Page 24 of Defiant Devotion

I kissed him harder, cutting off his questions. It was obvious what I wanted. I wanted him. Unlike the last time I’d been with him so spontaneously, I wouldn’t be the meek virgin.

I recalled the thickness of his cock, in my mouth and deep in my pussy. After I unzipped him and reached into his pants, I wrapped my fingers around that generous girth again.

I remembered the rough friction of his callused hands on my breasts and nipples. Once I yanked at my shirt and encouraged him to get it off me, I moaned at the greedy grip of his hands groping me there again.

My panties were damp, sticky with cream as he aroused me faster and faster. In the back of my mind, I worried whether this could be good for the baby.Ourbaby. The one I had no desire to tell him about when he was going to act like we were strangers. He hadn’t noticed my small baby bump and I wasn’t about to point it out now.

Too many things remained complicated between us.

But as we shed our clothes, moaning and grabbing for each other in a hurry to fuck, none of it could matter anyway. Reuniting likethis, as one, was more important. I needed this man in deep, primal ways I couldn’t begin to understand.

Naked and shivering under his heated stare, I waited for him to move me toward the chair, the only piece of furniture in the room. He didn’t, though. Instead, as he stood there within my reach, his dick jutting out and pointing at me, he raked his hot gaze over me like he wanted to commit me to memory.

He’d done that before, too. That one night, he’d watched me like he never wanted to forget me.

But he had. Or he was pretending to.

“Please,” I begged, anxious to stop thinking, stop worrying and just fuck.

After letting out a deep growl of need, he smiled and advanced toward me. He didn’t lift me up. Swiftly gripping my arm and spinning me, he urged me to face away from him.

“Please what?” he teased. Kissing my cheek, he leaned over me as he guided my hands to rest on the top of the lone chair. This position had me bending over in front of him, which seemed to be his intention all along.

With my ass in the air, his hard thighs braced behind mine, I was all his for the taking.

“Please. Fuck me.”

Fuck me, Ben.

If he was going to act like he didn’t know me, I’d do the same. All that mattered was the relief he’d grant me with a hard fuck like before.

“Like this?” he asked, lining up his cockhead at my entrance. Slick and slippery from my arousal, I welcomed the bulbous tip in.

I groaned, giddy and hungry to feel the full stretch of him sliding in and rubbing along my inner walls. I wanted to feel stuffed with his hard shaft. I needed that breath-stealing awe of pressure.

“Yeah,” I replied breathily, ready to whine if he wanted me to. “Please.”

Setting his hands on my hips, he held me in place to thrust every inch of his thick cock deep inside me. He growled filthy sounds of need as he seated himself, and the naughty noises of pure satisfaction made this all the more hotter.

“Oh, God…” I moaned, uncaring whether anyone heard. Whether anyone found me.

My baby daddy had. This rugged man who wasn’t just aone-night stand had stumbled upon me again.

As he pulled back and then rammed back in, driving his dick all the way in, I closed my eyes and let all the sensations overwhelm me.

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BEN

She doesn’t know who I am.

I gritted my teeth, staring at her wet entrance as I reared back. Watching my dick reappear, glistening wet with her cream, was nearly my undoing.

Her pussy felt the same. Tight. Hot. Slick. And just fucking perfect, as though she were made for me alone.

Sonya pushed her ass back, meeting me thrust for thrust.

“Fuck, yeah,” I muttered, out of breath but loving every torrid second of our second tryst. “Fuck.”

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