Page 12 of Cruel Heir

“You want to, but you can’t,” I said when Keith allowed me to breathe for a few seconds.

Instead of replying, Keith pulled me up until my head was resting against the headboard.

“These beds are awful,” he complained.

“You have to be quiet,” I retorted. It was happening so fast; I didn’t even have any time to think.

“Tell that to yourself," Keith whispered.

Without warning, he started nibbling on the outer layer of my ear. My legs spread on automatic, enjoying the sensation. Taking advantage of my position, Keith smirked and slid down before lifting my legs and letting them rest on his shoulders.

Watching Keith between my legs made me so wet. I stretched my arms over my head and held on to the headboard as his tongue touched my clit. A moan escaped my mouth. Keith licked me like a hungry animal. He pulled away long enough to run his finger up and down my slit. I tried to move, but his hand on my waist restrained my movements. Then, I gasped as Keith pushed a finger inside me. He moved in and out fast, and I was soon overwhelmed with pleasure.

Before I could find my release, Keith flipped me around and unbuckled his belt. I heard his pants fall on the floor with a thud as I felt his warm hands on my ass. A shiver ran down my spine in anticipation.

Just then, Keith smacked my ass, making me yell his name out of pain and pleasure. He must have liked the sound of that as he smacked it again. And again. I bit my tongue to stop myself from moaning, but Keith was too good. After a few slaps, I was dripping wet and begging him to take me.

My lips trembled when Keith gave in and pushed his hard length deep inside me. It was so thick and hot. As he withdrew slowly, I felt every inch of him move within me. I let out a sob of pleasure.

“Does it hurt?” Keith’s voice was low, rough.

I moaned when he moved again. “I-it feels—” Keith thrust in me, and I forgot what I was about to say.

A smirk formed on his face. “What? What does it feel like?” he asked.

I wanted to hit him for teasing me, especially when he pulled out, leaving only the tip inside. For a few heartbeats, my muscles clenched in anticipation of the hot pleasure that only Keith could give me. He entered me slowly again, making me feel how thick he was. Then, he started thrusting leisurely until my eyes were hazy with lustm, and I was moving restlessly beneath him.

“Please. Please!” I found myself begging.

Finally deciding to stop torturing me, Keith pounded me to oblivion. My muscles clenched around him as I came, but that did not slow him down. Instead, he fucked me harder, faster. As I felt hot liquid shoot inside me, Keith rubbed my happy button, making me see white as I went over the edge for the second time.

Though spent, Keith turned around and allowed me to rest on him. I gasped for breath and felt his lips on my forehead. “Next time, if you don’t want me to fuck you, I’d suggest you make me leave immediately,” he murmured.

I blushed. “That was amazing,” I said.

Keith kissed me deeply again, ready for another round.

CHAPTER THREE

Eloisa

Last night had been such a roller coaster. I did the most impulsive and foolish thing ever. It was always like this when it came to Keith.

I cannot believe I had sex with Keith Carson.

Honestly, I didn’t expect it to be mind-blowing. It was not my first time, but Keith’s intensity was definitely a first. I’d always been in love with the people I slept with before this, and I never hooked up with anyone until now.Who would’ve thought I just had the kinkiest, roughest— No, wait, who would’ve thought Keith and I would end up hate-fucking each other?

By the time we were done, it was already late, and I was too exhausted to do anything. If it weren’t for the constant buzzing next to my head, I wouldn’t be up at four in the morning.

I groaned, searching blindly for the ringing phone. My hands found Keith’s jacket on the bedside table. I turned to look at him. He was fast asleep with his arms still around me. I decided to ignore the sound, but when it buzzed for the nth time, I wanted to kick Keith off my bed and tell him to answer his damn phone.

But did I do that? I wish. Instead, I reached for the phone. When it stopped buzzing in my hand, I moved to put the phone back in Keith’s jacket, but then a message popped up on the screen.

So, are you done? Text me when you get back. – Kyle

Despite my sleep-addled brain, I remembered that Kyle was one of Keith’s close friends. The phone didn’t have a passcode, so it unlocked when I tapped the text out of curiosity. I was shocked when I read a message above it:

I’ll have to take care of Eloisa first. If she tries to fuck me over, I’ll tell her what fucking someone over really is. – Keith

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