Page 40 of Salacious Devotion

Chapter 13

Dane

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She’s here. She’s in my arms. We just did the most intense scene of our lives in a playroom I built with only her in mind, even though she was dead. I’ve never used this room because I’ve never let my guard down enough to let another woman into my heart.

I hold her so close; I’m probably hurting her with my tight grip, but I need this. It’s life-affirming. I need to hold her and cry against her neck. I know she would never think I’m weak for letting myself feel the magnitude of this situation.

Eventually, she squirms to free my grip, twists around, and straddles me. She holds my face and kisses me, tenderly at first, and then deeper.

I grab her waist and groan into her mouth, sucking, licking, taking.

Taking.

Taking.

Giving her just as much.

When she breaks the kiss, we’re both panting. She leans her forehead against mine. “I need these jeans off. Please tell me there’s a condom in your pocket.”

I smirk. “Do you think there’s a chance in hell I didn’t have a condom on me when you stepped out of that elevator?”

She smiles. It lights up her face. It lights up the entire room. “How many you got in there?” She pats my pocket as she scoots back.

“A row of them,” I tease. I think I have three.

She shoves to standing. “Off,” she orders.

I stand, shrug out of my jeans and briefs, and roll one of the condoms down my dick. When I sit, she climbs back over me like a monkey, plastering herself to my chest, rubbing her pussy against my shaft.

I grip her hips and groan. “Are you going to fuck me with that plug in your ass, baby?”

“I was thinking about it.” She grins. “I bet it will feel good.”

“I bet it will feel good for me, too.” I lift her waist so that my dick lines up with her entrance and lower her down over me.

She grabs my shoulders, tips her head back, and arches her breasts toward my face. Fuck me.

When she’s fully seated, we’re both panting.

“Damn, that feels good,” I mutter.

She tilts her hips back and forth. “So good. So full.” She braces herself with her feet next to my thighs and lifts, slamming back down hard.

I groan louder. If she keeps this up, I’m going to come too fast. I’ve jerked off plenty of times in the past two weeks, but nothing took the edge off. I need this. I need her.

“Dane…” She rocks against me again, grinding her little clit.

“Make yourself come, baby. I want to feel your pussy milking my cock.” I slide my hand up to cup her breasts and flick my thumbs over her swollen nipples.

“Yesss…” she hisses. She likes it when I play with her nipples. She lifts up again and drops back down fast, angling forward. “Pinch them,” she begs.

I grip her nipples and give them a pull and a twist.

Her moans fill the room, making me harder. In order to hold off my own release, I have to grit my teeth. I focus on Paige and her pleasure. I want her to come wrapped around me before I let myself go.

She’s so fucking sexy when she’s on top, controlling the speed and angle. The expressions that keep changing on her face are precious. Finally, she freezes. A few seconds tick by, and then she moans low and deep and long.

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