Page 90 of The Oath We Take

I feel his respect for me brush up against the desperate need he has as he follows my wishes. Slow and gentle, at first, as he fucks my mouth almost tenderly.

Then, his hips start to pick up speed.

“Jesus, Em. Don’t…fucking deserve…you.”

My jaw aches, my eyes water, and I don’t care about any of it, because there’s a pulsing in my clit that I can’t override. My control frays, wetness pools, and I drop my hand between my thighs.

I moan at the relief.

“Ah, yeah. Play with yourself,” Atom says with a grunt. “Stroke that clit for me. Work your pussy. But don’t come.”

I slide a finger between my lips and know it’s going to be hard to do as he says. I already feel the low vibration that says I’m close to an orgasm of my own.

I struggle to breathe, grabbing gulps of air as Atom withdraws. Saliva slides down my chin. I probably look like a hot mess but can’t bring myself to care. I’m lost in this moment with this man, exploring who we can be with one another.

“Wanna come over your tits, Nurse Deeks,” he says. “Can I use my hands?”

I nod and he withdraws, stroking his cock from balls to tip, before focusing more on the head.

“Feels like a waste,” he grunts. “Coming on you. Not in you.”

I must narrow my eyes in confusion.

“One day, I’m gonna pump this so far inside you, it’ll stay there for nine months.” He gasps in a breath. Then another.

A baby. He wants a baby with me. Despite the heat of the moment, I smile softly. “I want that too.”

“I want you knocked up so bad, Em. I wanna fuck you every day, come hard and deep, and stay there, plugging it in with my cock. And I want to fuck you from behind, holding on to your pregnant belly. Just the idea of it. Fuck—I’m gonna come.”

Long white streams spill from him, landing on my neck and over my chest, dripping from my breasts.

“Em. Fuck!”

The muscles in his neck go tight, his mouth open as his orgasm shakes through him.

“Suck it again,” he says breathlessly, offering his cock back to my lips, and I do as he commands, tasting the salty essence of him.

“Sweet baby Jesus, Nurse Deeks. That’s some mouth you’ve got.” He reaches toward my breast and scoops up some of the come spilled there. “And someday, when you’re ready. I’m gonna do this again, and finger fuck my cum deep inside you.”

Gently, he uses it to write the letter ‘A’ in the center of my forehead and grins. “Just fucking baptized you as mine. Stand up.”

He switches places with me, nudging me beneath the shower to rinse off, before he kneels in front of me. “Hands on the wall,” he says.

And it’s the only warning he gives me before he puts my leg over his shoulder and shows me just how goodhismouth is.

28

ATOM

It takes me a minute to realize that the ringing in my dream is actually my phone ringing in real life. And the ringtone belongs to one man only.

My president.

Ember is wrapped around me. I would have sworn I was a light sleeper who appreciated his own space. But being all up in Ember’s warmth and scent as she sleeps is a revelation.

My life as a rancher is about to get a whole lot harder, because I know I’m going to struggle to get out of bed for the rest of my life.

Her tits are smushed up against my chest, and my cock stirs at the thought of what we did in the shower.

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