Page 86 of The Invitation
“Then what is?”
He rocks back on his heels and turns to me. “Do you really want to know?”
“I don’t know. Are you going to ruin this moment and tell me you have some fatal disease?”
His laugh is loud. “If I had a fatal disease, do you think we would’ve gotten this far? For fuck’s sake, Georgia.”
“Look, I need fucked, okay? I’m horny as hell. Help me, help you.”
He shakes his head. “Fine. The problem is that if I fuck you without a condom, I don’t trust myself not to pull out.”
“Why? Do you think I’ll be that tight and it’ll feel that good? Or do you have a breeding kink?”
I say it as a joke—to get an eye roll. To make him laugh. But that’s not what happens at all.
Ripley’s eyes darken and he licks his lips. “There’s something remarkably hot about thinking about putting a baby inside you.”
I still, shocked by his admission. I’m more shocked that I’m not freaked out by it. I’m shocked even more that I agree. Itiskind of hot.
“Condom,” I say emphatically, leaving no room for discussion. I can’t lose my mind completely in the sex haze. That would be a big regret later.
He retrieves a foil pack from his bag and stands. “I wasn’t going to do it without one anyway. No matter how much you begged.”
“We’re both lucky we don’t have to put that to the test.”
He grins, sheathing himself with the condom. “How do you want this?”
“Honestly? I want it fast and hard. I’m too amped to enjoy it slow. I’ll just run my mouth and we’ll both be mad.”
“At least you know yourself. Get on your hands and knees.”
I look around the room. “Where?”
He points at the coffee table. “It’s the perfect height.”
“Fine by me.”
I get situated with my ass in the air. The rough, wooden tabletop digs into my knees and palms while thunder rumbles through the dark sky outside.
A hand cracks against my ass, making me yelp. The sound isn’t fully formed before Ripley slides his swollen cock through my slit. I gasp, arching my back, unprepared to fully take him in.
“Do you still want it hard?” he asks through what I imagine is gritted teeth. “You’re so tight, Peaches.”
His fingertips trace my spine lightly, dancing in a straight line from the nape of my neck to the crack of my ass.
Being filled by him while feeling him caress me so sweetly awakens feelings in my chest that I can’t quite rectify. That I can’t name. That I’m afraid to even try to label.
“Fuck me, Ripley. Hard.”
I squeeze my eyes shut as he slides out and then slams into me. Once. Twice. Thrice.
Over and over, he gives me exactly what I asked for.
A fucking.
There’s no tenderness, no kindness—nothing to get sappy or tripped up about. He fucks me until my arms go weak and my legs threaten not to hold me up anymore. And just as I reach the point where I can’t hold back anymore, where I shout my pleasure into the air, he presses into me and moans my name.
I bite my lip as I’m flooded with an orgasm bigger and stronger than the first.
