Page 89 of The Heir

He groans against me, rolling his hips as he spurts several more hot lashes onto my flushed, sensitive skin.

"Rub it in, King. Rub it in," I moan, feeling him still sucking me lightly as he pulls his fingers out of my ass and begins to rub his cum into my back.

Feeling weak, I make a little noise and topple over onto my side, breathing hard.

We both lay there panting, and I am completely in shock at what just happened. My hands are shaking, and I can't relax my toes from being clenched up. After a few moments, he gets up on a groan and disappears before coming back with a huge wet bath towel which he uses to clean us both up. He picks me up tenderly and then carries me, still trembling, into his bedroom, placing me between the sheets.

When he goes to pull away, I wrap my arms and legs around him and whisper against his lips. "Inside me please." I wait patiently as he presses every inch of his body to mine and notches his dick to my aching pussy, arching my neck because it feels so good as he spreads me back apart inch by delectable inch, and then settles down on top of me carefully.

We fall asleep entwined around each other.

Chapter twenty

Look At Me

She can't look at me after we have sex, I'm noticing.

It's intriguing that Isobel's so full of abandon during the intimate act, and handles her business with a feisty, tough as nails attitude, but after sex she can't look at me. Glancing over at her I smile, thinking I have to be doing something right there at least to make her so nervous.

Maybe I'm breaking her walls down?

God, I hope so. Because it's been a very rough couple of weeks trying to keep this secret while I cautiously tread her temper.

We're in the bathroom getting ready to head to King Dynasty Co. after sleeping in most of the morning. I'd gotten her up a few hours after we fell asleep, fucked her until the sun came up, then we went back to sleep with me still inside her. I woke her up, telling her we were headed to my office. Needing to spend at least a half day there as I planmy off days carefully, and with several big projects in the works, I can't afford to slack off.

She was incredibly excited when I told her she'd be coming with me, ready to finally show her the floor that I had cleaned out so she could make use of it for her business. I didn't want her in that little two room, run down office building on the other side of town. No, she's a King now whether she likes it or not, and her environmentwillbe reflecting her status.

This has been the hardest present I've ever kept to myself. I've almost cracked several times and told her prematurely.

Patiently waiting for Sweetie to be done pawing at my thighs, I lean against the doorframe of the closet that's attached to the bathroom, studying Isobel through the vanity mirror as she sits in an almost sheer white robe putting on blush. She's leaning forward, caressing the brush ever so gently against her cheek when it happens; the fastest flick of her eyes to me in the reflection before she's back to herself in the mirror.

I don't know why she's bothering with blush, she literally is blushing darker than what she's swiping on her skin.

Clearing my throat, I push off the door and walk slowly to her, drawn in by her energy. The memory of her calling me hers, losing her voice as I gave her orgasm after orgasm last night, echoes through my mind and I melt, remembering her tell me she was going to kill me if I ever cheated on her.

It's the sexiest thing I've ever been told before, if I'm being completely honest.

My girl is a firecracker, and I love how she sounds when she explodes.

I make it to her vanity then turn my back to the mirror leaning my hips against it, crossing my arms and legs at the ankle and exhale a deep breath.

My dick hurts.

She glances over at me nervously before going back to her refection and begins to brush out her brows. It's almost comical how hyper-fixated on herself she is right now, but I'm worried she's about to brush her skin off her face in a fit of nervousness.

"Whhaatt?"she breathes, studiously keeping her eyes off mine.

I reach forward and grab her brush, there's literally no makeup on it right now. She's rubbing nothing into her face in order to not face me. I put her brush back in it's spot in the holder and turn her chin to face me, unclipping her hair as I do so.

Try as she might, I'm not letting her hide from me. I don't care how embarrassed or vulnerable she feels. I hope it's like death by a thousand cuts; I'll keep slicing until she opens up for me and gives me what I want.

"I love the way you fucked me last night," I say.

Tilting my head, I rub my thumb against her lips, the only part of her face she hasn't yet manipulated. I groan, bending down to take her lips with my own. I can't help but deepen it. She's a drug I can't inject deep enough. She stays on the surface of my psyche, teasing me, and only she has the power to dig deeper and give me the hit I truly need.

God I just need those three little words. Need to hear them from her lips.

Her eyes are wide as I praise her.

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