread.

“They’re great,” Varen tells them.“They want to visit soon.”

“I was just telling mo ghràdh weshould travel there this summer,” Grandpa Kirby says, beaming at his dear wife.“It has been so long.”

Like last time, I can’t help butmarvel at how much the Kirby men resemble. Except for his dark hair and blueeyes, Varen inherited their height and charming expressions.

“We’ll plan for it,” Grandma Kirbysays. She sips a bit of her coffee. “How is it at the cottage?”

“It’s beautiful,” I answer, smiling.“So cozy.”

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