Page 30 of Wicked Heirs

He slapped his hands to my shoulders, needing to steady himself.

And he started thrusting his hips, moving with me.

My balls drew tight as I got off on the increasing violence of his thrusts and the feel of him filling my mouth and throat.

His movements turned erratic, losing their rhythm and I felt his cock jerk in my mouth.

He was right on the edge, about to come any second.

That made it all the more shocking when he suddenly wrenched me off him by my hair.

I didn’t get to even react before he called his magic and levitated me over to the bed.

He dropped me on my back on the sheets.

And then he was there pouncing on me.

He swept his hand over his pants and they were off along with his boxers, where he’d magically put my clothes too, until he was naked from the waist down.

His hands came down either side of my head a second before he dipped his head and brushed his lips over mine.

I rose to it instantly, linking my arms around his neck and holding him to me as I kissed him back, the two of us quickly getting lost in a whirlwind of passion.

Tongues tangling.

Teeth gnashing.

He shifted his weight and rubbed his cock along mine.

There was no slow and easy about it, no savoring it like he was usually all about.

Nah, it was wild and rough.

Desperate.

He was really fucking worked up.

I couldn’t follow that line of thought anymore—any line of thought—when he slipped a magically-lubed finger into my ass, the amazing sensation making me break from the kiss and throw my head back as I cried out into the room. “Yeah… fuck! Mmm… Ore… yes.”

He drove deeper until he hit that sweet spot that had me bucking on the bed, even as he didn’t stop aggressively rubbing his cock against mine.

I rolled my hips, losing myself to it all, to him.

And then I was clawing at his striking white and black hair, his shoulders, his chest, down to his abs.

“Ungh… yeah,” I moaned as he twisted his finger in my ass, then started thrusting.

He drove deep and slow at first, then started stabbing and picking up his pace, driving me fucking crazy.

“Fucking shit… ungh… gonna come… I’m gonna come for you.”

“Good boy. Sweet fucking ass… gorgeous cock… talented mouth… fuck me.”

His words were it for me, so much praise doing things to me, and I went off like a rocket, crying out as I came all over his cock and abs.

“Motherfuck!” he roared as the sensation of my hot cum dousing his shaft pushed him over the edge and he came over mine too.

He eased his finger free and traced it over my lips, watching with a devilish grin as I slicked my tongue over it.

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