Page 48 of Devotion

He’s staring down at me with a heated possessiveness that thrills me.

His body is tightening up in preparation, but he’s still talking. “Take me a little deeper now. I think you can handle it.”

I focus on softening my throat to get more of him in my mouth.

“There you go. That’s what I needed.” His hips have started to make that primitive motion they always do when he’s losing control. “You’re doing so good. You always take me down so good.”

I’m so into it that I’m nearly as loud as he is as all the tension in his body breaks in spasms of release. His semen spurts out hard, and his whole body makes a thrashing motion in his chair as he works through his climax.

I keep sucking him through it, still moaning softly as he finally collapses back in his seat, sated and spent.

“What the hell is wrong with me?” he asks with a hoarse, very soft bewilderment. “Why can’t I get enough of this?”

I make a stretched sound in response, giving his softening cock a few final sucks before he lets go of my head. I straighten up and smile at him, breathless and trying not to drool. “Nothing is wrong with you. You’ve gone too long never giving yourself any kind of downtime or release.”

“Is that what it is?” he asks, cupping my face with a slight smile on the corners of his mouth.

“I think so. It’s my job to give that to you, and you’re finally letting me.”

He moves his thumb to skate over my slightly swollen lips. “Thank you, baby.”

I try not to fall into giddy giggles over his continued use of the endearment. No one else is ever calledbabyhere. Just me. By him. “You’re welcome. It makes me happy.”

“It certainly looks like it makes you happy.” He’s still stroking my mouth with his thumb. “You look like sunshine after a storm. A warm afternoon after a frost.”

I can’t seem to stop smiling up at him, still kneeling between his legs.

We stare at each other for another minute before I remember he was worried about the time. I tuck him back in his clothes and fasten the buttons of his trousers before I stand up. “Maybe you can focus on work now.”

“Maybe.” He stops me as I’m walking back toward the window seat. “Wait, Jess. Come here.”

I turn around and return to stand by the chair.

He bunches up the skirt of my dress until he can slip a hand between my legs, then moves my underwear so he can feel my pussy.

It’s wet. Very wet. Just as wet as this morning.

His lips part. “You’re turned on again. Even after a quick one?”

I swallow. “I’m sorry.”

“Stop staying sorry. I don’t want to hear you apologize again for something that’s not wrong and not your fault.”

“Okay.” I drop my eyes, uncertain about the sudden sternness of his tone.

“You should have told me you get turned on by doing me,” he says, re-angling his hand so he can slide two fingers all the way into my pussy.

I gasp and drop my head backward. “I wasn’t… wasn’t supposed to… feel this way.”

“I don’t care what you’re supposed to do. I had no idea all this time. And this was something I needed to know.”

I give another gulp and reach out to hold on to the back of his chair since my knees are feeling wobbly as he’s starting to fuck me with his fingers the way he did this morning. “Okay. I didn’t know… I didn’t know you’d want to know.”

“Now you do.” He’s staring up at me as he pumps his hand between my legs. It takes me less than a minute to come, choking on a loud moan of pleasure and having to fight to stay on my feet as my body shakes through the spasms.

“There,” he says, withdrawing his hands and sliding the two fingers into his mouth to lick them clean.

I stare at him, hot and dazed and still strangely needy. “Thank you.”

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