Page 95 of The Un-Apparent Heir

“I will,” Lucy promised.

Fingers now slick, he gave full attention to her clit. His fingers went around and around in a delicious rhythm. She grew closer to orgasm with each stroke. He alternated in and out as her breath quickened—up and down from her clit in a way that made her entire body tingle. Then, he went straight to the place she forgot existed. He tickled her G-spot for what seemed all-too-brief and Lucy lost it, praying to an unknown deity as she took off like a rocket.

“Oh, God, Winston. Fuck! Fuck!”

She panted and stared, trying to regain composure. It was long-awaited with eight months of hell behind her, but she wanted it more than ever.

“See,” Winston kissed her neck. “You are perfect.”

“I can?—”

He stopped, pulled away and drifted south. She panicked.

“Winston, please don’t?—”

“Do you want me to do it? Because I would like to prove to you that you’re perfect, I’m not bothered, and I love you,” Winston said. “I won’t if you don’t want me to, but I want you running down my chin. That’s the level of deference I want to give you. I need that, Lucy, if you want it.”

It was hot. Lucy was nervous but wanted him to want her. If she called him off, he’d be frustrated. And, he was right, she missed this. He was very good at it.

“Fine,” Lucy said. “But if you are expecting me to reciprocate?—”

“There is no obligation other than for you to tell me if something hurts and I should stop,” Winston said. His fingers were inside her again.

Lucy gave over. “Then, if you insist…”

She lost her train of thought as Winston dove in. Between his mouth sucking her clitoris and his fingers working inside, she knew it wouldn’t be long before she came once more. She pulled his hair and pressed her hips towards him, grinding until she could feel herself on the edge. She climaxed.

“Oh, fuck. Yes! Yes! Don’t?—”

Words escaped her. She was a mess. Her legs twitched and she moaned, trying to come down from the amazing high. It was what she needed.

“Mummy!”

There was a noise that pulled them out of their lustful escape. Malcolm knocked.

“Mummy! I want a biscuit. I am hungry,” he whinged, rapping on the door.

“Mummy is napping,” Winston said. “I will be down to help in just a minute. Go back to the telly and I’ll be right back.”

“Fiiiiine,” Malcolm whined.

He ran like an elephant herd downstairs.

“Flip over,” Winston said.

“What?” Lucy asked.

“I’m going to cum on your arse. Just flip over.”

“Oh, okay,” Lucy agreed. “That’s naughty.”

“Just like you squirting all over my face.”

He spanked her, loudly and then took his moment. It wasn’t half bad. He hadn’t done this in ages. He didn’t ask for much assistance beyond the inspiration of her now-bare arse. He lusted for her. It didn’t take long before he came all over her. Lucy disliked cumshots generally, but it felt like the least she could do. She wasn’t much for bodily fluids, but he cleaned her up quickly.

Lucy flipped back over, admiring Winston.

He said, “Don’t go anywhere. I’ll be back after I deal with this request.”

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