Page 10 of The Un-Apparent Heir

“I think it’s best for both of us that I go to sleep right now.”

“I disagree,” Winston hopped onto the bed next to her.

He moved her a lot more than she did him. Sometimes, Lucy forgot the sheer size of Winston until she spotted a photo of them or had to cart around his massive, oversized offspring.

“Winston, the day isn’t your fault. I’m just in a mood and?—”

“I’m sorry,” Winston said. “I didn’t realise you felt so uncared for. It was never my intention. I never want you to feel left out, Lulu. I must admit I have been distracted, but it’s not my intent to ignore you or pressure you into popping out another kid.”

“You want one?—”

“I do. I can wait, okay? It’s your decision ultimately. I will drop the issue until further notice.”

“Thank you,” Lucy was surprised by his contrition.

“And I never want you to think I don’t want you. I do. I’m knackered, but?—”

“I don’t want us to be those people who go through the motions, Tony. That’s where I’m at, okay?”

“Scale of 1 to 10, how much do you want to get off right now?”

“I’m not?—”

“I asked you a question, Lucy.”

She let out a long, tortured sigh. Winston expected an answer.

“It’s like a twelve, but I want it to be worth the wait if I’m already there,” Lucy admitted.

“Okay, well, I’m not suggesting I power through and half-heartedly shag you,” Winston said.

He kissed Lucy slowly, in a way that reminded her she was human. She’d wanted this for ages. It was no perfunctory kiss. It was a sweet, longing, wanting kiss: perfection. She melted, wanting him more. She knew he wasn’t suggesting theydoanything, though. She was dying for something. She tried not to think about it. Then, Winston’s hand filtered down her body and into the waistband of her leggings and panties.

Lucy pulled back. “You don’t?—”

Winston kissed her again, ignoring her half-hearted protest. He slid his hand down until his fingers played with her clitoris. He’d play with it a bit, circle, slowly pull away, go back, and dip his fingers inside. Lucy gasped, her head pressing into the pillows. She moaned.

Winston looked at her as he tickled the spot that would bring her the biggest wave of pleasure. He read her so well. Going in for the kill, he wasted no time. She had even less patience.

“You still don’t believe me?” Winston asked.

Lucy choked out, “No. Just don’t stop.”

Winston didn’t stop. He brought her to the point of no return. Lucy shrieked, gripping onto the duvet for dear life. It was like a bomb went off. She panted and looked over at Winston, who smiled. He was quite satisfied.

“Good?” Winston asked.

Lucy was at a loss for words, so she nodded.

“I hate to break it to you, but I think your knickers are a lost cause.”

It was almost guaranteed that she would squirt when Winston finished Lucy off like that. Ages ago, Lucy feared she was broken or an oddity. She realised it was a superpower that led to a massive orgasm. Winston was the only man who managed to make her cum like that.

“That’s okay,” Lucy said. “I packed a few more pairs.”

He chuckled.

“You want to fuck me?” Lucy asked.

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