Page 71 of The Heir

I didn’t know not being pierced could please a woman so much, but I went with it. She lowered herself back to her knees, not taking our hands away and when she rolled our joined fists toward the base of my dick, her mouth followed.

She slid her hand away until only the web of my index and thumb was keeping her sweet lips from meeting my pelvis. It was like I’d dove into a pool of lava dick first. A strained curse left my lips, and I took several shallow, groaned breaths before I was sure I wasn’t going to come down her throat.

She scratched at my hips and stomach, while that blessed mouth of hers went to wrestling with my soul.

Shit, she could have it. That girl was trying to suck the prize right out of my balls.

“Goddamn it,” All I could do was huff curses and cry out her name while her cheeks devotedly gripped, and she stopped caring about what a slobbery, beautiful mess she was for me.

I snared her hair, as the urge to drill overwhelmed me and lured her back to my lap. She eagerly straddled me, and helped guide the tip to her pussy. Rather than let me in, she teased herself against me.

She writhed and rocked, her pussy painting my length with her liquor. Each swipe of her cunt over my cock sent a chill running through me. The promise of that heat, and the knowledge of what I was going to do to it left me gripping two handfuls of ass and bringing her down harder against it. She bit her lip and the rise and fall of her chest told me she was enjoying it as much as I was.

When her hips buckled, I jerked at her scalp.

“I didn’t say you were done, you better stop being stingy with that pussy.” I gripped it and rubbed, letting my hand grind and roll against her clit. She rocked back, and my fingers slid into the snug, warm confines of her cunt.

It felt just like I knew it would. My cock twitched and the pulse in its crown grew heavier.

“There you go.”

She moaned and her body glided against mine, her cunt swallowed my fingers, and her juices dripped down my hand. Her hips arched, and frantically rolled as she chased herpleasure. Desperate, needy sounds spilled from her with each ragged breath. I kept my fingers tangled in her hair but let her fuck herself while I watched.

“There’s my princess,” I scraped my cock over her clit and angled my fingers with each deep pass until she was screaming and rabid.

“Blaze!” she wailed, her hips feverishly flailing as I dodged that g-spot only to lay into it at other times. “Blaze, please…”

I rolled forward and rocked to my feet, taking her with me toward the bedroom.

“Blaze,” She flailed in my arms and thumped her fists at my shoulders.

I grabbed the right one and spun her around on the bed, pinning it against her back like those sheriffs liked to do me.

“We’re going to talk about your slap-happy antics, Princess.” I peppered her upturned ass with swats until she was dancing from leg to leg and twitching it back and forth. She alternated between laughter and tiny shrieks.

The way that sweet curve of hers jiggled, betraying itself only when she was turned upright like that. How could anyone not slap it? I grabbed and crudely massaged the bubble, spreading her wide.

“Leg up, Baby Cakes.” I ran a hand over that beautiful tattoo of hers and stepped into her, leaning down to kiss her shoulder.

She brought one leg up, and that ass blossomed before me.

I made a throaty sound of approval and reached down with the hand that wasn’t restraining her wrist to massage her from the back, giving her pussy a nice tight squeeze, and circling myfingers over her clit. It was glazed perfectly, so I smeared it around and dragged my fingers back to paint and stretch her entrance.

I grabbed my cock and painted the head of it in her nectar, teasing it up and down her pink flesh and eventually locking it against the hot promise of an entrance.

I loosened my hold on her wrist, not letting go, but making it obvious I would if I didn’t get the answer I wanted, “You want my dick, Princess?”

She moaned against a closed mouth and thrust her ass back at me.

“Nope,” I reached down to take it away and tapped her hole with the head of my dick like I was scolding her.

“You’re gonna learn how I like it. I like to hear your needy voice. You want to be daddy’s princess, or not? Tell me– Do you need to be fucked?”

Her head tilted back toward the sound of my voice, and she moaned, “I want it,” she whispered, her cheeks pink.

“This?” I asked, tapping her pussy and nudging the foot she still had on the floor, so she was left lewdly sprawled and angled.

She whined and I could feel her pussy quivering beneath the head of my cock.

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