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Kali

Oh, wow. My heart’s about to leap straight out of my chest. This is really happening, and I’m here for every breathless second of it. Ripley’s positioned over me, gorgeous and broad-shouldered, his hair a dark mess that falls across his forehead in a way that makes me want to keep running my fingers through it. His eyes, intense and focused, flick over me with a hunger that ignites every nerve in my body. There’s something about the way his jaw sets—a mix of determination and barely tamed desire—that sends my pulse racing. I’ve never seen anyone like him before, all lean muscle and quiet confidence, like he’s ready to protect me from the world but also pull me closer into his own. In this moment, as he looks at me with that devastatingly beautiful gaze, I realize I don’t want to be anywhere else.

“I’ve got a condom somewhere,” he whispers, looking around his room. He lifts off me, and I miss the warmth of his body immediately.

“I’m on the pill,” I rush out. “I’m clean, and haven’t had sex in ages.” God, I can’t even remember the last time I had sex.

Ripley’s lip curls into a soft smile, his eyes filled with a heat so intense I’m afraid it’ll catch the world on fire. “Are you sure?”

I reach out to him, wanting the feel of his body against mine once more. “Yeah,” I whisper.

He moves quickly, like lightning, covering my body with his. “I’m clean. We get checked a lot on the team. Promise.” His words fly out of his mouth quickly, like he’s trying to persuade me.

“I trust you,” I tell him. And I really do. It’s crazy how much I trust this man. It’s only been a little bit of time, but I trust this man completely.

He smooths a hand over my hair. “I’d never hurt you, Kali.”

I suck in a deep breath. “I know.”

His eyes lock with mine as he roams that same hand down my body, cupping my ass to bring my leg over his hip. He lines his hard dick up with my entrance, and pushes in. Ah, god. He’s so big. Ginormous if I’m being honest. “You handle me so well, baby,” he whispers, squeezing my ass with his palm.

I’m so wet for him. I don’t think I’ve ever been this wet before in my life. With his other hand he wraps it around my breast, bringing his mouth down around my nipple. He sucks it between his teeth, teasing it gently. He keeps pushing into me, his dick opening me up.

I cling onto him like my life depends on it. I don’t want to let go. Like ever. He’s not even all the way inside me yet, and I’m already all up in the feels.

Could I love this man? No, it’s too soon.

I won’t be one of those women who falls for a man the first time they have sex. Nope. This is just sex.

“Your pussy grips me just right. Like it was made for my thick cock,” he whispers close to my ear, and it turns me on.

I’ve never had a man talk to me this way, and yet, I want more of it. So much more of it. “I love your dick,” I tell him, obviously not well versed in the art of dirty talk.

His eyes meet mine as he squeezes my ass harder. “Yeah? You like the way this cock fucks your sweet pussy?”

“Yes, oh god, yes.”

He tsks me. “Not god, sweetheart. This is all me pounding your tight little pussy.” He slams into me. “You like that, huh?”

“Oh fuck,” I shout out. “Yes, more.”

He slams into me again, a little harder this time. He moves his hand off my ass, bringing his finger to my lips. “Suck me, baby.” He pushes his finger deep down my throat. Tears spill at the edges of my eyes. I suck him best I can, and his eyes light up like the Fourth of July. “Can’t wait until you’ve got my fat cock stuffed in this pretty mouth.” He pulls his forefinger out, and moves it down.

Oh my Ripley. What is he doing?

He pushes the wet finger against my ass. Oh. “And I seriously can’t wait until I can fuck you here.” He slides his finger deeper, and my eyes widen.

“I’ve never done that, or this.”

His smile brightens his face as he pushes his dick deeper inside me. “I want to fill you completely up, Kali. I want you to remember me everywhere.”

I don’t think I’ll ever be able to forget this man. Ever.

He continues pushing his finger into my back entrance as he pounds into me with his dick. He moves up to where he’s on his knees, moving a pillow under the small of my back. His eyes gaze down on me. “You’re so fucking hot.” He’s got one hand working my ass, as the other hand moves down my body, pressing against my clit.

