Page 52 of Devotion

I almost choke at the intense slice of pleasure. My ass gives a few helpless shakes.

“That’s what you want, isn’t it?” he asks. “Your pussy is so tight and wet. You want this so much.”

I make more of those humming sounds of affirmation, fighting not to fall out of rhythm as he begins to fuck me with his fingers with a matching tempo.

“Look at you, close to coming already. You need this, don’t you? Your pussy is gripping me so well.” He’s lifted his head from the pillow, his eyes shifting between his fingers pumping inside me and my mouth moving over his cock.

I cry out messily around a mouthful of his erection and take him deeper without realizing I’m doing so.

It’s enough to distract him. He moves my head down harder and bucks his hips up in small, clumsy thrusts, making a loud, shaky sound as he comes in my mouth.

He’s stopped finger-fucking me as he comes, but he’s still got them inside me. And watching and feeling him come is enough to push me over the edge too.

I pump my bottom back, riding his fingers as my pussy clamps down around the penetration. Waves of pleasure slam into me.

I almost choke on his final spurt because I’ve lost focus with my own orgasm. I cough a little to clear my throat, but then I manage to suck him through the aftershocks.

Once he’s come down enough to concentrate, he starts pumping his hand again. It feels even better now. My eyes burn.Blur. I can’t stop whimpering as I suck and flutter all around him.

He moves his hand from the back of my head so he’s gently stroking my messy hair. He’s still got his fingers inside me. I hold my position because he hasn’t released me yet. There’s nothing inside me that wants to move anyway.

I’m flushed and panting and drowning in a giddy satisfaction.

“You did really good,” he finally says. “You kept going on me even though you were coming that hard.”

I smile around his softening cock. “Mm-hmm.”

He finally draws my head up. “Are you proud of yourself?” Despite the sated leisure in his expression, he appears genuinely curious.

“Yes,” I admit. “Is that wrong?”

“No, it’s not wrong. You did really good.”

“So did you.”

I rearrange my body so I can focus on finishing the massage, moving up his chest with my hands.

He lets out several long exhales as he relaxes again. After a minute, he stops watching me as his eyes fall closed. When I reach his head, he says, “Don’t let me sleep more than an hour.”

“I won’t.”

“I really shouldn’t be taking morning naps like this.”

“Yes, you should. Haven’t you been working better lately since you aren’t so tense and stressed out?”

He doesn’t answer immediately. I wonder if he’s fallen asleep. Then he finally mumbles, “Yes. Everything’s been better lately. No idea what’s happening to me.”

I don’t know how to respond to that, and it doesn’t matter anyway.

Because he’s drifted off to sleep.

14

That same evening,I’m returning from my weekly visit with my family, bubbling with joy.

So happy it’s a real possibility that I could jump right out of my skin.

I do my best to contain it as I grin at the palace guards when they let me inside. They all know and like me now. One of them asks if I got some good news. Since I can’t tell them the truth, I explain I had a good visit with my family.

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