Page 34 of Crude Heir

“Oh lord.” I tighten my grip on the T-shirt, pulling it up in the process. Meanwhile, my other hand braces on the brick wall.

“Good girl.” He runs his tongue along the seam where the curve of my butt meets my leg, going all the way out to my hip. His teeth catch my flesh, and he bites me ever so lightly.

He continues, his hands covering my curves as he explores. It’s an unexpected discovery, something I didn’t know I’d like. I shift my hips, giving him more.

His fingers slip between my legs, going past my entrance, then curling into my skin as he backs out.

The scream that wants to escape turns into a moan, my hips shifting on their own now. Then the unmistakable sound of sucking fills the room. My heart pounds against my chest as I imagine his mouth closed around his knuckles.

“So good,” his voice rumbles from behind me. Then he’s back, his fingers sending a jolt of awareness through me as he moves along my slit. “So wet.” He’s rubbing circles on the swollen folds, touching yet not touching me at the same time.

“Derrick,” I plead, needing more than the teasing he’s offering.

He chuckles. But before I can protest, I hear the sound of clothes rustling. Thank goodness. “You know what would make this better?”

“What?” I ask, with no idea what in the world could ever feel better than this.

“Having you lean forward.” The suggestion in his voice is enough to have me doing whatever he wants. “Now spread your legs for me.”

I do, my pussy ready and eager to take him. My own moisture coating my thighs. Then a sliver of concern crosses my mind. I saw his size. All things considered…

His hands take my hips.

My back arches and I try not to have my muscles clench.

“I spent the whole afternoon wishing I’d gotten to suck on your sensitive little clit.” Then his beard brushes the inside of my thighs right before his tongue darts out to run between my inner lips.

I scream. Not what I expected, but the sensation is so powerful I jerk forward, nearly going face-first into the windowpane. He continues the exploration. Tongue firm, tongue flat, taking all of me he can get.

“Give me more,” he says from between my legs.

“More?” At this point, I can hardly keep a thought in my head. I have no idea what that means, what he wants.

“More, god dammit,” he demands. “Now.”

I lower my back, shifting my hips, barely hanging on to the bricks along the edge of the window.

“Mmm.” The sound of satisfaction against my skin sends a light shudder through me. “Not yet, baby.” Then he spreads my folds and proceeds to teach me the meaning of a good tongue-lashing.

I’m moaning. I’m begging. The sounds echoing back at me from the glass are all but incoherent as his tongue moves fervently. My fingers are digging into the rough brick. The one thing I can make out is his name. In the next instant, the world’s breaking up around me.

“That’s right.” He licks, sending another jolt through my body. “Precious girl.”

“Ahh.” My chest fills with warmth.

Another lick, another jolt. “All mine.” My inner muscles are spasming. “But we’re not done.”

“Lord.” He shifts, his hands on my hips, pulling me up on my tiptoes. The warning’s on the tip of my tongue. But I don’t get a single word out before he thrusts into me and I cry out again.

Chapter 14

Derrick

“Jesus, fucking, Christ.” I curl my fingers into the firm flesh of her hips as she screams against her arm. Regardless of anything else, I never expected to have taken her virginity.

Her breath shudders and I’m somewhere between wanting to yell at her and wanting to nuzzle her pussy and make it feel better. Then she squeezes her inner muscles, and the top of my head nearly blows off.

I cup her breast, the full mound overflowing in my hand. Finding the hard tip soothes something inside me. “Are you okay?”

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