Page 29 of Calamity Rayne Knocked Up

I moaned, my mind entering a soft subspace of pleasure where it became difficult to think or talk. “Yes, baby.”

He thrust forward, and the bed creaked. Sometimes he’d move fast and other times he’d slide out slowly, stroking along my channel to drag out the pleasure. When he pressed all the way in, he’d sometimes holdhimself there, his hand planted on my back to make it perfectly clear who was in control. But he never hurt me or pushed my body too far. No matter how wild he got, he always made sure I was comfortable and okay with what he was doing.

He leaned down and bit my shoulder then he whispered, “Do you remember my promise? I’m going to fuck your tight little pussy until cum’s dripping down your thighs. Is that what you want?”

“Yes, sir.” That was all the permission he needed.

Hale went wild, plowing into me like a primal animal. He used my body like it belonged to him, which, in a way, it did. I was his greatest treasure and he handled me with such care, knowing exactly where my limits were and how far he could push me along that hazy edge of pleasure and pain.

He fucked me so many times I lost count. And when he was finally finished, he’d kept his word. My body trembled under a mixture of his release and mine as cum dripped from my weak thighs.

I was spent. Every muscle in my body had been worked until I could hardly move.

“Don’t fall asleepyet, baby.”

I barely roused when he lifted me to his bare chest and carried me from the bedroom. The soft scent of lavender filled the steamy air as we entered the bathroom. I must have dozed long enough for him to fill the bathtub.

“I’ve got you.” Holding me close, he lowered us into the warm water, and I sighed at the soothing heat. “Just relax and let me take care of you.”

With my head resting on his shoulder, I drifted in and out of sleep as he gently washed my body. Once I was clean, he wrapped me in a thick robe and carried me back to bed.

His lips pressed to my forehead. “You get an A-plus, baby. Now, get some sleep.”

I moaned and smiled, too exhausted to form words or open my eyes.

Hale chuckled and kissed my forehead one last time. “I love you, Rayne. So much.”

God, I loved him too. More than words could say.

Have you heard the one about the doctor and the giant dildo?

“Ihave a surprise for you.”

I looked up from my toes and a glob of polish landed on my phone where I was watching TikToks. “Shit. Hand me a tissue.”

Hale pulled two tissues form the box. “Why don’t you have them do that for you downstairs at the salon.”

“Because I like the challenge, and it feels nostalgic to do poor people things for myself from time to time.”

“I’d hardly call painting your nails poor people things.”

“Well, I was just a broke bitch before I met you so I have years of experience when it comes to doing things likethis for myself.”

“For having years of experience, you’re not very good at it. There’s more polish on your skin than the actual nail.”

Realizing how much this was probably making him twitch, I laughed and accidentally dabbed the red polish on my foot. “Oopsy. Will you look at that?”

“Rayne.”

I looked up at him with feigned innocence. “What? I slipped.”

“Give me that.” He took the polish and lifted my foot to rest on his lap. “You’ve mangled them.”

When he sniffed the nail polish, I laughed. “You know I struggle with the girlie things, Hale.”

He dunked the brush and wiped away the messy spots on my skin. “I think it’s more about concentration than being girlie.” He focused on painting clean, straight strokes with my nailbed.

I wiggled my toes.

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