He’s gorgeous, and right now, he’s all mine. I reach out toward him, wanting to touch him. He leans closer, his hand working my clit forgotten as he braces his hand beside my head.

“Your body’s so responsive to me, Kali. It’s like it was seriously made for me. How did I get so fucking lucky?”

I want to fight with him, tell him I’m the lucky one, but I can’t form the words. I can’t do anything but focus on the subtle climb of my body. The orgasm looming close by.

I’ve never had an orgasm twice in one night. This is insanity. What is this man doing to me?

However, the sensations coursing through my body are unstoppable. “I’m so close,” I shout out, my nails raking down his broad chest. My breath hitches as he pounds harder.

“Come on my cock. I want you to mark me, Kali. Make me yours.”

My chest tightens as my orgasm is so freaking close. Fuck, I can nearly feel that overwhelming feeling again. “I want you to be mine,” I admit, hoping that I’m not laying my feelings all on the line for him to crush them. Yet, I trust him, right?

His eyes lock with mine, softening just a tad. “I am yours, Kali.”

My entire body seizes the moment those words leave his lips, the heat inside me building like a pressure cooker that finally explodes. A shuddering gasp rips from my throat, and I scream his name—“Oh, Rip!”—as the orgasm tears through me in unstoppable waves. Each pulse sends electric sparks racing along every nerve, making my muscles quiver and my mind flood with a sensation so intense it borders on surreal. My toes curl, my back arches, and for one endless second, I’m lost—no conscious thought remains, only the raw, dizzying bliss of pleasure that slams into me over and over until I’m left breathless, trembling, and utterly consumed.

“Fuck,” Rip says on a groan, his body holding onto me tightly. He removes his finger from my ass as his dick pulses inside me. “Kali, fuck, baby. You have no idea what you’re doing to me.” His own orgasm rips right through him as he thrusts into me a few more times.

After the last tremors of ecstasy fade, I’m left with a lingering warmth coursing through my limbs. He rises first, disappearing into the en suite bathroom with a lazy, satisfied smile. A low hum of pleasure still thrums in my veins as I slip off the bed and follow. Inside, the soft glow of the vanity lights casts shadows across the tiled walls, and I catch a glimpse of my reflection in the mirror—flushed cheeks, tousled hair, a happy curve to my lips. I rinse off, letting the water soothe my still-sensitive skin, then dab my face gently with a towel. My heart hasn’t quite returned to its normal rhythm yet. Stepping back into the bedroom, I scan the space for my sundress, finding it draped haphazardly over the arm of a nearby chair where I flung it in the heat of the moment.

“I, uh… I should go.” My voice wavers as I tug my dress over my head, the fabric sliding against my still-warm skin. I glance around the floor, searching for my panties in the jumble of discarded clothes. My eyes skim the bedside table, the plush rug, then the chair in the corner—nothing. Probably lost in the shuffle of heated moments.

“You have a game tomorrow, and I’ve got…” The rest of my sentence falters, my mind scrambling for some plausible excuse to leave. Truth is, I can’t think of a single reason except the creeping worry that if I don’t take control and slip away now, he might be the one to usher me out.

Memories of the things he whispered while we were tangled in each other still pulse through my thoughts. But I’m no fool. I’m not expecting some grand invitation to stay—even though a part of me clings desperately to that hope. The reality is, people say things in the heat of the moment. I try to tamp down the flutter in my chest that demands otherwise.

He quirks an eyebrow, his gaze pinning me in place. “Where are you going?” There’s a note of challenge in his voice. He shakes his head, dark hair ruffling over his forehead. “No way am I letting you leave, Kali. Not after that. Not after what we just did.” He points to the rumpled sheets, eyes flashing with a familiar hunger. “Get in. Now.”

A wave of relief and excitement washes over me, and I can’t help the small, hopeful smile that tugs at my lips. Carefully, I shimmy out of my sundress again, the cool air brushing my skin before I slip under the covers. My heart thrums a wild beat, and as I settle against the warmth of the bed, I realize I’m exactly where I want to be.