Page 73 of The Heir

Her hair is wild, a bit curly at the roots where she's sweated her blowout out, she's got saliva smeared on the corner of her mouth, and she's panting. A tear falls down her temple as she looks up at me with eyes so big that it swallows me up. She's submitted to me.

Joy fills me. Becausethank fuck.

I look over to the side to see the clock and this time it'smyeyes that widen, seeing I've been fucking her for almost two hours straight like a madman. I look back down at her and then place my hand to her mouth, wiping the spit away.

"Finish in my mouth," she says, yanking me down by my neck for a harsh kiss that lets me know she's still here with me, but I need to be gentler with her pussy. It's only our second time together and I know, Iknowshe wasn't having sex hardly at all before me.

I groan, pulling my hips back from hers, hearing a soft sucking sound as I exit her body and look down, seeing traces of blood mixed with our excitement.

"No," I say simply. "I'll finish on your tits."

I crawl up her body and begin to pump between the heavy globes, pushing them around my cock and squeezing tight. Isobel sticks her tongue out to lick the tip of me at every advance, and after a few minutes where I'm using her body, thrusting heavily, I throw my head back and groan, feeling the hot spurt of my ejaculate blow out of me and onto her beautiful, creamy breasts.

I stay right where I am, straddling her torso and will Hendrix King back into place, not the devil who has surely taken over my body. Because what the fuck possessed me to lose control with her like that? I look back down at her and arch an eyebrow as it hits me.

Herass did.

She fucking crawled inside my body and made me do it.

I shake my head."Isobel King,"I chastise with a grin I can't help. "What the hell am I going to do with you,hm?"

Isobel looks up at me and gifts me a rather tired, shaky smile. I chuckle quietly, seeing I fucked her so good she can't even move her lips right. Pure male triumph fills me.

"I think you'll figure it out," she whispers weakly, heaving a long exhale that flushes across my now semi-hard dick.

I roll off her and lay on my back for a minute. Just breathing. "Come here, baby," I murmur, pulling her until she's snuggled against my side. "Fuck girl. What are you doing to me?" I breathe out a harsh exhale, putting my fingers up to my eyes and rubbing at the dull pounding that's echoing through my head.

I fucked her so rough I have a full blown headache at how hard I orgasmed.

"No-I-I gotta shower,"she whimpers, pushing my chest.

My eyes narrow in irritation at her trying to get away from me because that's not how aftercare works. Though I sense she's never been fucked to the point she needs aftercare, which makes it evenmoreimportant. There's no way I'm letting her get into a shower without me. Why?

So she can cry when she crashes off her orgasmic high?

Nope. Not my Izzy.

"Isobel, baby,stop."I snatch up her hand that's pushing against my chest and roll into her, pressing every inch of me against her. "I don't want you to take my scent off you yet. Lay here with me, let me rub you down." I lower my head, taking her plump lips in a lush kiss. "Let me touch you." I run my hand down her side and rub firmly, soothing muscles I know hurt. When I get to the spot where her hip meets her thigh, I bunch it between my fingers and rub. "Let me relax you."

Isobel lets out a little moan and tilts her headto the side where I see her lick her lips and huff out a deep breath. Her eyes flicker beneath her lids. We're getting somewhere. Finally.

"That's right, baby, just feel it. You don't need to shower right now." I lean down and rub my face, which still smells like her pussy, across her cheek and jaw. "I like the smell of you,of us, together. Do you?"

Raising her arms to loop around my neck, she lowers her arms in one long stroke down my back. "I do, it smells… good." She sighs rather wistfully as her fingertips caress me in ways that I've only dreamed of. All those months I've spent fantasizing about her touch and it'snothinglike the real deal.

She nestles into me and even though I'm sweaty, we both are, she runs her hands full length down my back until she reaches my ass and cups me. I smile against her cheek, seeing this is something she likes and that I enjoy as well.

"You did so good, baby. I'm so proud of you." I kiss her ear and blow in it, making her seize up and giggle. I love her laugh almost as much as I love that feisty attitude.

"Yeah?" she turns to look up at me.

Her eyes are hooded, and I can tell she's tired, but there's still a sparkle there that refreshes me as well. My headache begins to dissipate, and just then it hits me that even though she has the power to place me in my own personal level of hell, she also has the power to chase it away and bring me that sunshine I crave at times.

"Yeah," I chuckle back, continuing to stroke down her body gently.

Isobel's head lifts, and she still looks a bit out of it as her eyes drag down my arms. She pauses on the blood still beaded up against the red slashes, and her eyes widen."Are you okay?"she asks, her words slightly slurred.

"I'm okay," I assure her softly. "Do you hurt anywhere?" I press my fingers where her muscles are tight in her hip and knead.

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