Page 96 of The Heir

"Oh God!" I whimper, lowering myself to my back and biting my lip.

He's supposed to be taking me to heaven, but ironically King's mouth feels like hell. Tongues of fire licking at me. Torturing me. My brows furrow and I roll my head as he thrusts two fingers inside me, setting a hard, merciless rhythm that brings me quickly to the brink.

King hums against my clit, lashing a few times at the tip before biting, startling me so bad I toss my head back. Shuddering, my eyes open and I freeze. My whole body tenses up and I break out into a mist of sweat right as I make eye contact withChristopher.Who's standing in the partially opened door with his right arm in a cast.

Oh. My. God.

I can't move, think, or breathe. I can only stare as Christopher's eyes meet mine.

A million emotions flash in them before they narrow in anger.

My hands grab King's hair tightly and my eyes widen. Just as I'm getting ready to unlock my vocal cords to tell King we have an audience, he begins moving more urgently. Growling erotically. Smacking on and off my abused clit in a harsh demanding tempo that has me falling over and shattering into a million pieces.

Closing my eyes, Christopher disappears as I arch hard, wailing King's name. But it's no use, he continues viciously eating my pussy like it's his last meal and he's been starved.

"King, noooo!" I plead brokenly, seeing as he's determined to see me break again under him.

I think he loves eating me out a littletoomuch.

I try to close my legs and wiggle away from the intense pleasure, but he jerks me back, holding my legs far apart with both his hands and persists. I whimper, feeling myself squirt and hearing it drip to the floor between us. When I look back behind me, Christopher's nowhere to be found at this point, but King won't stop.

My legs begin shaking, and as I pulse hard under his administrations, my fingers curl around the edge of my desk tightly and I hang on as he literally pushes me with all his might into my next orgasm.

I can't even scream, I just jerk, feeling his lips keep my clit trapped as he drags his tongue repeatedly against the tip of it, keeping me on fire for him. After a few seconds he releases my flesh with an audible pop before kissing the inside of my thigh. I'm weak, boneless as I just lay here panting on top of the desk.

I'm not sure how he's supposed to get a blow job from me because I'm so relaxed I can't do much.

"Perfect, you're so perfect. Now I can maneuver you how I want," he grits out, standing up.

My eyes narrow slightly as his hands come up to loosen his tie, ripping it off his neck with a sharp slice through the air. I cry out as he turns me to my front and yanks my hands behind my back, tying my wrists together.

My eyes go wide as I turn to look over my shoulder, seeing him watching me stoically as he binds me tight so I can't wiggle or move my wrists at all. "You wanted him to watch, for him to see you do thatto me. You're so fucking arrogant, King!" I say haughtily through my heavy panting as he picks me up and sets me on my feet.

"Uh-huh," King grunts before shoving me to my knees. He sits down in my chair, pulls me between his legs and then slaps my cheek with his dick. "He got an eyeful while I got a mouthful, and now it's your turn. Everyone's happy.Now open up."

I barely get my lips parted before he sinks all ten of his fingers at the back of my head and then jerks me on him, hard.

I moan at the perfect, clean taste of him as his shaft flows over my tongue before gagging as he hits the back of my throat. He pauses as I whimper. He's spreading my lips wide, my jaw is stretched as far as it can and it's a bit uncomfortable. Which is sad, because I actually love sucking dick, and I adore the taste and smell of him.

But he's a little too big for this to be pleasurable for me.

Whimpering again, I work to lick the flat of my tongue on the underside of his shaft, but he's not letting me off him. Keeping himself shoved a good several inches in my mouth, making a mix of his semen and my saliva drip down my chin.

Fuck I love it.

"I get it, baby, but you're going to have to learn. Because I'm eventually going to want to go all the way down. But right now, I need you to just breathe and relax your throat as much as possible."

I pull against his hold on a moan and begin bobbing my head, gagging with every downswing, trying to force myself to get used to the thickness of him. I relax my tongue and shove forward slowly.

God, if I vomit on him I'll never live it down.

I whine as he presses against the ring of my throat, stilling for just a second before pressing another inch deeper, drawing a strangled scream from me. Desperate, I swallow around him on a low glugsound, feeling more saliva drip down my chin. I've never given a blow job this messy before.

But then again, if you think about it, everything between me and King is messy.

King grunts and then suddenly stomps his foot, startling me and making me yank off him with a high pitched sound. Tears are streaming from my eyes as I look up at him, offended, but he's quickly soothing me, rubbing his knuckles across my cheek as he looks down into my watering eyes.

"Goddamn. I'm sorry, baby. Natural reaction because that felt amazing." He gives me a little smile, smoothing my hair back from my face tenderly. "Cough, it'll help."

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