Page 22 of Paid With Innocence

I feel wicked as I pound her. I feel like a king.

Mine…all MINE.

Being inside her is heaven. Each stroke causes a pressure to rise inside of me. Each heartbeat drums stronger. Each breath is heavier.

I’ll never get enough of her.

“I’m already close,” I admit, sucking her earlobe as I whisper my confession. “You have no idea what you do to me.”

“You like it?” she asks, biting her lower lip as I pick up the pace.

Her palms are pressed against the shower wall as the water rains down on us. I reach between her legs and find her clit with my middle finger. Her whole body jolts as I apply pressure.

“Like doesn’t even begin to describe it,” I growl. “Come with me, princess.”

She nods eagerly. “Yes, Daddy.”

I’m leaking cum already. I grind hard, rutting inside her. She moans with pleasure, and that’s when I start to circle her button, adjusting the pressure so her mouth falls open and her breath catches.

“I’m going to fuck you in every room of this house, princess. Now take my cum.”

She obeys, grinding back against me, taking the pleasure she deserves. She cries out but clasps her lips tight, muffling the sound.

“Be as loud as you want, baby. This is your home now. Our home.”

Megan’s moans echo off the shower walls, and I feel my cock swell inside her. I’m right on the edge. And from the way her body is tense against mine, so is she. I press two fingers against her clit and watch as the orgasm hits her. She’s so gorgeous when she comes. And seeing it sends me over with her. I sink my cock fully inside her, emptying my balls, filling her with my seed.

If you weren’t pregnant already, princess, you are now.

My chest heaves against her slick back. I’m panting like I’ve just been practicing sprints. We draw deep breaths together, and I remain locked inside her, my cock still hard as steel.

“I never want to pull out, angel. I want to just stay in you forever.”

“Can’t you?” she giggles.

“If only.” I kiss her like a man kisses his wife. Soon there will be a ring on her finger. “Let’s actually shower now. I have somewhere to take you.”

Megan looks back at me, her eyes so sweet. “Orson, you’ve already bought me so many clothes—”

“Not clothes, sweetheart,” I tell her. “Something better. Much better.”

When we pull up in front of the gallery, Megan’s face nearly falls off. She looks over at me like she’s either about to scream or cry.

“Orson! What are we doing here?”

“What do you mean?” I reply, playing it off. “You like art, don’t you?”

She grabs my wrist before I can get out of the car. “Orson, this is Julie Spencer’s gallery. This is the art gallery. Highly exclusive. Every artist knows about this place—”

“And I know the owner.” I smile, caressing her cheek with the back of my hand. “Come on. I’ll give you a tour.”

Her grip on my wrist softens. Grinning, I step out of the car and watch as she smooths her dress and gets out with me. She’s wearing a gorgeous blue dress, one of the ones I bought her yesterday. She’s even getting better walking in heels. Personally, I just like to watch her try. I don’t care if she’s got it down like a runway model. It’s all her tiny little quirks and tics that make me love her more.

Plus, if she trips, that just means I get to catch her. And that means touching her more.

I keep my eyes on her as I open the door.

This is it. The moment of truth. And when Megan sees the surprise I’ve arranged for her, she freezes. Her jaw drops, and I have to wrap my arm around her waist to keep her from falling.