Page 24 of Prince of Tides
Rip stood, licking his lips with a wicked grin, then scooped me into his arms with casual ease. My pussy was flooded with fresh warmth at the way he held me, his thick muscles bunched but by no means straining to keep me pressed to his chest.
We made it to the bedroom, everything a blur as we finished undressing one another. I sucked his cock for a bit, but then he wanted to lick me again, and I couldn’t find a reason to say no.
His tongue played across my clit until I was writhing, needing that potentialpushto finish again.
“Mine,” Rip growled and stood, thrusting his cock inside me.
I cried out, hands flinging to either side as I gathered fistfuls of sheets.
“Holy fuck, you’re big,” I moaned incoherently as he stretched me further. “Oh my god, I—”
He brushed a thumb against my clit, and my entirebodyclamped down around his cock. I came harder than I could ever remember before. A scream ripped from my throat as itintensifiedwith another push from Rip, burying himself fully inside me. I think. I couldn’t entirely focus, my mind too busy being pummeled by pleasure so intense it was nearly pain.
I started to cry, and Rip looked fearful, pulling back.
“Don’t youdare!” I ordered, yanking him in closer and closing my legs around him. “I want it all.”
I was rabid cock-drunk by that point, and I didn’t care. I needed his dick and as much of it as I could get.
Rip gave it to me. He thrust slowly, testing my limits until I stretched to fit him enough that he could go harder. And he did. I screamed my head off until I could feel my throat going raw. Multiple orgasms? One endless one? I didn’t fucking know. It was the best sex of my life, and I had no idea who it was.
Nor did I care. He bodied me, flipped me left and right, turned me around, put me on top. I was his playtoy as he manipulated my limbs, and I loved every moment.
Then Rip groaned loudly. My eyes flew open to watch his orgasm fill his face with pleasure.
I shuddered as hot molten liquid erupted inside me, the scorching sensation so intense it pushed me over the edge one more time. I clamped down on Rip, holding on with my interior muscles but also with my arms and legs, pulling him in tight as we rode out our climaxes together amid a torrent of grunts and moans.
One last gasp and twitch, and I slumped down, everything going limp at once as endorphins continued to pummel my brain’s logic circuits, overwhelming them much the way his cock had when it nearly split me in half at the start. I wasn’t doing any thinking. Instead, I simply existed. Trying to remember to breathe as I recovered, which was a challenge in itself.
“That was intense,” Rip said, moving his hips as he pulled out of me.
“Yeah,” I said, feeling the warm stickiness of his come spill out of me.
His come dripped out of me.
His come. Out of me.
I sat upright, a cold chill blanketing every good thing I’d just experienced.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Laurie. You idiot! How could you be so stupid?
“What is it?” Rip asked, rolling onto one elbow, causing most of his muscles to etch themselves starkly across his torso in a most pleasing display.
I tried to pull the sheet over me, but it was pinned beneath me. There was nothing I could do to cover myself.
“Um, I have to go,” I said, upset at myself for a number of reasons.
I shouldn’t have been in that penthouse at all, for starters, but even once I’d made that mistake, I should never have let him finish inside me! Idiot. Stupid. I’d been so hurt and horny, and somehow not once did I stop to consider what I was doing. After nearly two decades of taking birth control, I’d never thought about it before, and there was just something about Rip and the way he made me feel. I just thought I could trust him, and that let me take my guard down and—
Stop it. You’re rambling. Badly. Pull yourself together, get out of here, and deal with it in the morning. People make mistakes. You know what to do.
I got up without saying anything more and yanked my clothes on, not bothering to clean up. I just wantedout. Now. I had to go. Get out of there.
“Is everything okay?” Rip asked. “Did I hurt you?”
“No,” I said, perhaps a bit too harshly. But I absolutely didnotwant to discuss it with Rip.
The big man remained quiet, but I could feel his eyes, always watching me. Not in a creepy way, either. Despite everything, I stillenjoyedbeing looked at by him. For some strange reason I couldn’t explain, I wanted him to focus on me. It was an inexplicably strong yearning that had no basis in hormones, as far as I could tell, since I’d just had all the horny fucked out of me.
