Page 16 of Devotion

I landed another strike to the opposite cheek, a thrill running through me at her whimper of pleasure.

“Two.”

“You’re doing so well, darlin’. Three more to go.”

I gave her the next two in quick succession, alternating cheeks and enjoying the blooming warmth against my skin.

“Three,” she moaned. I waited a beat, my lips curling when I realized she’d purposefully withheld her ‘four’.

“Trying to draw out your punishment, Miss Fallon? You know what happens when you misbehave.”

She arched her back, the movement popping her arse higher and showing off more of her pussy. Fecking hell, she was dripping down her thighs.

On instinct, I brought my fingers down in a slap against the swollen, aroused flesh hard enough to make her cry out.

“Shh, it’s all right,a stor. I’ve got you.” I didn’t move myfingers from her, instead choosing to sink them inside the fluttering walls of her cunt.

“Yes,” she groaned, pushing back into me. “Please, Caleb.”

“Do you want to come on my fingers, Miss Fallon, or my cock?”

“Yes,” she answered.

I folded myself over her until my lips rested just above her erratic pulse. “Which is it, Sunday? You’re going to have to ask for what you want.”

“F-fingers first. Then your cock.”

“Greedy girl.”

“Guilty.”

I swiftly pulled out of her and gave her pussy another slap.

Her knees buckled, and her answering moan was absolutely obscene. It was perfection.

“You’re so sensitive when you’re pregnant.”

“Don’t tease me. I’m so close.”

“Why not? You tease me mercilessly.”

“Please, Daddy.”

One more slap, this time to her swollen clit, sent her tumbling over the edge. I tore my trousers open and slammed into her with the desperation of a drowning man being given a rope. I needed to feel her orgasm around my cock, not once, but twice. Now who was the greedy one? But I’d established long ago that I was a glutton for Sunday Fallon. That hadn’t changed. In fact, it’d only gotten worse.

“Fuck, Caleb. Yes. Just like that. Harder. I can already feel the next one building.”

Her breathless pleas were like gasoline on a fire. I thrust into her hard and fast, my grip on her hips punishing as I gave us what we both desperately craved.

The desk scraped across the stone floor, the sound echoing off the walls as I moved us until there was nowhere else we could go. An ominous creaking sound followed, but she came around me before I could register what it was. Her muscles tightened, milking my own orgasm from me on a harsh cry of her name.

She collapsed until she was flush with the desk, her breathing labored and her brow dotted with sweat. A sated smile curled her lips. “Now that’s a present.”

I chuckled in response, dipping my head and pressing a kiss to the nape of her neck. “For both of us.”

“You won’t be able to forget me now,” she murmured.

“Forget you? How could I forget you? You’re the reason my heart beats.”

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