Page 87 of Sinning for Santa

I should be scared, but how can I when those dark eyes meet mine again, devouring me with a look of what I can only attribute to worship.

Worship.

This is a whole different kind of worship than I’m used to, and I don’t want it to stop.

Ever.

“Fuck, Jax. Look how full you are,” Devon rasps, his eyes going to my exposed flesh. To the place no one has stared at like this before.

It’s utterly filthy, yet as he once again keeps forcing this seed back into me when it overflows, all I feel is more aroused.

“Dev,” I pant lazily, my lids heavy with exhaustion, yet my libido already ignited and ready to go once again. This can’t be normal. “What are you doing to me?”

“I already told you, little mouse. Making sure your body takes all of my cum.”

I shake my head, watching him watch me through the fan of my lashes. “No. I don’t mean that,” I practically whisper, my words slurring a little.

“Thenwhat do you mean?” he asks before gliding his fingers through my utterly soaked folds.

“I mean…” My eyelids flutter closed, as I speak. “What are you doingtome?”

I’m not making any sense, but when I feel him move over me and his lips press to my ear, a shiver ripples up my spine as his words register.

“I’m waking you up, little mouse. I’m introducing you to your desires.” He nips at my lobe. “I’m showing you it’s okay to explore them, and as long as you trust who you’re doing them with, nothing bad will happen.”

“Do I trust you?” I ask, a little confused as I try to force my lids open, the heat of his breath against my ear has me warming from the inside out, keeping me wanting.

“Not only do you trust me, little mouse, but right now, you trust yourself.”

My eyes shoot open at his words, tears pricking them at how hard his words hit, because trusting myself has been hard to come by since I got sent away as a child.

Devon doesn’t let me think any more about it though, his lips claiming mine in a kiss that would bring me to my knees if I were standing.

It’s slow and sensual. The way his lips nibble and nip, the way his tongue explores every inch of my mouth feels like a claiming, and I never want him to stop.

This time, when he fucks me, it’s unhurried, his leisurely pace making it feel like he’s savouring each graze of his fingers and each stroke of his dick as he stretches me wide again.

It’s sloppy. There’s barely any room left for his thick length given how much of his cum fills me, yet he pushes in, going slow, almost too slow, but when I come again, I can feel it build from deep in my core, and when it hits, it’s like a never ending tornado of pleasure rippling through every cell in my body.

Despite my awkward position, I’m so spent that I no longer feel it. I no longer feel anything. Even when Devon comes inside me again, all Ifeel is languid. Lax. Practically numb, and not in a bad way.

Right now, I feel so good. Better than I’ve ever felt, and I swear there’s a smirk on my lips as my eyes close, and the deep gravel of Devon’s voice lulls me as everything goes dark, and I succumb to a dreamless sound sleep.

When I wake, I’m wrapped in sheets so soft they feel like a cloud, and a scent so divine I want to bottle it up and keep it for all eternity.

Devon.

I can smell him everywhere around me, yet as I pry my eyes open to find myself back in his suite, in his bed, the man I’m searching for is nowhere in sight.

Slowly, I push myself up, the sheet falling to pool around my hips, revealing my full nakedness. Glancing down at myself, every ache in my body starts making itself known, and images flash through my mind from last night.

The chapel. The confessional. Devon’s belt around the back of my head. His dick in my mouth. The feeling like I was going to throw up each time he made me gag, and the way he looked almost drunk, heavy lids, a sexy smirk, so utterly wicked, as I watched him from my knees, knowing I was the one to make him so ravenous.

A lazy smile kicks up my lips, and I rake my hand through my hair, feeling the knotted mess.

I need a shower.

As I shift to slide out of the bed, I find a note sitting on the bedside table and pick it up to read it.

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