Page 29 of Brutal Heir

Never one to do things the easy way, he picks me up and pulls one leg around his waist as he presses me against the solid wood behind me. His mouth goes to my nipple. I’m left to holdon for dear life as I wonder how a man’s mouth can be so hot. How can his tongue licking at my flesh make me feel so good?

He switches, enjoying one breast then the other, making me wetter than I’ve ever been in my life. My pulse beats between my legs, and I’m nowhere near his cock.

He comes up, leaving a trail of kisses along my chest, threatening to burst that bubble of pleasure surrounding me. His lips are a breath away from mine. “Your turn to taste.”

With nothing more than that, he sets me on my feet then shifts his gaze down to my face. He puts his hand on my collarbone, adding pressure until my foggy mind picks up on what he wants. It’s got to be every porn watcher’s fantasy.

I sink to my knees, passing the hard bulge behind his zipper along the way. Sitting on my heels leaves me too low. So, as soon as he drags the zipper down, I straighten.

He shifts his clothes, letting his jeans fall away to revealing a huge, hard cock any woman would want to worship. I don’t get the scent of his body, only the clean, neutral smell of soap. I wrap my fingers around the base and take him in my mouth.

How did something this size fit inside me? Then I’m reminded of that burn of penetration the first time he went in. He’d worked me until I was slick, actually a lot more than that. It still didn’t prepare me for him. Or for the pleasure in the pain I was experiencing after so long.

He’s far enough in for me to be in danger of gagging. I swirl my tongue along the underside, learning the feel of him. A hum of deep-rooted satisfaction comes from somewhere inside him.

“Touch yourself,” he commands.

As much as I love being in charge of my own decisions, Irevel in the way he says it. I set my free hand over my left breast. I barely have the mental capacity to deal with both his pleasure and mine. I’m too far gone. He’s too damn big. And I’m too damn wet.

It’s when I get to my knuckle that I get that jolt through my body. “Ah.” What I half expected was him to pump his hips, choking me in the process. But he pulls up at the base of my skull, and I stand.

One hand is at my waistband. I push down on my shorts and underwear, shaking in anticipation. He brings me up, and I lose a sandal as I shake off the last of my clothes before he brings me up to wrap my legs around his waist.

“Condom,” I manage to say.

“You’ll take what I give you,” he says from between gritted teeth.

I have a fraction of a second where I feel him at my entrance, then he shifts his hips and thrusts inside me.

My entire body goes rigid from the sharp pain of that initial stretch of my pussy. He retreats, and I can feel the loss of him, as if there’s an emptiness inside me now.

“You’ll enjoy it,” he says pumping in and out of me, a hard rhythm where his body is hitting mine with a vengeance. “And when you’ve come all over my cock, which you will…”

Oh God, yes I will. I tighten my hold on him.

“Then I canthinkabout pulling out.” I may have lasted a matter of seconds after that. I curl my fingers into the thick cotton of his shirt as my hips try to follow him every time he moves away. Then I shatter.

My cry fills my ears. My body’s spasming around his thick cock.

“F-fuck you, Sage.”

He presses his upper body against, breathing hard as he pulls out of my body on the last thrust, leaving me wrecked. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to sit right again.

Chapter 15

Ezequiel

“I’ve been meaning to ask,” she says, looking up from the half-eaten dinner. “Why is this called the Torres House? What’s aTorreorTorres?” She scrunches her eyebrows.

“Torres is a last name.” I haven’t dealt with outsiders in so long that it seems weird to have to explain that to someone. Although, one look at her pale skin and red hair and you know she’s not a local. “It was built by Addler’s family a couple of generations before his grandfather married into the family.”

“Generations?” she asks skeptically. “So I guess that means you weren’t the one who planted the roses?” she asks, trying to hide a teasing smile.

“No.” My tone should leave no doubt. But the damn things are the main reason she’s here now, so I shouldn’t complain. “They were there before his grandmother was born.”

Sage looked surprised. “Was she born here?”

I nod. “She was here for a while when she was a girl. But there was some question about the ownership of the ranch. By the time that was worked out, she was married.”

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