Page 32 of Risky Bet

He knew he was being too rough with her, so he backed off a bit and returned to gentler licks and nibbles. “Come for me, lover,” he coaxed as he devoured her. She tensed against his face and beard, and he knew she was close.

He made it his mission to pull the orgasm out of her and a few minutes later she shuddered beneath him and called out his name as her fingers tangled in his hair.

He sat on the step next to her and hauled her into his lap. “Ride me,” he ordered.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and leaned in for a kiss before she sank onto his cock and let her head fall back. “Fuck,” she hissed as she eased off him and back down. After several long slow movements, he gripped her hair and twisted so she was looking at him.

“I said ride me, sub. Like you mean it. I want you sore when we’re done.”

“Yes, Sir,” she whimpered as he tightened his grip on her wet hair.

And then she obeyed him, riding him frantically, so they were fucking fast and hard. He gripped her hips as she bounced up and down sloshing water all around them. He wasn’t going to last too much longer if she kept this pace up.

He leaned down and dragged his beard across one pointy nipple as she rode. The sensation had her faltering, so he repeated it on the other. She cried out and whimpered as he tortured the sensitive nubs with his scratchy facial hair.

“You like how that feels?” he asked as she continued riding him.

“Yes, Sir. It hurts and feels good all at the same time.”

After spending a few more seconds on her nipples, he pulled away and admired how red they looked from the attention he’d given them.

“So pretty,” he murmured. Then he pinched one harshly until she squealed. The sound was enough to send him to the brink, and he slowed her down, not wanting to end this just yet.

She sucked in heaving deep breaths as she continued to move up and down his cock.

“You ready to come with me?” he asked a few minutes later.

She nodded and pressed a finger to her clit.

“Ride me.”

She rode him with the urgency that told him she craved the orgasm he was promising but she was also chasing the orgasm he would have. Forcing his hips upward, he sent them both over the edge and they clung to each other as the orgasms coursed through them.

When their breathing returned to normal, Memphis could feel the real world trying to creep back in.

“What’s wrong?” she asked as she sat almost floating in his lap at the shallow end of the pool. Her palm came to rest on his cheek.

“Just a lot of stress with work. Some major problems right now, but I’ll sort it out.”

She laid her head on his shoulder for a few minutes but sat up abruptly.

“I just remembered something I wanted to ask you about. When I went to meet you in the playroom last night, I heard you telling someone named Jeremy you didn’t want to go to prison. Why would you go to prison? What’s going on, Memphis?”

Memphis felt his stomach drop. He wasnotready to talk to her about this yet.

“Eavesdropping is rude. Do it again and I’ll spank you,” he said harshly. Climbing out of the pool, he grabbed a towel and wrapped it around his waist, stalking back into the house.

He knew he needed to tell her what was really going on, but he couldn’t bring himself to do it. So instead, he’d been an asshole.

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Rylee sat in the pool trying not to seethe at the way Memphis had abruptly left. Why wouldn’t he answer her questions?

She got out of the pool and quickly wrapped herself in a towel. Upstairs, she showered and put her robe on and settled at her laptop.

She typed Memphis Foster into the search engine and hit enter. Thousands of results popped up, but recent news articles caught her eye. Words like fraud, arrest, and trial jumped out at her.

What the fuck was going on? She grabbed her tablet and pulled up the same articles before stalking down the hall to find him.

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