Page 48 of Protecting Her Secrets

“So far, you’re at ten swats. Want to make it twenty?”

“I can’t tell if you’re joking.”

“Okay, twenty. Want thirty?”

I’m grinning as I stand and strip off his T-shirt and thermal pants, tossing them to the ground. I hug myself, feeling vulnerable until his heated gaze warms my body and his Adam’s apple bobs with his hard swallow.

“Goddamn, you’re stunning. Every fucking inch of you.” His hand skims down my side. “Is it safe for you to lie across my lap?”

“Safe? Oh, right. The baby.” It’s easy to forget when I don’t feel or even look pregnant. “Maybe not in a month or two, but right now, I think we’re fine.”

“Good.” He pats his lap. “Now get over here. I can’t wait to make your ass glow.”

This shouldn’t be as arousing as it is, but as I lie across him, my ass in the air and my legs trapped between his, my pussy throbs with anticipation. I’m a ball of nerves as he pulls one of my ass cheeks to the side and swipes a finger between my folds, finding me wet. I suck in a sharp breath when he drags my arousal from my pussy to my puckered hold and circles it.

“One day soon, I’ll fuck you while your ass is plugged. Would you like that?” he asks, and I hum my approval. “Maybe one with a gem on the end to give me something pretty to look at.”

He pulls his hand away, and before I can complain, his palm cracks across my ass. The sound reverberates through the high ceilings, and the sting has my butt clenching and my chest lifting off the sofa.

“Relax, sweetheart.” He pushes me back down into position. “Count for me.”

“One,” I whisper, unsure if I’m turned on or annoyed.

The next swat is done in an upward motion, hitting the underside of my cheek. “Fuck, I like watching your ass bounce.”

“Two,” I say with a little more confidence as the evidence of how much he likes it digs into my belly.

I continue to count as he spanks me, covering every inch of the area, never seeming to land on the same spot twice. Halfway in, the skin back there warms and becomes more or less numb, but the rhythm he creates and the sound it makes relaxes me and makes my pussy weep. I don’t understand it, but I love it so much, I don’t question it.

“You handled that so well.” He massages the tender flesh. “Now, let’s see just how much you enjoyed it.”

He loosens his hold on my calves and pushes my thighs apart an inch or so before slipping a hand between my legs. Groaning at the wetness he no doubt finds, he rubs circles on my clit.

“Oh my god,” I cry, feeling an orgasm already forming.

“Let go, sweetheart. You deserve the reward,” he says, pressing his thumb against my back hole. How did he know I was so close? It makes no sense. “Even after all this time, I still know your body. I’ve spent fifteen years jacking off to the memory of how much your clit swells and how soft your pussy gets right before you come. I remember the way your breaths pick up and the sounds you make. I remember you, Skylar. Now come for me.”

His words, the slight sting on my ass, the friction between my legs—it’s all too much, and I explode into a thousand pieces. He manipulates my body with skill, making me cry out, but it sounds like I’m underwater, muffled and far away. I grab onto the pleasure, desperately trying not to let it go. It feels too good.

“Christ, you’re beautiful when you come,” Walker says, carrying me through the orgasm, not stopping until my body trembles with aftershocks.

“What did you do to me?” I grumble into the couch cushion.

He laughs long and hard. “Come here, and I’ll do it again.”

I hiss when he playfully swats my sore ass as I slide to my knees on the floor. Placing my hands on his thighs with every intention of pushing myself up, I suddenly get an idea of how best I can repay him. I hook my fingers into the waistband of his sweats and tug.

“So that’s how this is going to go, huh?” he asks, lifting his butt up to help me pull them down. His cock springs free, thick and long.

“You have a beautiful cock.” I wrap both hands around him and stroke up and down.

“Beautiful? I think he’d prefer to be described as girthy or studly.”

“Your girthy, studly cock is beautiful,” I say right before swiping my tongue through the slit at his tip, collecting pre-cum. “And delicious.”

“Oh, fuck.” Those are his last words before I close my lips around him and suck. I keep my eyes on him as I glide up and down his length, my hand stroking whatever I can’t fit in my mouth. He pulls my hair into a ponytail for a better view, but soon, he’s using his hold to move me at the pace he needs. “I never forgot how well you suck me off either. Christ, your mouth.”

His head tips back and he grits his jaw, looking every bit the vision of masculinity. I crave the feeling of him pushing down my throat, but ever since I got pregnant, even brushing my tongue makes me gag. Walker doesn’t seem to mind in the least and doesn’t even try to force me down.

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