Page 36 of Risk
She’s perfection. From her bunny whiskers to her yellow rubber gloves to her fancy black dress to her wretched Yankees t-shirt.
My only concern is that bringing Leah into my life will put a target on her back. Women will be spiteful and jealous. Men will get hungry and aggressive. Everyone is petty. They’ll find out what she does for a living and use it against her to make her feel small and worthless and treat her like she has no business in our world.
I’m going to do everything in my power to prevent that from happening.
So yeah, I’ll keep parts of her a secret until she lets me shout from the rooftops what she does and how proud I am of her for doing it. Fuck anyone who makes her feel less than. I’ll knock their goddamn teeth out.
Keeping all this to myself—for now—I focus back on my girl. Her lips are red and swollen from how hard I kissed her. She’s drawn a line between us by calling me X instead of Mason, too.
The name switch immediately flips the script—putting her in the control seat while I do her bidding. If she wants to draw a line between fantasy and reality, I’ll indulge her for now.
Bending down, I kiss her gently. Little pecks at first. She nips my bottom lip, spurring me to go harder. As I bury my hands in her hair, the air between us seems to crackle and zip. My heart thumps hard in my chest and my body burns for her.
She’s not a toy to play with. She’s a deity to worship.
Dropping to my knees, I spread her thighs while she leans back, resting her elbows on the counter. My girl looks down at me and I wonder if she’s drawn this line because she’s trying to protect me or herself. There are a million things I don’t know about Leah, but we’ll get there.
I’m at her mercy. Whatever she’s willing to give me—her time, her body, her heart—fuck, I’ll take even the breadcrumbs of her lust, if that’s all she’s willing to risk. Eventually she’ll see I’m more than an empty condo, flashy car, and baseball fanatic.
She’ll learn I’m a man who’s starved his whole life. Dining off silver plates, gorging on gourmet meals that do nothing to satiate the ever-growing hunger inside me. I’ve spent my life masking. Playing a role in my family’s games.
I took a risk with Leah and gave her the real me. The man who enjoys simple things. The animal who loves to fuck a woman as much as he loves to spoil her. The guy who’s love for baseball runs deep because my grandfather would take me to games and let me be a kid instead of a photo prop. I’m the one willing to blow off an important business meeting this afternoon just so I could sit in the parking lot to wait for her, even after she kicked me out and told me to leave.
“You look damn good in my clothes, Princess.” I run my hands up her legs.
Leah lifts her shirt off and tosses it onto the stool next to her. Then she shimmies out of the shorts and kicks her foot, sending them flying over my head. “How do I look now?”
“Good enough to eat.”
Fuck that pizza.
Her smile makes my dick throb. “Well, I’d be a terrible person if I let you go hungry.” Perched on the stool, she places her feet on my shoulders and lets her knees drop wide, exposing her pussy to me.
“I think you’ll find me to be a very…” I lick her slit. “Very...” I lick her again. “Starved man, Leah.” Latching on, I suck her clit for a few seconds before sliding a finger inside her. Her pussy clamps down on me immediately. God damn, her grip is going to feel incredible around my cock later.
Leah sighs as she leans back, enjoying my attention.
As she should.
I already know she likes her g-spot hit, but how about more clit work? Learning her body—and all the ways I can make her come—is quickly becoming my new favorite thing.
“You look so fucking hot like this, X.”
My gaze lifts to hers and I obscenely flick my tongue against her cunt. “Give me your phone.” Holding one hand out, I use the other to keep finger-fucking her.
She drops her cell into my hand without asking what I want it for. The screen’s unlocked too.
Pulling up her camera, I make a video of me eating her sweet, swollen, needy little pussy until she’s writhing.
“That’s a good girl,” I growl against her clit. “Give X your cum. I’m starving for it, Princess.” Holding the phone below us, I get a great angle of my long tongue flicking her clit while my finger thrusts in and out of her harder, faster. “Let me taste you while you melt on my tongue.”
Her body tenses, but it’s still a few minutes before she explodes.
When she does, her heels dig into my shoulders, and I have to choose between holding her balanced or capturing it all on camera. I drop the cell without hesitation and let her ride my hand while I hold her steady. Her cries fill my ears, making blood rush to my dick. I hit her g-spot over and over until she’s finished. Then I dive in and lick all of her cum out, gathering it on my tongue. Still on my knees, I show her the arousal I’ve collected and then swallow it.
“Holy hell.” She lowers her sweet ass back onto the stool and I grab her cell again, pointing the camera at my face and suck my coated finger into my mouth. Then I wink at the camera and hit the stop button before tossing her phone onto the counter. I give Leah zero warning before lifting her into my arms and carrying her into my bedroom.
I had the appetizer, now I want the full course.