Page 69 of The Heir

“Blaze,” I squirmed and panted.

It felt good. So good, but I was tingling with both pleasure and shame.

Once I managed to pry my eyes open, I watched myself gyrate back onto him for a moment, before I forced myself to huff, “Blaze, get your face out of my ass!”

I tried to shift my hips, and his laughter vibrated against my throbbing pussy as he slurped up the slobber and my juice.

“Fuck. Fuck!” I cried.

“This ass?” He trailed his tongue up and lifted his chin, lodging his mouth to my ass.

“Blaze!” I shrieked, while he sloppily rimmed.

That tongue of his was blessed, I didn’t even recognize the bug-eyed bitch in the mirror. She was shivering and writhing, even as I called his name over and over.

He wasn’t shy, either. Those tight, torturous circles and short stabs gave way to a full-on tongue fucking of my asshole. His hot, wet strokes twisted and explored every angle of me.

I stopped clutching the sink and reached back with one hand. He caught it, his fingers sliding between mine and giving a squeeze. Then his grip slid and he roughly secured my wrist and pinned it to my back.

Pleasure raced from my core to my clit in explosive waves as I violently came. I was half hoarse when I realized that pounding wasn’t me.

I collapsed against the sink, limp and somewhat confused to the distant banging in the living room.

“Fuck,” Blaze hissed, scrambling in that direction.

“Wait,” I called, but he was already gone, and my legs weren’t about to work anytime soon.

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Blaze

I rushed toward the door, recognizing that knocking anywhere. It was weighted, impatient, and full of authority. I knew before I got it opened, law enforcement was waiting on the other side. I just hadn’t expected it to be a slender, redheaded man in a blazer. A stitched-on badge listed him as a tech for the county.

“Blaze Aviston?” He squinted at me.

“Y-yeah?”

He raised a plastic bag with an ankle monitor in it and I groaned.

“I just got that damn thing off.”

He laughed, “Didn’t you read the conditions of your release?”

“I mean– yeah. Kind of, I was in a hurry. Come on in.” I opened the door wide.

He started in, but paused with the screen door half open, “No vicious animals?”

“Only my wife,” I dryly teased.

His eyes bugged and I laughed. “I’m kidding she’s tiny, come on in.”

“Blaze?” Marchella called from the back.

“There she is.” I hitched a thumb and sat on the sofa.

I knew she probably wanted me to come back there and tell her what was up, but I didn’t want to push my luck and make the guy nervous. It was obvious he already didn’t like my humor.

“I’m out here, March. It’s okay.”

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