Page 73 of A Deceitful Pact

My cock presses hard against her as she leaks between my lips and when she starts making those same noises she does when she comes for me, I keep going. It tastes sweet, and although it takes some coaxing to draw it out of her, it’s every bit as good as I imagined it would be.

“Fuck, Riley, you need to taste this.” I let some drip onto my fingertip, and as I move it up to her lips, she pulls back.

“Come on, be a good girl and taste it for me, I promise you’ll like it.”

I wait for her to swallow her pride and nod before I slowly trail her lips with my finger. I figure she must like the taste too because when I pop it onto her mouth, she sucks it clean.

“There… aren’t you a good girl?” I tap the side of her cheek with my hand proudly. “Mygood girl. Look at how beautifully you’re growing my baby in there.” I circle my palm around her stomach. Now your tits are gettin’ all ripe and full too. You taste so fuckin’ good.” I push my jeans off my hips and take my dick in my hand. “You gonna take this cock like a good girl, too?” I start pulling it through my fist, letting it touch against her taut, swollen stomach.

She answers my question by pushing down her dungarees and panties to the floor and kicking them away.

“How do you want to do this?” She lowers her eyes to the obstacle between us and bites her lip.

“You wanna ride me? Let me see this pretty tummy bounce.”

Riley nods her head enthusiastically, then waits for me to get on the floor so she can steady her hand on my shoulder to straddle me.

“You okay?” I help her when she struggles a little to get on her knees, then taking hold of my cock again, I carefully steer it into her entrance. “Take it slow, baby, I wanna feel that pregnant pussy take every inch.” I rest my other hand on her belly as she steadily lowers herself over me.

“Fuck, that feels good.” She rests her hand back against my thigh to steady herself.

“This is the perfect fuckin’ angle, I wish you could see how hot you look right now.” I watch as she gyrates against me. “That’s right, baby, show me how much you like my big cock stretching you.” I can feel her walls tightening around me already. Being pregnant has made her so fuckin’ sensitive.

I take the weight of her bump in both my hands so she can ride me faster, and when I feel our baby stir against my palms, I reach my head forward so I can kiss the top of her stomach. “You feel her moving in there?” I ask as I start pumping her from underneath.

“Yes.” She nods her head, and looks ready to fuckin’ come.

“You gonna let me knock you up again?”

“Sawyer...” Riley shakes her head, as if she doesn't want to have the conversation.

“Answer me.” I grit the words through my teeth desperately. “Are you gonna let me knock you up again? Let me own this body, the way I do now.”

“Oh my god,” she pants, as her hands press over mine and she rides her orgasm out on my cock.

“Answer me, baby.” I won’t let her shy away from my question.

“Yes!” she screams as she reaches her climax, her fingers tensing over mine and her pussy dripping all over my cock.

“Good girl,” I whisper, as her arms move to steady herself on the floor and her body hovers over mine.

“No take backs.” I brush my fingers over the sides of her tummy and make her shiver, then, before she can put up a fight, I grip her hair and drag her mouth down to mine.

RILEY

Imust be daydreaming when I leave the grocery store because I bump straight into someone when I step out the door. Three apples fall out of my bag, and as they roll across the floor, I prepare to crouch down and get them.

“Apologies, let me get those for you.” I feel a strong hand on my shoulder, and looking up at the man standing in front of me, turns my blood instantly cold. I’ve never seen him in the flesh before, but he’s tall and intimidating, and his eyes are as dark and mean as they look in his pictures.

“Michael Gendry.” His name slips out of my mouth so quietly, but he hears it and sniggers as if it pleases him.

“It seems I need no introduction.” He lifts the Stetson off his head before bending to retrieve the apples, and after he straightens up and places them back in my bag, he dusts the cuff of his tailored suit. “Sheriff Hale, am I correct?” He furrows his brow.

“That's me.” I try not to sound nervous, but it’s not easy being face to face with the man you’ve set out to ruin.

“I’ve been meaning to apologize for the first impression you must have got of my sons.”

“Sorry?” I check I’m hearing him right as a chill shivers down my spine.

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