Page 70 of The Heir

“Blaze and March, huh?” The man grinned, popping down onto one knee next to me.

“Mhm,” I confirmed.

“Those are some unique names.” He absently carried on a conversation while fitting the device to my ankle.

“Yeah. Hers is a nickname.”

“Just hers?” he asked, while giving it some kind of test.

“Yep. Blaze is my legal name.”

“Huh– I’d have pegged you for one of those biker assholes.”

Marchella snorted, and he lifted his gaze to the hallway door, where she was standing with nothing but a towel around her.

“Uh– Ma’am,” the man stammered, before quickly returning his attention to my ankle. “I’ll be out of your hair in just a minute. I didn’t realize you guys were– busy.”

“Well, we are. It’s our wedding night. So, should probably hurry the fuck up so I can ride and roar, or whatever it is you think we biker women do.”

The man’s hands shook and so did my shoulders, as I tried not to laugh.

“Alright, you said you just got this thing off?” He looked up at me while hurriedly putting his things away.

“Yep, Friday.”

“Do I need to go over the rules again?”

“Nope,” I shifted my head.

“Good enough. You folks have a good one.” He grabbed his tool bag and disappeared out the door without another word.

I dropped my head back and laughed, and March slapped the door shut behind him. She locked it and prowled toward me. The couch shifted subtly with her weight as she straddled my lap and slowly ground over me. My dick hadn’t softened any since our time in the back.

I bit my lip when the towel slid down, and she pressed her naked chest to mine and kissed my neck.

I ran my hands down her back, over the soft curve of her ass and pinned her to me, holding the heat of her cunt over the pulse in the head of my cock.

“My turn,” she whispered, nipping at my collar bone, and thrusting her ass back into my palms. I gripped and gave one side a slap that made her squeak and shoot back against my chest.

“You owe me a bath,” I reminded her, stealing any protest with a deep kiss.

She pointedly glanced down to the ankle monitor and I groaned.

“I win,” She triumphantly announced, giving a wiggle, and pulling against my grip in her hair until I knew her scalp had to be stinging. I let go and stared at the angel who spilled into the floor between my legs.

She wrapped her fingers into the top of my jeans and slid them toward the center, never taking her eyes off mine.

I let my ass slide down in the seat a little, to help her get them off my hips. Her nails teased up my thighs and she raised her ass off her heels and came in close. She stared at me like she’d never saw a man naked before and I wasn’t sure what to make of it. I ran my fingers through her hair, but she didn’t shift her attention. She was frowning at my cock like she was confused.

I laughed, unable to help it.

“Listen, I’ve heard stories of girls reacting all types of ways to being shown a dick, but I don’t know about this frowning shit.”

She laughed, and popped me lightly on the chest, “I didn’t mean to– I just– I thought it was pierced is all.”

“Pierced?” I repeated, glancing down at my cock, and absently stroking it. I strangled the never pierced head and held it out for her inspection. “Nah, I ain’t pierced. Why would you think–?”

She scrambled back to my lap and her arm weighed more heavily behind my neck than they ever had. Her mouth met mine and she sucked my lower lip into her mouth, silencing me. She reached down and stroked my cock while I still had ahold of it. Collecting my hand in hers she made me slow the pace while our eyes were locked.

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