Calamity Rayne Knocked Up Read Online Lydia Michaels

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Erotic Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 87990 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
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“You have to delete that picture, Hale.”

“Not a chance.”

“Hale.”

“It’s still Mr. Davenport.” He held out a hand and helped me off the floor.

“Mr. Davenport, I think your wife will murder you if you don’t delete those pictures.”

He walked me to the bed and turned me to face the mattress. Mr. Davenport seemed to be on a bit of a power trip. Totally my fault. “We can discuss it later.” He nudged my feet apart and pressed me forward, lowering my upper body to the satin coverlet. “Hands behind your back.”

Rolling my eyes, I did as he said. I’d delete the pictures after he fell asleep.

“Is your ass sore?” His fingers scraped over what I was sure was a red hand print.

“Yes.” I yelped when he slapped my butt again.

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, sir.”

The shutter sound of his phone sounded, and I looked back in outrage.

“Hale!”

He pinned me down with one firm hand at my back. “Look how sexy you are. Tell me you wouldn’t want a picture.”

Well, he had a point. The photo he took was fucking hot.

He swiped his thumb. “This one’s my favorite—so wet and swollen and pink.”

Damn, my ass looked fine from that angle.

He tossed the phone onto the bed. “I’m going to fuck you so hard tonight you’ll still feel me inside of you tomorrow. That’s what bad girls get when they don’t do their homework.”

Were we still doing that? “I’m sorry, sir.”

“You will be.” He stripped off his clothes and his thighs brushed mine. Yanking my hips back so my body folded over the edge of the four-poster bed, he positioned himself at my entrance and then nudged inside.

My breath hitched as he stretched me. Hale was always a tight fit, but my body adjusted once he was seated to the hilt.

“Feel how wet you are for me. You love sucking my cock, don’t you, baby?”

I moaned, my mind entering a soft subspace of pleasure where it became difficult to think or talk. “Yes, baby.”

He thrust forward, and the bed creaked. Sometimes he’d move fast and other times he’d slide out slowly, stroking along my channel to drag out the pleasure. When he pressed all the way in, he’d sometimes hold himself there, his hand planted on my back to make it perfectly clear who was in control. But he never hurt me or pushed my body too far. No matter how wild he got, he always made sure I was comfortable and okay with what he was doing.

He leaned down and bit my shoulder then he whispered, “Do you remember my promise? I’m going to fuck your tight little pussy until cum’s dripping down your thighs. Is that what you want?”

“Yes, sir.” That was all the permission he needed.

Hale went wild, plowing into me like a primal animal. He used my body like it belonged to him, which, in a way, it did. I was his greatest treasure and he handled me with such care, knowing exactly where my limits were and how far he could push me along that hazy edge of pleasure and pain.

He fucked me so many times I lost count. And when he was finally finished, he’d kept his word. My body trembled under a mixture of his release and mine as cum dripped from my weak thighs.

I was spent. Every muscle in my body had been worked until I could hardly move.

“Don’t fall asleep yet, baby.”

I barely roused when he lifted me to his bare chest and carried me from the bedroom. The soft scent of lavender filled the steamy air as we entered the bathroom. I must have dozed long enough for him to fill the bathtub.

“I’ve got you.” Holding me close, he lowered us into the warm water, and I sighed at the soothing heat. “Just relax and let me take care of you.”

With my head resting on his shoulder, I drifted in and out of sleep as he gently washed my body. Once I was clean, he wrapped me in a thick robe and carried me back to bed.

His lips pressed to my forehead. “You get an A-plus, baby. Now, get some sleep.”

I moaned and smiled, too exhausted to form words or open my eyes.

Hale chuckled and kissed my forehead one last time. “I love you, Rayne. So much.”

God, I loved him too. More than words could say.

Have you heard the one about the doctor and the giant dildo?

“Ihave a surprise for you.”

I looked up from my toes and a glob of polish landed on my phone where I was watching TikToks. “Shit. Hand me a tissue.”

Hale pulled two tissues form the box. “Why don’t you have them do that for you downstairs at the salon.”

“Because I like the challenge, and it feels nostalgic to do poor people things for myself from time to time.”

“I’d hardly call painting your nails poor people things.”


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