I inhaled her, my nose pressed down on her clit. She was so wet. My tongue lapped at her, and her legs opened wider for me as if inviting me to have my fill. “Even in your sleep, you’re a little whore, aren’t you, Princess?”

Her cream invaded my mouth, sweet, salty, and distinctly Devlynn. I wanted her to gush on my face, drowning me and allowing me to get my fill of her. I inserted two fingers in her sweet fuck hole, curling my fingers to hit her g-spot. Her hips rose, but she remained sound asleep. “Always a horny slut, aren’t you, Princess?”

I gripped my cock and rubbed my pre-cum on her soaking wet cunt. Slowly, I pushed into her tight pussy and hissed. Fucking heaven. It was wild being this depraved and fucked up but knowing you’d entered the pearly gates to heaven. “You’ve made me a madman, Devlynn. I’ll never tire of you, baby. Never.”

Latching onto her nipple, I bit down, and she bolted up as I came deep inside her sweet cunt. “Thatta girl. Scream for Daddy. Let him know how much you love being fucked like my cum dump.”

She sighed. “We can’t keep being this irresponsible. I'm not on the pill.”

“I hope the baby looks like you.” I pulled out of her, working my way down to her pussy. I spread her legs, opening up her cunt for my view. “Look how pretty your pussy looks with my cum leaking out of it.” I pushed the cum back in with my index finger before removing it and licking it clean.

“Oh god. I don’t remember you being this filthy.”

I finger fucked her again and spread our cum on her lips. “I think this is the only lipstick you should wear going forward. I like the idea of any guy sniffing around you smelling my spunk.”

“Like a dog marking its territory.”

I chuckled. “Something like that.” My hands twisted in her hair as I pulled her head back and kissed her mouth. “Now, let’s get in the shower and fuck some more. Who knows if I’ll be a free man by this time next week.”

“I know the best lawyer in Manhattan. You’ll be fine.”

“I don’t want you pulling strings for me, Devlynn.”

She nodded and wrapped her limbs around me. “We can worry about that later. Right now, I’d like another orgasm, please. One where I’m awake.”

Chapter 20

Elis

“Elis Brooks,” the bailiff called.

I stood, my eyes on the judge.

“Sebastian Vaughn for the defendant, Your Honor,” a tall, older man interjected, appearing out of nowhere at my shoulder.

Annoyance radiated through me. I’d told Devlynn I didn’t want her help—my integrity was now in parallel because I had money to get me out of a jam. I was a fucking hypocrite.