Page 62 of Dirty Heirs

Aiden was good at giving head. He could deep-throat a cock better than any man or woman. I felt the intensity of my orgasm building in my balls. But I didn’t want to come like this. So I yanked his head up, already missing the loss of his mouth, especially when I was so close to coming.

I sat up and flipped Ella onto her back, sliding between her thighs. “Fuck me,” I said to Aiden. “While I fuck Ella.”

“Yeah?” I could practically hear the smirk forming on his pretty lips. “You sure about this?”

“I have never been more sure of anything in my life.”

I slammed my cock into the daughter of my enemy, consumed by her screams. This time, I didn’t make love to her. Not like I was that gentle before. I wanted to drown myself in the sweet scent of her pussy. I got high off each whimper slipping past her beautiful lips.

Behind me, Aiden coated his finger with lube and braced his hand on my lower back. I could tell he was nervous about fucking a man. This was a first for both of us. I talked a lot of shit, but when it came down to it, I wasn’t that much of a whore. Sure, I fucked plenty of women but could never work up the courage with men.

The moment never felt right.

I slowed my pace the second Aiden plunged his finger into his ass. You’d never know Aiden hadn’t done this before. He was so skilled in bed that everything came naturally to him. Like me. I just knew what to do and how to make someone scream. I listened to their moans and watched how their bodies responded to me.

“You ready, Pretty Boy?” Aiden bent down to suck on my earlobe, pumping two fingers into my ass.

“Fuck me, “I grunted.

My grunt quickly transformed into a moan when he replaced his fingers with his fat cock. Aiden was close in size to me but slightly bigger. Maybe around ten inches or so and thick as fuck. He slowly inched into my tight hole, the burning sensation spreading throughout my body as he moved. But fuck, it felt so damn good.

“Relax for me.” Aiden gripped my shoulder and pushed me onto Ella’s chest. “Fuck our girl.” He sucked on my earlobe. “Make her feel good.” Another lick. “And I’ll take real good care of you.”

Bent over Ella, with my hands on each side of her head, I finally started moving again. She looked into my eyes, her pretty lips parted. Aiden latched onto my shoulder, his sweaty chest rubbing against my back. Once my body relaxed, he took this as a sign to move faster. He fucked me harder, but after years of preparation, I could handle him. I’d been fucking my ass with a dildo since freshman year. Although, nothing was like the real thing.

Aiden thrust into me, his grunts matching Ella’s moans. He wrapped his fingers around my throat and dragged his teeth across my neck. “Fuck, Pretty Boy,” he mumbled, drunk on the orgasm. “Your ass is so tight. Fuck. You feel so good.”

“Sonny,” Ella whimpered, her pussy gripping my cock like a vise. “Aiden. Oh, fuck.” Her eyes closed seconds before she said, “I’m coming.”

Once again, the force of her orgasm coated my cock, helping me race to the finish line. I came next, my legs shaking so badly that Aiden held me as I came inside Ella. Aiden was right behind me, arms wrapped around me and chasing his orgasm until he spilled the last drop into the condom.

For the first time in my life, I was truly happy. It wasn’t the kind of artificial happiness I got from playing football and winning games. This was something different and… unexpected.

We collapsed onto the bed with Ella, each claiming a side.

With our girl between us, Aiden stared at me and linked our fingers together, resting our hands on her stomach.

Ella stared at the ceiling and blew out a deep breath. “Oh my God. That was…”

“Yeah,” Aiden agreed. “That was fucking awesome.”

I laid my head on the pillow and kissed her cheek. “You’re such a good girl, El. I wish we had more time together.”

She didn’t respond at first and sucked in a sharp breath of air. “Me too,” she muttered after a while. “This was always too good to be true.”

“For people like us, yeah.” I pushed the hair away from her forehead and kissed her skin. “If things were different between our families.”

She sighed. “I knew this was temporary. It’s okay. I’m a big girl. I can handle the rejection. I’ve been dealing with it my entire life.”

“We’ll find a way to fix this,” Aiden said, though he could not make good on his promise.

“Nothing will change our fathers… and grandfathers minds.”

He didn’t comment. What was the point in lying to Ella and ourselves? I knew what awaited me at home—an angry father who would bend me to his will. I didn’t get complete control of my trust fund for another eight years, and until then, I was at his mercy.

So I kissed Ella, hanging onto these last moments of bliss. She moaned into my mouth and pulled away to grab Aiden by his neck. Then the three of us were kissing. We kissed and fucked, trying to block out the painful truth. Because once we woke up, this was all over.

After Aiden dropped me off at the marina, I drove home to see what nightmare awaited me. And as expected, my father sat on the sitting room couch with a glass of scotch. It wasn’t even noon, and by the looks of his messy blond hair, he hadn’t slept. Dark circles ringed his eyes. He wore the same suit from last night, the white dress shirt untucked.

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