Engaged to Andy Barber, and deeming him too safe, and only wanting to be intimate to get you pregnant, you start a sex only relationship with Ransom Drysdale. Nothing is ever easy, and you get yourself into a web of lies. Are you the only one lyin...
Summary: Andy is too safe. Engaged to him, but every time he's gone you can't help but run to Ransom. What happens when the just sex relationship with Ransom, turns into catching feelings?
Pairings: Ransom Drysdale X Reader, Andy Barber X Reader
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Explicit language, explicit sexual content, PIV sex, unprotected sex, cream pie, cheating, road head, oral sex (F receiving), breeding kink, edging, pussy slapping, sex contracts, cockwarming, threats, threatening with a gun, dub-con, slight voyeurism, cum marking, degradation, hair pulling, spanking, biting, size kink, forced pregnancy, 18+ ONLY
Word Count: 5.8k
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"Oh, fuck!" the pretty boy shouts behind you as he pounds into you. His hips ruthlessly pound into your ass, racing for his own release as the euphoria from your own orgasm washes over you. "Going to feel you up kitten. Fuck, you're milking my cock so good," his filthy praises continue, and you can feel more sweet heat fill in your stomach.
"Ran, please," your voice pants, needing his cock to hit that delectable spongy spot. Shifting his angle his tip coasts over your g spot, and out of nowhere you hit your high again, screaming out his name, until you feel his own release fill your cunt. His hot sticky seed, leaking down your thighs.
"Shit, that was amazing," his voice whispers, laying his toned body on your back.
"It was. Now, get off. I got to go."
"Seriously, going to run off to your perfect curated life, huh? You don't even want to attempt to try anything real with me," even though his pompous voice chastises you, he does roll off your body. His deep blue eyes watch your naked body walk into the bathroom, cleaning his spend out of yourself, and bird bathing off your sticky skin.
Walking back in his bedroom you see him pout over at you. Leaning down you give him a quick peck on his lips, "Aw, is Ransom Drysdale jealous? Baby, I told you this was going to be nothing but sex. Now, be a good boy, and quit your whining."
Dressing yourself, you look over at the place you always lay your ring. The dresser is empty of the simple solitaire diamond. "Ransom," your voice quiet, but he can tell by your tone that you're serious.
"What?" he smirks over at your, still lying flat on his back. His naked, marble statue of a body still on display.
"You know what. Now where is it?"
"Who's the one pouting now? Why is it that you take it off anyway? You ashamed that you're screaming out my name, and then going home to your perfect fiancé?"
"'M not pouting. I'm pissed, where is it?"
He stands, holding a velvet box, opening it to show you an even bigger diamond. "I can get you bigger."
