Page 42 of Brutal Heir

“Hmm.” He moves along the inside of my breast, following the curve until he’s on either side of my nipple. The pressure he puts on one side or the other changes, so I don’t know what to expect. It’s building my anticipation, keeping me on edge, wanting his fingers to come together and give me that much-needed jolt.

“You have the body of a woman. It’s nature’s gift.” He caresses my breast with the back of his fingers. “Soft in someplaces.” Then he brings his knuckles together hard enough to make me gasp. “Stiff in others.”

Need shoots straight to my clit, sending a shudder through me that brings another shower of moisture.

“A man gets to discover all the hills”—his palm covers my breast, moving down over my waist and hip— “and valleys.” His gaze is burning into me as he works his way into my shorts. He leans away, giving himself enough room so he can watch what he’s doing to me.

His foot pushes at the inside of mine, giving himself more space. My hands go to the counter behind me so I can hold on for dear life. I’m so distracted my legs nearly buckle. I’m so lost that the second he touches me, my hips thrust forward of their own volition.

“That’s right. Give me what’s mine.” His words sound a little rough.

“Mmm.” I wish I could deny anything of the sort. But my body’s pressing against him as he moves along my slick folds. I can hear the strokes as he moves through my wetness.

“Push down your shorts.”

My pulse quickens as I hook the elastic at my waistband and do as he asks. His attention is down below; he’s watching me bare my body so he can see where his hand is buried between my legs.

Visual…man. The disjointed words go through my mind as his gaze remains glued to the same spot. He’s moving faster, and I can barely keep a thought together.

My clothes land on the floor.

He reaches for the top button on his jeans, pops it open. Then drags the zipper down until his jeans are loose. If it wasn’t for his massive erection, he’d likely be naked from the waist down. He works his cock free as I drown in my own desire.

“See this?”

My mouth waters at the sight of him.

“In the years I’ve been here, nobody’s tempted me.”

Years.

“Last time, you barely got through the door.” His fingers plunge into me, bowing my body back against the counter. “Before I buried myself in this tight little cunt.”

A groan escapes me. “Better than porn?”

His eyes darken. “You want to watch me drilling you from behind, or the real thing?”

My mind backtracks, searching for the words that set off an alarm in the back of my mind.

Maybe I can talk you into letting me record you again.

He saidme. It was my phone recording what we did. “Did you record us that day?”

His lips pull to one side, a dark promise in that smile. “Do you want to watch, or the real thing?”

Even as I try to feel appalled at what he just admitted to doing, I can’t. My body’s too far gone to go back. “You,” I whisper.

He turns his head. “What?”

“I want you,” I repeat, louder. “I want your cock.”

“Good girl,” he says, clearly pleased. He removes his fingers, leaning in to run his hands behind my thighs. I brace myself as he pushes me up, placing my lower back against the counter. “Such a pretty little cunt.” Then he plunges into me.

In that split second before it happened, I wanted to protest. I was going to tell him the counter’s solid. It’ll be hard against my lower back. But he hit with such force, I nearly saw stars.

The sound of the wet strokes adds another layer of heat. My instinct to catch myself before I fall from this position wars with the need to meet his every thrust. I know he’s got me, so I let go, trusting he’ll keep me from falling. I tumble into the most thrilling orgasm of my life, leading with a scream that’ll echo throughout the house.

The world falls away as I come down. I’ll be sore again later, and I’ll have bruises, but damn is it worth it to have him hitting mypretty little cunt.

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