Page 127 of The Heir

"Uh-uh." Pulling from her breasts I lower my mouth to her lips and kiss her protests quiet until her panting is diminished, then put the toy back on her, letting her wiggle and squirm before I ramp up the intensity a couple more clicks with no warning. The harsh panting comes back full force and, mesmerized, I watch her breasts quivering and heaving as she's thrown just a bit faster to her climax.

Then I take it away.

"Noo!" Isobel yells out, trying to reach forward and grab the toy from me, but in a fast movement I lay my forearm hard against her chest, pushing her back down into the pillows and keeping her trapped. "What are you doing?" she complains in a small voice.

Her eyes close as I nestle the toy against her again at a setting just a bit lower, not giving her the intensity I know she craves.

"I'm edging you, baby."

"Edg-"she cuts off her words on a sharp cry as I lower my mouth to her nipple and nip and suck until she's squirming so hard under me that I'm forced to lay half my body on her to keep her legs open. She breaks out into a mist of sweat, the sight of her biting her lip and furrowing her brow as she looks at me, imploring me with her hazel eyes, causes my dick to jerk miserably, needing relief. "King, no. Please stop-" she sobs.

"Don't ask me to stop. I won't. I've waited too long for you. To make you feel so much pleasure that you can't stand it."

Isobel rolls so hard into me that I pull the toy away from her and encase her neck with my hand, feeling her pant for breath wildly against my palm. She's whimpering long tortured sounds. Clutching at my shoulder with one hand, my bicep with another.

I press my body into hers and pull her head back to look at me. Her breath washes over my face as I work my other arm between us and then nestle the toy against her again, feeling her stiffen so hard we jerk together as one, but I keep her tight in my palm, making her stay still.

"K-King, King…" she's stammers, desperate. "Please, I'm begging you.I'm begging. I-I"Her eyes go wide as I pull the toy away. "Noooo," she sobs, her entire body heaving with them as she begins to cry tears of pleasure. "Oh God,noooo…."

"Aw, what's the matter, my love?" I keep my voice soft, level. But God, her scent is saturating my lungs, making me feral. "I'd do this to you most of the night if I thought you'd let me get away with it."

Her chest shudders as she pins me with a look. I smile wickedly, bending down to blow a stream of cool air against her wet nipple at the same time I place the toy back against her. And when I take it between my teeth and clamp down, lashing at the tip with my tongue, I press it to the highest setting, and lay my full body weight on her heavily. Shocking her.

"King!"she screams, and I feel her heaving, trying to buck against me, but she can't move.

Her first orgasm hits her so fast, that it takes us both by surprise. She squirts wetly against me on a wail, but I stay still, sucking with my lips, nipping with my teeth, and keeping the toy right there.

Isobel's undulating against me, trying to get me off her. Her nails dig into my back, and the next orgasm she has draws blood as she slashes her nails down my back so hard that I tense,groaning against her breasts.

"Ohhh you're going to get more for that," I warn. Even though I'm not inside her, I begin to grind my hips into her, pressing my dick into her thigh.

"King, you can't do this to me!" She's shaking her head and pleading, but I'm busying going back and forth between her nipples, tugging harshly.

"God you taste so fucking good, princess," I moan, latching onto her right nipple, which I've found is slightly more sensitive than the other and settle even deeper. Sucking and sucking.

Isobel's breathing hard through her nose, almost like she's hyperventilating. She bends her knees back, moving restlessly against my torso. And with this next orgasm, she squirts so hard I can feel it gush over my hand. Every nerve ending roars to life as she tosses her head back and lets out a sound that's new to me, so mournful, thatIorgasm at the sound of it.

All over the toy, my hand, her pussy.

Warm lashes of semen cover the wet spot she made on the bed. As the toy continues to buzz, she seizes up, and I decide to take pity on her. I let go of her nipple reluctantly, and then look down before taking the toy from her.

The sight of her clit popping loose from the suction of the toy, and the wet sound it makes almost stops my heart. Her pussy is visibly twitching, letting me know how overwhelmed and pleasured she is. Tossing the toy to the side I hurriedly pull up on her pussy to get a better look.

"Goddamn, you're so pretty," I praise her, eyeing the deep red flesh between her legs. I take my time raking my gaze up her body, visually eating up every inch of her.

Isobel's so weak she looks barelyconscious.

I turn her slightly to get her out of our combined juices and then settle down onto my front, taking a second to breathe in her smell before I lower my lips to her and lap a hot, slow lick up the seam of her pussy, then seal my mouth over her clit. I'm purposefully gentle, but Isobel still seizes up again on a soft cry and rolls her hips into my mouth. I keep my mouth on her until her fight is gone, and there's no more movement or sound from her.

Just like the last time she passed out, I bathe us both, and then carry her to my bed where we sleep the rest of the night away.

Chapter thirty-three

Buckhead Island

Two Weeks Later

"How much longer?" I address our pilot, speaking into the mic at my mouth.

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