Page 113 of Heartless Legacy

My walls clench. Fuck, I love it when he calls me that. “Yes, sir.”

“Then let me hear it. Let me hear what you’re thinking. Tell me what you’re feeling.”

I let the words fall freely from my lips. “I’ve missed your dynamite dick.”

“What else?” He asks, moving again.

“I want you to fuck me all night.”

“And…” His strokes are slow and deep, setting off fireworks inside me. “Do you want me to keep going like this? Slow and deep? Make love to you, like there’s not a gym full of people on the other side of that door? Or do you want me hard and fast, making you scream so they know you belong to me? Want me calling your name as I paint your walls with my cum?”

His pace picks up, and he leans me away from him, changing the angle. I know him well enough to know that when he adjusts us, it’s because he wants to go deeper. Harder. His thumb strums over my clit, adding to the sparks underneath my skin. I’m almost there and I know he won’t let me fall over the edge unless I give him what he wants. Tell him what I want. “Make me dirty. Wolfe. Fuck me. Please. Fill me with your cum.”

He pulls me close again and groans in my ear. “Ah. What a good fucking girl you are! I’m gonna do all of that, Sweetness. I’m gonna fill up every hole you have until it’s running out of you, then I’m gonna lick you clean and do it again.”

“Shit.” I clench around him as another release drags me down. I try to pull him with me, but he stands, lifting me off his cock. Then I’m on the floor, on my hands and knees, and he’s pushing inside me again. I tense, but his hand is back at my clit, overwhelming me with so much pleasure I don’t have time to panic about him being behind me. His hand drifts over my ass.

“I’ll never get tired of this sight. Your ass in the air, while I’m watching my cock disappear inside of you. You’re perfect, you know that? My sweet, fucking perfect girl.” He leans forward, chest draping over my back, and says, “I’m gonna push your face to the floor.” He replaces his fingers on my clit with my own.

“I need both of my hands free. Play with your clit for me.”

I reach down and rub my clit as he pounds into me. I’m already cresting my third orgasm since we’ve gotten started, and he hasn’t had one yet. “You know what I want, Sweetness. You fight me all the time, even though you know it’s futile.”

I feel it building. He’s right, it is futile, but the delayed action lets me feel like I’m winning. Like I’m still in control until he rips it from me.

“I can barely hold back from how tight you’re gripping me. God, you drive me crazy, Thea. All day, all night, all I think about is you. I wanna lock you up in my beach house naked, and sneak home between classes just to get a hit of you. That’s how addicted I am to your taste.”

He reaches under me, slides my finger through my folds, then brings it around to my ass, teasing my taint with my own finger before helping me slide it inside. He drags one of his own fingers through my wetness, then pushes it in next to mine.

The hand gripping my shoulder reaches around to my mouth. He shoves two fingers down my throat. I lose it. Lose control. All three of my holes have something in them. Saliva runs down my cheeks, and my eyes water from him gagging me with his fingers. I feel dirty, defiled,usedin a way I never thought I’d allow myself to be used again.I cum, squirting all over his cock. Each spasm, producing more fluid. I feel it gushing out around his cock and dripping down my legs.

He continues to thrust inside me, wringing out every little drop. Then he tenses, doing as he promised, adding his seed to the mix. His satisfied moan drags out in a broken chord. “That’s it. Fuck, that’s so good. Take it all, Sweetness. Drain me dry.”

And I do, milking him until I can’t squeeze my walls around him anymore. He doesn’t move until he’s softened. Then, he slowly removes our fingers from my ass. His hand from my mouth and his dick from my abused pussy, before turning me over onto my back. He nuzzles my neck, gives me the softest kiss, and then, true to his word, he moves between my legs and licks me clean.

My heart rate settles. The itch below my skin is gone. I let out a contented giggle. He hums, and continues on as I sift my fingers through his hair. I’m not sure what this warm feeling is. I can’t even put a name to it. But Deacon Wolfe is my safe space. My lids flutter shut, sleep calling me. I’m so spent that I don’t even care that I’m on the floor in his office. “I’ll go to war with anyone who tries to take you from me.” I say with a sleepy yawn.

He doesn’t answer. He doesn’t have to. He knows me well enough to know I’m serious.

Chapter 67

Finn

Thea’s smiling as she stares down at her phone. I’m glad she feels happy enough to smile, but hate that it’s not directed at me. Holden followed her around town the other day and came back like it was the best fucking date of his life, even though he never actually interacted with her.

Our beach night was amazing, but I know that was in the heat of the moment. I need something more tangible to solidify our courtship. She stood me up the last time I tried to give her a gift, so this time I’m bringing the gift to her. I’ve been driving around with it in my trunk all day, waiting to get her alone. The opportunity comes when she parks near the beach. I quickly pull up beside her and jump out of my car.

“Hi, Pet.”

“What do you want Finn?”

“Can’t a guy come to the beach?”

“A guy can, but you’ve been following me since I left campus. That means you want something.”

“I have a gift for you, and I was waiting for the perfect time to give it to you.”

“Take it back and get a refund.”

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