Page 85 of The Heir

I slid my cock between her wet thighs and grabbed her hips as I slammed into her, mindful not to knock the bike over.

She whimpered on a loud, breathy exhale when I entered. She tried to grind, but I held her hips and gave it another stab that left me buried.

March cried out and bit back some painful sounds that bled into moans when I started pawing at her tits, catching her nipples and the rings between my fingers. It didn’t matter that it was dark, our bodies were making obvious slapping sounds when I connected with her gorgeous ass.

People were squinting and staring as they left the party, but no one ventured in to check on us. She started thrashing and throwing her ass back, that near virgin cunt gripping andmilking at me until we were both huffing and crying out, clinging to each other as we came.

My cock was still twitching inside her, and every clench and quiver of her overstimulated pussy left me hissing as I sought her lips in the dark. I wasn’t in any hurry to get back to the party, I had all I wanted for the night.

“I mean it, babe. I fucking love you,” I slid my fingers around her slick clit, making her moan in a loud, strangled protest. “Shh, don’t fight me, just come on my dick one more time.”

I held her against me and rocked my hips, stirring my still half-hard cock inside her while I boxed, rolled, and pinched at her clit. She was biting back moans and greedily grinding in no time. Her slippery clit swelled until I was strumming it, and she was calling my name louder with each breath.

She was half frantic when I finally felt her pussy tense and spasm around my cock, drawing it deeper in that stingy demand for my cum.

“So tight and greedy,” I murmured, sliding my fingers down to trace her stretched entrance.

She murmured, and abruptly shifted, so I drew my fingers back up and gave her clit a slow stroke.

“Mmm, I can’t, it’s too sensitive.” Her thighs clenched in an effort to close and pushed my cock out of her a little in the process.

“Nah, nah—” I denied, swatting at her wet pussy, and perhaps relishing the shiver I felt running through her. “I didn’t tell you to put that away yet.”

She arched her back, rocking her pussy against my hand and smearing her nectar from my fingertips to my wrist in the process.

I slid my hand off her pussy and clutched her thigh, holding her pussy open by one lip to the night breeze, and the view of anyone who walked by, had it been daylight. Enough people had passed I was convinced no one could see shit in the depths of the shed and the music was blaring.

“You like it– when I bless you with pain,” I murmured against her mouth.

She sucked in a breath rather than answering me.

I let go of her lip and circled her clit, drawing a low whine from her. Her hips bucked as she tried to stay put despite her over-stimulated state.

“Red light?” I asked, even as I lifted my hand and brought it down, pausing just over her pussy, so the rush of air hit her rather than any impact.

Her nails dug into the back of my neck and her thighs relaxed, opening wider for me.

I thrust into her and slapped her pussy. She gave a rugged moan and shuddered, writhing hard on my dick. I rocked instantly, and my hand shot to her mouth before I did it again.

She screamed and flailed, her pussy clenched hard and I felt a rush of warmth as her pussy juiced hard around me.

“Fuck yeah, do it again for me, princess.”

I forgot the party, I slow stroked in and out of her pussy, alternating deep rounds of rubbing and teasing with punishing slaps that took her over the edge. She thrashed and made rabidsounds against my palm, her slobber covering the side of my hand and wrist as I tried to muffle her a little.

“Goddamn, I fucking love you,” I pitifully told her when I came a second time inside her.

The music was off. The world was quiet. I slowly helped her to her feet, not that it was much use. She clung to me, still breathing hard while I strained to see how many bikes were left outside.

Had we been at it that long? I wiped my face and tugged my clothes back on once we were untangled from each other.

“What’s wrong?” Marchella whispered, while putting herself together at a much slower pace.

“Stay here,” I whispered, holding a finger up as I stuck to the edges of the shed, staying in the shadows.

There was only one bike outside.

“Something happened,” I whispered.

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