Page 23 of Depraved Favors

Peyton laughs. “God, no. Please. I was willing to lean against the car so you could fuck me on the side of the road.”

“Jesus.” I sneak a quick peek at her and shake my head. “You have a thing about fucking around in cars?”

“I have a thing for you.” She inhales sharply as if she didn’t mean to say that, and I wish I could see the emotion that would easily be painted on her face.

As soon as the door is shut, my mouth is on hers. My hand roams her body, wanting to feel every inch of her. I don’t know how I went months without it, considering she was never far from my thoughts. I cup her ass, pushing her belly against me as I slowly guide her backwards toward the bed.

Making her sit on the mattress, I fall to my knees and reach up her dress to grab the waistband of her stretchy shorts. She leans back as I pull them off, baring her pretty pussy.

“Need a pillow?” I ask, standing and grabbing one anyway and handing it to her before settling back in front of her. Prying her legs open, I don’t hesitate to slurp at her wet slit and groan at her sweet taste.

“Oh shit,” she cries out, her fingers twisting at the sheets. “It feels… oh god.”

I devour her cunt like a starved animal, my entire face presses against her as I push my tongue inside her, wanting more of her juices. I hike her legs up, moving them onto my shoulders as I wrap my arms around her thighs. She shakes as she comes within a minute of being under my tongue.

Pulling her closer to the edge, I set her feet down and stand. I grab the back of my shirt, dragging it over my head, and then take off my pants and briefs. Her hooded eyes watch me as I stay like that, stroking my hard cock between her legs as I stare down at her.

“You want more, honey?” I ask her. As much as I want to just bury myself in her little pussy, I won’t if she isn’t feeling up to it.

“Owen, my god. Just fuck me?—”

I thrust into her, holding onto her hips as I slide my cock in and out of her tight cunt and force her to take more with every stroke forward. Her fingers claw at the bed, and she writhes beneath me.

“Holy shit, yessssss.”

I pump harder, and thumb her swollen clit. She clamps down on me as her entire body convulses, coming so hard that I pause to watch her. Her dark hair fans out around her, a few pieces slick with sweat stuck to her forehead and her face flushes with desire. Her breasts bounce with each shallow pant, and her hooded eyes roll as her head turns side to side.

Reaching forward, I cup her belly, rubbing it as my cock hardens even further. She’s so fucking hot like this, swollen with my baby, her body trembling from coming on my cock. I slowly pull out and push back in, testing to see if she’s ready for me to fuck her more. Peyton lets out a small moan, rocking her hips to meet mine.

“You’re so fucking sexy, honey. I can’t get enough,” I tell her, leaning down to press a quick kiss to her belly.

She bites her lip, not saying anything as I pick up my pace, pounding into her. I think about the last time we fucked, and how I didn’t know I was coming in her unprotected pussy. I was practically breeding her fertile womb. Before I can process that I’m coming, I grunt as I spill inside her. I’m coming so hard, she gasps with each throb of my cock spurting my cum. We don’t look away from each other till I finally soften, and then I lay down next to her.

She turns to face me, holding onto her stomach as she moves. I glance down between us, then reach up to get the second pillow for her. Her little nose scrunches, and her lips thin.

“What?” I ask, not liking the sudden drop in her expression.

Peyton sighs. “I just forgot this isn’t your first time. You’ve dealt with a pregnant woman before.”

My heart aches at the crushing disappointment in her tone and I cup her cheek, rubbing my thumb across it.

“Believe me, it’s not the same.” And it wasn’t. I never felt anything for Elise. I stayed with her out of obligation once the paternity test came back proving the baby was mine. The only reason we took one was because she thought someone else was the father before his test came back negative.

The connection that Peyton and I share is more magnetic than anything I’ve experienced. It’s why I gave in so easily, why I never truly fought our age difference. My heart and body knew she was mine before my mind could catch up.

Peyton’s jaw tightens, and I know she doesn’t believe me. I scoot closer to her, throwing her thigh over my hip. “Is that comfortable for you?”

She mutters a yes, and I kiss her little nose.

“Peyton if you had told me you were pregnant, I would have dropped everything to come running to you.”

She stares at me, seeing my genuine honesty. “Why?” she asks.

“Because… I just know we’re meant to be. It’s why I walked up to you at the airport. Something inside me knew immediately, and I couldn’t let go. When I found out you were my daughter’s friend, I was devastated. More than I ever should have been since you were a stranger.”

She hums, tracing circles on my chest. “I just thought you were hot.”

My head tilts back, and I laugh. “Fair enough. I guess when you’ve had enough life experience, it’s easier to feel the difference.”

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