Page 86 of Sinning for Santa

“This is a joke right?” I screech, trying to sit up, but with the way my leg is tied to the stupid confessional, I can’t get the momentum.

“This isnojoke, little mouse. I said so before. I told you I might decide to send you back carrying my baby.”

Blood rushes past my ears, sounding as loud as thunder.

He’s joking. He has to be.

None of this is making sense.

“I thought you were just saying it to…”

I can feel my cheeks betray me the moment I try to say the words.

“To what?” he asks, gliding his fingers through his cum leaking from me, before he starts trying to push it back inside.

“What are you doing? Stop that.” I squirm.

“Tell me what you were going to say, little mouse. You thought I was saying it, to what?”

I roll my eyes in frustration, even as he keeps shoving his seed back inside me. “To turn me on.”

Chuckling, he shoots me another infuriating wink. “It worked didn’t it? You fucking loved it.”

Even though I did love it, I’m not going to admit it to this man, who has somehow scrambled my brain into not thinking at all and forgetting that he really has kidnapped me.

“Just imagine your fiancé’s face when I send you back not only with my cum running down your thigh, but when you tell him you’re pregnant. That the baby you carry was put there by your kidnapper.” His smirk is utterly wicked, and damn him, the way he keeps touching me is turning me on again. “Imagine Eddie’s face when you tell him your kidnapper made you come so many times that you begged for more.”

A whimper escapes me, and he circles my clit, the fire building quickly again.

“Why are you doing this?” I breathe.

“What? This?” He gestures his head to where he’s circling my clit again. “Or the part about sending you back carrying my baby?”

“Both,” I pant, hating the way he so easily controls my body.

“Well, Jax.” He draws out my name, obviously knowing how much I like hearing it roll off his tongue as he plays with my sensitive nub. “I’m doing this because I want to make you come again, so your needy little cunt sucks my swimmers in so deep, they won’t ever leak out.”

I gasp, even as he sinks two fingers inside me. “And the baby part, besides being a big fuck you to your prude of a fiancé,” he curls his fingers inside me, making my back arch and a moan escape my lips as he continues, “I want to know that when you go back to your life, and try to forget about me, you never will, because every time you look at the swell of your stomach, you’ll remember how fucking filthy we were together, and how fucking perfect it was.”

A strangled moan escapes me as his words do something to me I’m not prepared for, and once again I lose myself in the way this man plays my body like his own personal instrument, sending me over in another crashing orgasm.

“That’s it, beautiful. Take my cum deep.”

His voice is animalistic, and I’ve barely caught my breath when he shifts between my legs and eases his dick back in. The full feeling is something I didn’t expect to crave so much, but I can’t even tell him to stop. There’s no way my lips can conjure the word with how good the stretch feels.

Why do I want him so much?

That thought flutters away as he once again consumes me with every thrust, with every dirty word, with every touch of his hands as they roam my body like they own it.

And perhaps they do.

Perhaps I want them to.

The angle Devon is in, pistoning into me with my butt raised off the floor seems to hit differently than before, and another blinding climax rips through me, making me putty in his hands as he once again roars with his own release, throwing his head back.

Even through my daze, I stare at the veins running up his neck and how prominent they are in this moment, like there’s electricity running through his body.

Did I do that to him? Is it me, or just sex that makes him this way?

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