Page 11 of His Dangerous Secret

The dirty talk just spills out of me. I’m not even embarrassed. It’s like I have a little slut inside me just begging to be let out, and Riggs is coaching her forward with each one of his incredible thrusts.

The rough skin on his hands scrapes the soft skin of my hips and waist as he pulls me back against him. Each one of his grunts comes in rhythm with his thrusts, and I wonder if my ass bouncing back on him looks as good as he had hoped.

He reaches up and cups my breast as he increases his speed. It shouldn’t be possible to feel this good. I can feel my next orgasm ready to hit me, and I know that it’s going to be better than the last one.

And that seriously scares me.

“Are you on birth control, Ma?” Riggs whispers, stoking the flames higher inside me.

“No, Riggs. I’m not.”

“Good,” he growls, raking his fingertips up my naked back. “I’m going to come in you, Ma, and leave me drip

ping out of you for when you go back to see my father.”

Oh my God. So fucking dirty!

That’s the last thing I think before Riggs goes off inside of me.

His already massive cock flexes and expands inside of me, stretching my walls to their limit, and when I feel the hot, warm, sticky explosion that follows, I go off too.

“Riggs!” I scream as loud as I possibly can into the pillow of the chaise longue, a thousand filthy thoughts flooding my mind as he fills me with his cum. Our orgasms twist together in harmony, my body flexing in perfect rhythm with his. Each one of the hot ropes that pump out of his cock make me feel more and more a woman.

This is it. This is what love is supposed to feel like.

You can’t buy it. You can’t force it. You have to find it, and Riggs and I found each other.

He slumps down on top of me and curls me into his arms. The strong beat of his heart is heavy on my back.

“Jesus…” he groans, still hard inside me. “You’re incredible.”

I lie there in his arms, shell-shocked from what he just did to me.

Sex-shocked maybe? Is that a thing?

Finally, I’m able to pull my thoughts together enough to speak.

“You know, Riggs, I think marrying your father might have been the best thing to ever happen to me!”

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Riggs

I’ve been drifting off to sleep but waking up every half hour to check the clock. As much as I’m in heaven, I know I can’t stay. I have to return to the hell that is my life, and so does she.

At least for now.

“Ava,” I whisper. “It’s time to get up.”

“Mmm, just a little longer?”

“Come on, Ma,” I tease. “You know what will happen if Michael finds us like this.”

The simple statement should be awakening a fierce rage inside me, but for some reason I am able to stand it now. My cruel father is still the greatest obstacle in my life, but now that I know that I have the woman I love by my side, I can do anything.

My eyes drift over her perfect curves as my finger lazily caresses her skin. Christ, I came inside of her. What the fuck was I thinking? I just came inside my father’s wife and she’s not on birth control!

But I couldn’t help it. I was consumed by the moment, drunk off her virgin pussy and possessed by finally claiming her.

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