Page 28 of Calamity Rayne Knocked Up

Hale was a big man, but I’d become accustomed to his length and thickness. By the time he finished, I expected my mouth to be slightly swollen and my throat a little sore. But I didn’t mind.

As my lips stretched around his hard shaft, I moaned. He didn’t just fuck my throat, he praised me and told me how much he loved the way I spoiled him. His words were a drug and I gobbled them up as much as I greedily swallowed down his cock.

“Fuck.” He thrust harder, holding my hair in both hands as his hips bucked wildly. “That’s it, baby.” His dick pulsed at the back of my throat. “Open your mouth. Show me that tongue.”

I knelt before him, mouth open wide, tits and tongue on full display. He jerked his stiff cock, as hot jets of cum spurted across my lips and chin. His shoulders twitched as a shiver noticeably raced up his spine and he caught his balance on the bed post.

“Jesus, Rayne.” He caught his breath, glancing at me with a satisfied grin. “Stay just like that.” He reached for his phone on the bed and my eyes widened as he snapped several pictures of me, bare chested with my tongue out, and his cum dripping down my face.

He tossed the phone aside and dragged his finger along my lips, feeding them into my mouth. “Now, swallow it.”

I sucked his fingers clean.

“Such a good girl. I think you earned those extra credit points you needed.”

“You have to delete that picture, Hale.”

“Not a chance.”

“Hale.”

“It’s still Mr. Davenport.” He held out a hand and helped me off the floor.

“Mr. Davenport, I think your wife will murder you if you don’t delete those pictures.”

He walked me to the bed and turned me to face the mattress. Mr. Davenport seemed to be on a bit of a power trip. Totally my fault. “We can discuss it later.” He nudged my feet apart and pressed me forward, lowering my upper body to the satin coverlet. “Hands behind your back.”

Rolling my eyes, I did as he said. I’d delete the pictures after he fell asleep.

“Is your ass sore?” His fingers scraped over what I was sure was a red hand print.

“Yes.” I yelped when he slapped my butt again.

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, sir.”

The shutter sound of his phone sounded, and I looked back in outrage.

“Hale!”

He pinned me down with one firm hand at my back. “Look how sexy you are. Tell me you wouldn’t want a picture.”

Well, he had a point. The photo he took was fuckinghot.

He swiped his thumb. “This one’s my favorite—so wet and swollen and pink.”

Damn, my ass looked fine from that angle.

He tossed the phone onto the bed. “I’m going to fuck you so hard tonight you’ll still feel me inside of you tomorrow. That’s what bad girls get when they don’t do their homework.”

Were we still doing that? “I’m sorry, sir.”

“You will be.” He stripped off his clothes and his thighs brushed mine. Yanking my hips back so my body folded over the edge of the four-poster bed, he positioned himself at my entrance and then nudged inside.

My breath hitched as he stretched me. Hale was always a tight fit, but my body adjusted once he was seated to the hilt.

“Feel how wet you are for me. You love sucking my cock, don’t you, baby?”

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