Page 143 of Reclaiming Adelaide

“What kind of computer gamer plays with a controller, anyway?”

“The kind that likes to win.” I took another bite of my fruity treat, then glanced at it and back to him. “Just how much are you wanting to gag me?”

“It becomes more likely each time you open your sassy mouth.” He wiped his thumb over my sticky lip, and I pushed myself up, dedicating myself to the thought as I walked him back into his chair. He took a seat; our roles reversed as my nervous heart beat wildly in my chest. “What are you doing?”

“An experiment.” I sank to my knees between his legs and bit my lip, eyeing his zipper.

“Should I be worried?”

His husky voice sent shivers down my legs, warming the part of me I’d beg him to take.

“Oh, very much.” I pulled down his zipper and freed his thick, hard, weeping length. “Doesn’t take much, does it?”

“With you on your knees and that look in your eyes.” He bent over and cupped my chin. “Not at all.” Raising my mouth to his, he pressed his soft lips to mine and devoured me with my hand, squeezing and pumping. “You taste like sugar and berries.”

“Thanks, I got it from my candy.” I smirked, wrapped my fruit roll-up around his cock, and took him in my mouth. He hissed, spurring me at a rapid pace, the treat dissolving into a sticky substance.

“Fuck, Adelaide.” Jake dug his hands into my hair and tugged the strands at my scalp as my tongue swirled around, savoring the salty, sweet concoction in my mouth.

Our baby’s whimper filtered through the speakers causing me to stiffen.

Jake squeezed tighter. “He’s okay. His eyes are still closed,” he said, pushing my head back on his cock. “Make me cum in that smart mouth of yours, and then I’ll go get him.”

I pinched my legs together as warmth flooded between my thighs.

Picking up the pace, I squeezed my fist tighter around the base of his cock. My tongue swirled the tip, and the candy melted, leaving behind a multicolored puddle in my hand. My lips stretched as I took him deep into my throat.

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful on your knees,” Jake groaned as he thrust his hips forward to meet my downward motion, hitting the back of my throat. His fist tightened as his muscles locked up beneath me.

Hot spurts of salty liquid hit the back of my throat in waves, and I swallowed him down with greedy need.

I pulled away with a pop, then licked the tip of his cock as he jerked. “That wasn’t one of my better ideas.” I held up my stained, sticky hand and grimaced.

“I beg to differ.” His tongue dove into my mouth, swirling with contrasting tastes as he ate me up, leaving me begging for more. For him to take me on the floor, against the wall, or on the desk. However he did it, he’d leave me satisfied and wet. Except there was one little detail that needed to be taken care of first.

“Go get Ollie. I’ll wash up.” I broke away and smirked as I stood from the carpeted ground, hoping the liquid on my hand wouldn’t drip onto the floor and stain it.

“What if I’m not finished?” He cupped my jaw and raised my chin with his thumb as he pushed me against the desk, his hips grinding into me. “I need more.”

His tongue swept over my syrupy lips, and I moaned as he sucked on my lower lip, his teeth nibbling on my flesh.

Ollie’s whimper pulled my gaze toward the video monitor. Jake’s teeth scraped over my flesh until my lip popped free with a smarting sting. “I think your son has other ideas.” I smiled.

“I think our son is cock blocking me.” He groaned and laid his forehead on my shoulder.

“He’s a little young to know what that means.”

Jake gripped my hips, then tucked himself into his pants. “Fine, but I’ll get what’s mine when he’s done.”

“I expect nothing less.”

Jake dashed out of the room, and I followed, breaking off to the bathroom as he continued to the nursery and washed my hands and face.

The cool water tightened my aching cheeks. There was a smile that no amount of finger massaging could wipe away, followed by waves of butterflies in my belly.

I stared at myself in the mirror, noting the maturity transforming my face. My skin was firmer and clear, my breasts had grown, mainly because of a ravenous child who never seemed to get enough, and the youthful glow I’d had before faded ever so slightly.

“What is this?”

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