Page 93 of Sinning for Santa

I speed up my thrusts again, letting her feel the fullness from both sides. I gather more saliva in my mouth and drop it to her arse, rubbing it in with a second finger, and the moment I slide my index finger inside her arse to join the other, she comes hard.

“Fuck, yes,” I moan, feeling my nuts tighten as heat engulfs me, her walls doing what they do so fucking well, milking me, shooting pleasure through my entire body as I fill her with cum.

I still, balls deep inside her, letting each spurt go, hoping it will give me what I want.

And fuck, Ihave no idea why I want this, to impregnate her, but I fucking do. I’ve never wanted anything more.

When my hearing returns, the sounds of our panting breaths fill the room, and I collapse over her, peppering the back of her neck with kisses I never give to any other women.

“Why did you do that?” Jaxcen asks, her voice husky, and out of breath.

“Did you not like it, little mouse?” I ask against her ear, just another part of her I can’t fucking get enough of, before I push myself up and slip free, rolling her onto her back, still on my desk.

“You know I did,” she admits, her big blue gaze coming to mine now that she can see me. “But why did you do that after…”

Her frown is etched with confusion as she trails off, and I’m not sure if it’s from whatever is going through her head, or the fact I’ve just lifted her legs up to rest her knees over my shoulders.

“After what?” I urge, and she blinks a few times, as if coming out of a trance.

“I just slapped you. Told you I want to leave. And in response, you made me come and…”

“And fucked you?”

“Yes,” she breathes, her cheeks so red and flushed from the three orgasms I gave her just minutes ago.

“I was just showing you why you should stay.” I wag my brows, and she rolls her eyes.

“You only want me to stay so you can fuck me,” she quips, and I don’t fucking like her tone, or her meaning. Like she’s just another fucking notch.

Three days ago, I would never have imagined the last forty-eight hours, but they’ve happened, and I’m not stupid enough to keep denying how she makes me feel.

Fucking alive.

“No, little mouse. I want you to stay so I can worship you.”

My eyes fall to her exposed pussy, my cum glistening on her folds, a few drizzles oozing free.

“Well, that won’tdo,” I mutter, scooping the trails of white jizz up with my fingers, and forcing it back inside her.

“Hey.” She tries to squirm away. “What are you doing?”

I lift a brow at her. Did she not hear anything I said last night?

“I’m making sure my cum doesn’t leak out.” I deadpan and her eyes widen.

“You can’t be serious, Devon. You don’t want to get me pregnant.”

“Why wouldn’t I?”

“For one, we don’t know each other. We can’t have a child together if we don’t know one another. Plus, I can’t stay. I have to leave.”

This time I roll my eyes, my hands running up and down her bare thighs.

“Why, to save Eddie?”

“No,” she whispers, her eyes falling from mine with shame. “I’m sorry I slapped you. I don’t know why I did that.”

I sigh, reaching forward and hooking my finger under her chin, forcing her to look at me again. “You did that because you’re feeling trapped.”

---