Page 62 of Salacious Devotion

“Mmm. Yes.” She shudders. She’s been so sensitive for the last few days. Now that all the stress is behind us, she’s relaxing, enjoying my touch even more than three years ago. She spreads her legs and lifts her feet to wrap them around my waist. “Why are you hovering above me? I need your body against mine.”

I glance lower and see her pussy is bare and glistening. “My wife has such a greedy cunt.”

She moans as if she’s in the throes of passion when I haven’t done anything yet. “Very greedy. Take off your shorts. Let me see that cock.”

I lift off her and remove my shorts. “Legs wide, dirty girl,” I order.

She spreads them, and I finish unlacing the front of her lingerie. It wasn’t hiding anything, but when I spread it open, I still inhale sharply. She’s so fucking sexy, even sexier when she’s needy and obedient. Her eyes are glazed with lust. Rich brown eyes that are much prettier than the weird blue ones she had the day she first stepped out of that bathroom at Edge.

Her hair is growing out. When I asked her if she would go back to brunette, she quickly agreed. Apparently, maintaining the blond was a pain in the ass and damaging her hair.

Her tits are full and calling to me, so I lower my mouth and suckle one of the buds.

Paige winces.

I release her nipple. I can’t keep from grinning. I’ve tried hard to keep this odd secret I have, but it’s time to tell her. I’m honestly stunned by how long she’s gone without realizing it herself.

“Are your breasts sore, baby?” I ask as I nip at the tip of her swollen bud.

A hiss escapes her lips. Her fingers dig into my biceps. “I guess so. Weird.”

“Want to know what else is weird, baby?” I lift my face to look down at her.

Her brows furrow. “What?”

“You haven’t had a period since we got together.”

She holds the odd frown. “Huh. You’re right. I guess all the stress…”

“Yeah, I don’t think so.” I suck her breast again to make a point. I’m a smart guy. I googled this shit the first time she winced. Paige hasn’t noticed her tits have been sore for a week. I stopped being so rough with them several days ago, but still, this hasn’t occurred to her.

“Dane…?”

“Baby, you’re pregnant.” I grin because fuck this shit. I’m over the moon about this fucking secret I’ve had for days. We’re having the weirdest role reversal in the universe. I’m the one who realized she was pregnant, and I’ve been keeping it from her for far too long, waiting for her to figure it out on her own.

She gasps, eyes going wide. “That’s crazy. I’ve probably just missed a period with all the stress.”

“Nope. I’d bet my last dollar you’re pregnant.”

“But we’ve been careful. We use condoms.”

“We didn’t that first time. Remember?”

“But you pulled out. You came on my chest,” she argues. Her face is pale.

“Pulling out is not a good form of birth control. Surely you’re aware of that, baby,” I tease.

“But…” She glances down at her body. Her hands come to her tits. “Are they bigger?”

“Yes.”

She squeezes them. “They ache.”

“Yep.” She’s adorable.

She shoves at me and pushes to sitting.

I lean back on my ankles, letting her process all of this.

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