Page 11 of Undecided Heiress

“And you promise we’ll actually date? You won’t ask that I move in or marry you the moment we wake up?”

He kisses my forehead and holds me tighter. “Of course. But you need to make a choice so we can end all of this nonsense.”

I mull it over for a moment and chuckle softly, “Fuck it.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

I tilt my chin, resting it on his chest. “It means we should let your brother marry Eliza, and the author will have to put out a third edition. So, if we don’t have a wedding to get to—” James lifts me onto the vanity, standing between my legs. “I’ve read this book; it’s a good one.”

“And what happens in that story?” He cups the back of my neck, resting his thumb on my cheek. “Do they live happily ever after?”

“Yes, my James, they live happily ever after.”

He leans in and kisses me sweetly, different from any of the kisses we’ve shared. His lips are warm and inviting me to claim them as mine. As I slip my tongue into his mouth, a growl erupts from his chest, vibrating against me. Kissing James is unlike kissing any other man. He shrugs off his jacket, and what started as sweet and sensual is quickly becoming ravenous. As I reach for his trousers, he swats my hand away and murmurs, “You don’t get to touch me until I’ve made you come twice. Is that understood?” I nod, not breaking our kiss, and he smiles against my lips.

Wrapping my legs tighter around his waist, he lifts me from the vanity and dumps me onto the bed, but quickly, he turns me and pulls my ass into the air until I’m on my knees and elbows. I hate not seeing what he’s doing; the dress has too many layers so I can hardly see over all of it as he gathers it around my waist. Palming my ass, he whispers, “So fucking beautiful.”

My emotions are on high alert as he moves his hands up my back, pressing my chest into the mattress, then returns behind me. I jolt at the sensation of his tongue licking up my seam and swirling around my entrance. A string of swear words escapes me as he slips two fingers into my wet cunt. Hardly able to catch my breath as he slowly curls his fingers three times, I gasp when he pulls them out and drags them up to my ass, his middle finger testing my asshole.

“What are you doing?” I pant, my clit all but screaming for attention.

“I’m enjoying seeing you squirm.”

James continues his torture, then finally puts me out of my misery, circling my clit with this tongue and sucking hard with his finger two knuckles into my ass. A string of memories that aren’t my own dance behind my eyes—walking along the Thames, dancing under the stars, reading books while cuddling on the couch, and James on one knee in a large courtyard. I scream into the bed, gripping the eiderdown as my orgasm washes over me.

“James,” I breathe, “what’s happening?” My heart refuses to slow.

“You came all over my face,” he replies matter-of-factly.

Did he not experience that faux highlight reel?

As I catch my breath, he helps me out of my dress and whispers, “I’m not done with you yet.”

James

After washing my hands at the basin with an imported bar of soap by the window, I return to my goddess, naked and ready for me on the bed. I slip out of my clothes and flip her onto her back, putting Anna’s perfect tits on display for me. She lets out a small laugh, and I pull out the pins from her hair. It fans above her head, managing to make her impossibly more beautiful.

Climbing on top of her, I glide the length of my cock across her clit, eliciting a moan from both of us. I may have implied that I don’t love her, but it couldn’t be further from the truth. With each moment I spend with her, I fall harder.

I press inside her wet, tight cunt, only an inch, and whisper, “The river is beautiful at sunset, isn’t it?”

Her eyes widen, and I push in another inch. “You saw it too?”

“What book were you reading?”

With a shake of her head, she doesn’t look away as she replies honestly, “I don’t know. What about you?”

“Neither do I.” Thrusting in to the hilt, her back arches against me, and I lean in to kiss her throat.

Anna wraps her arms and legs around me as I fuck her slow and deep, savouring each and every movement. Visions of a life with her hit me again—memories of events that never happened. I can’t make sense of it, but at this point, who would want to? I’m here, buried inside this beautiful woman, making my own story a reality. In no world would I want to trade that for some novel no one has read.

I keep the same pace, but my feisty vixen has other plans. In an instant, I’m rolled onto my back, her hands bracing herself on my chest. Gripping her hips, I help lift her off my cock, and pull her back down as I thrust inside her. Anna throws her head back, her gasps and moans getting louder and quicker.

“I thought you said I come twice before I get your cock?” she teases breathlessly.

Sliding my hand up her chest, I grip her throat and brush her lips with mine. “You’re right. You should get off me. I’m a man of my word.” My fingers tighten on the sides, being rewarded with a delicious whimper from her. “Or would you rather come while I’m deep inside you?”

She answers by grinding further onto my cock, and it’s nearly my undoing. I hold back as long as I can until her breathing picks up, and I swallow her screams. As she soaks my cock and the bed beneath us, her pussy pulses around me. I continue to drive up into her until I’m coming harder than I can recall in recent memory, spilling every last drop inside her.

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