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What breath I had left stuttered out of me at her filthy words. The man I used to be would have been scandalized by the thought, but the creature I was now? He was hard and already weeping at the possibilities.
“Well then, let’s make those dreams of yours come true. I won’t have it said that I don’t take care of my wife’s every need.”
Her tongue darted out to wet her lower lip.
“On your knees, Mrs. Gallagher. Before the altar. Clothing off, arse ready for my palm.”
Her cheeks went rosy at my use of the name, need flaring to life in her eyes. But without a second request from me, she pulled her sweater—no,mysweater—over her head and dropped it on the floor, baring her delectable breasts as if offering them up as her tithe.
“Sweet suffering Jesus,” I muttered under my breath, raking a hand through my hair as I forced myself not to lay her down and defile every inch of her right fecking now.
Then she slipped out of those flimsy little leggings she seemed so fond of, knickers going with them.
“I told you not to wear those any longer, Mrs. Gallagher.”
She blinked up at me, looking both innocent and oh-so-naughty all at once. My hands itched to punish her, if only to hear her sweet cries and watch the flood of arousal it would surely cause. My girl did love to be punished.
“I forgot, Father Gallagher.”
Gritting my teeth against the groan that swelled inside me, I palmed my aching cock and took a deep breath. “And you’re still not on your knees. My, my, you are a bad girl, aren’t you? One little proposal and you lose all your training. I’m going to have to start all over.”
She clenched her thighs, her breaths coming in shallow little pants. “Yes, Daddy.”
“Well... why are you still standing?”
Biting her lower lip and averting her gaze, she whispered, “It’s just... it’s hard to get on my knees like this.”
“Like what?”
Bringing her eyes to meet mine, she gave a soft sigh. “I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but I’m not as agile as I used to be.” She waved a hand at her rounded belly.
Understanding dawned, and I immediately felt like an insensitive arse. “Here, let me help you.”
I moved to her, cupping her cheek and feathering kisses over her forehead and eyelids as I held her close. And then I dropped my hand and tenderly rested it against the place where our child was safe and growing.
“Caleb,” she moaned, though I was barely touching her.
“You are the most beautiful creature I’ve ever seen. Looking at you like this gets me so fecking hard. All the time. I can’t believe I held off for as long as I did.”
“I’m huge.”
“You’re so tempting. You were gorgeous before, but now? God in heaven, Sunday, knowing I helped put that baby inside you makes me want to do it again and again.”
Tears misted her eyes, and she blinked a few times. “Well then... I don’t think there’s a whole lot we can do to make that happen right now. But we can practice if you want, so you’ll be ready next time.”
I grinned, taking her hand in mine, supporting her as she dropped to her knees. Fuck, I could smell her wet cunt, and my mouth watered. I wanted to feast on her until I made her squirt again. I needed to remind her that her changing body wasn’t anything she should be ashamed of. That it was such a turn-on I could barely keep myself contained.
But first. There was the matter of her punishment to see to.
“Palms on your thighs. Eyes on me.”
A devilish gleam sparked in her irises, but she did as I asked. Then, without taking my gaze from hers, I pulled out my stone-hard cock and placed the crown on her full lips. “Open.”
Her tongue darted out, sweeping over my leaking tip and collecting the pearl of liquid I couldn’t hide. A shiver tore through me at the wet heat of her mouth as she opened wide for me. She moved to grasp me with her hands, but I stopped her with my fingers in her hair.
“Don’t. You’re not in control here, Miss Fallon. You’re not sucking me off. I’m fucking your face. Now be a good girl and take it.” Just saying the words made my balls tighten and throb. I would spill myself all over her face here and now if I didn’t get a grip.
From the looks of things, Sunday was in a similar predicament. Her pupils were blown, her cheeks flushed, her fingers digging into the tops of her thighs as she fought against her need to touch me.
