Page 125 of Reclaiming Adelaide

Jake grabbed my hips, pulling me closer to the edge. My heart leaped against my chest as my butt tipped toward the ground.

I was going to fall off the desk in a terrifyingly embarrassing sex moment.

Reaching out for him, he slapped my hand away. “I’ve got you.”

His hands squeezed me, pressing me hard into the edge of the desk as he used me like his personal fuck doll.

“We’re coming together, sweets.”

Jake pressed his thumb hard onto my clit and circled with perfection.

My stomach dropped as the pressure to perform intensified the very motions he used to get me there. As if fear and anticipation swirled together to create this overpowering sensation of pleasure.

His thrusts, circular motions, and fullness had me teetering ever so close to the precipice.

Thwack.

I turned my head to the side and pinched my lips together. “Mmm.”

His hand skimmed up my shirt and pinched my nipple between his knuckle and thumb, sending a ripple of warmth between my thighs. All of it one step closer to destroying me.

“So close.” I cried. “Close.”

“Yes, you are. I can feel it.”

His motions slowed to a deep and punishing cervix bruising, fiery need as he interlaced his fingers behind my neck. It only added to his power position, but now he used my folded body to meet his demanding thrusts.

It only took a few more arduous thrusts before my inner walls spasmed around him.

A fraction of a scream broke through before I clamped down on my bottom lip, turning it into a tortured moan.

Jake grunted as he stilled. His warm spurts heated me from inside as he jerked his hips, his head tipped back, and moaned.

My jellied arms released my legs, letting them crash down beside him to dangle off the desk.

Jake pulled me up, his cock still twitching inside me, and claimed my lips, his thumb grazing my chin as he swirled his tongue against mine, tickling the roof of my mouth and sucking on my tongue.

He slid his cock from between my legs. The evidence of his possession trickled down my thigh.

“We can’t have that,” Jake said, pulling his pants up to his waist and into place.

“What?”

His fingers dove between my legs, scooping his cum and pressing it back inside.

“I’m already pregnant.” I laughed. Would he have done this if I wasn’t?

“It’s not about that.”

“Is this like a dog pissing on his territory?”

A smirk lifted the corners of his lips. “Something like that.”

“Well, I assure you, no man will be putting his nose between my legs to smell your cum.”

He wrapped his hand around the back of my neck and pressed his lips to my forehead. “You have such a way with words…”

“Do I…”

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