Page 61 of Inherited Holiday

Taking a deep breath, I shook my head. “You’re unbelievable!”

Inching higher, he rubbed closer to my core. The touch of hishands continued their exploration of my limbs, and it ignited my nerve endings into nothing but desire.

“Then I’m doing my job.”

“What’s your job exactly?”

“Keeping my girl satisfied.”

“I’m your girl now?”

“You’ve always been my girl.”

As soon as the last word left his mouth, he flipped me over and began caressing my breasts in soft but demanding touches. The lotion he was using made it easier for him to slide up and down my breasts to the sides of my stomach.

I let out a heady moan, loving the way his hands felt on me. I’d never tire of this man. Not wasting any time, he caressed my nub, triggering me to suck in a breath. He stayed there for a minute before he readily slipped two fingers inside me while his other hand pushed against my lower stomach.

“What are you do?—”

“Relax.”

Gliding his fingers in and out of me, he didn’t move his hand from my stomach, and he continued to push down as he fingered me. “Oh God...”

The pressure he was applying with his hand on my belly made the way he was fingering me that much more intense. It was only a matter of minutes before my body was convulsing, contracting, and shaking as he fingered me faster and harder.

It was an overload of sensations.

I could physically feel my core pushing his fingers out, but he didn’t let up, fingering me deeper until my entire body came with such force I trembled uncontrollably.

“Good girl,” he praised.

He straddled my waist and cupped my breasts, then slid his dick between them. Back and forth, he slid his cock between my breasts. I whimpered when he backed away, but my disappointmentdidn’t last long. He bent forward and kissed my mouth while he stroked his cock.

I moved his hand and stroked him.

He groaned as I twirled my grasp around his shaft.

Never once did he stop devouring my mouth.

He thrust two fingers inside me, going straight for my G-spot that was still sensitive. The raw uninhibited craving to cum again hit me like a ton of bricks, and before my core contracted, he grabbed his dick and thrust inside me.

I felt full like my body was made for him.

“Oh God, please don’t stop. Harder... ahh ... yes ... yes ... just like that.”

“There’s my girl.”

I wanted it rough.

Hard.

Demanding.

I wanted him to brand me.

Mark me.

Make me his.

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