Page 87 of The Heir

"Aaahhh shit!"I scream hoarsely."Kiiinnnngggg!"My mouth falls open as I surrender to another orgasm that causes my vision to waiver.

I gasp for breath but he won't stop, gripping my hips and keeping me moving for him. I'm on something like my tenth orgasm, my punishment for my outburst earlier today. I whimper, feeling a hot bead of sweat slick down my back as my hips churn restlessly against King's.

His dick spreads me wide, and I'm taking him as deep as I can get while I'm on top. Soft sucking sounds fill the air along with the rain. Another storm that won't seem to quiet.

I flinch looking down at the top of his head. He's latched onto my nipple, nibbling, and sucking for all he's worth. Tugging and pulling.

"This changes nothing between us," I say, seeing him pull away from my flesh and releasing my nipple with a slight popping sound. He fists his hands in my hair at the same time I grip his, and we attack each other's mouths greedily with our lips and tongues. "You still fucking kidnaped me.Kept me prisoner," I mumble between kisses.

"I disagree, little demon. Something'sdefinitelychanged." He talks around my mouth before biting back a groan as I pulse around him.

He might be right, but still, it's the principle of the matter.

He grips my ass with both hands, plumping my flesh hard and helping me on and off him, our bodies making little slapping sounds that drive me wild.

"Oh god you taste so good," I moan. Sucking his tongue into my mouth I taste the lingering flavor of whiskey and bacon. It's a heady mix, making me lightheaded and even more lustful."Fuck!"I complain, slapping my pussy harder and harder onto him until with a sharp cry, I feel my body relent and I finally get all of him inside of me.

I twitch hard, sore because he's so big.

The memory of the way this man looked at me over dinner that night when I told him the filthiest, nastiest things about my past, and then just rolled with the punches while I threw a knife at him over brunch and didn't lose that look of lust in his own eye, has got me hot for him. Prisoner or no prisoner.

Just like that our circumstances shift, and I become a prisoner of my own making.

"Do you really love me, King?"I whisper into his mouth, gripping his hair hard and tilting his head to look up at me. I move a little harder, feeling our stomachs rubbing together intimately. We're pressed as tight as we can get, and I wish we could get even closer.

"You know I do, Izzy," he says, his blue eyes like ice staring up at me. I flinch, feeling his hands come up to roll my nipples gently. My hips jerk, and I lose my rhythm as he pinches harder and then tugs. "I've loved you since the moment I saw you." The words come out guttural and raw, leaving me with absolutely no doubt that he's telling the truth.

My chest tightens, I can't say anything. I won't.

I run my hands through his hair, hoping this is enough to appease him.

"You'll leave me," King breathes. My eyes prick as desperation saturates his usually deep, confident tone. My eyes flicker over his face, his nostrils flare as he tightens his hands on me. "You'll run away and never come back." His eyes look tortured as he stares up at me.

At my continued silence he leans forward on a harsh growl, taking my nipple again between his teeth and bites softly, causing me to cry out.

"Hendrix!" I yelp, flinching in pleasure. Ever since he found out just how sensitive they are, I can't get him away from them. My cum rushes out of me, sluicing over him.

Inhaling raggedly I try and lean back, but he wraps a firm arm around me pulling me so tight against him my breast smooshes into his face and covers his nose. He sucks hard, and I come again even harder, tossing my head back and crying out to the ceiling.

"You'll fucking leave me!"he groans, pulling away to place his forehead against my breast bone.

"I won't," I gasp. "I won't because you're fucking meso good."He wrenches guttural sobs from my throat as he gives me perfectly measured thrusts. Not like the erratic thrusts from the last time we were fucking. He's the maestro to my orchestra, knowing exactly what note to emit with just a flick of his wrist. "I won't get it like this anywhere else. Where am I going to go if I leave you,hm?No one will fuck me like this. Take care of me like this. Only you, King.MyKing."

I run my hands back into his hair and try to tug him away from me so I can see him, but he turns his head and stills me with a warning nip to the sensitive curve of my inner breasts, making me clench around his length hard.

"Oh I know no one's going to satisfy you after me sweet thing. This body is mine. Your pleasure ismine."He looks up at me, puttinga hand to my face and squishing my lips together before pulling me down to kiss him.

He nibbles on my plumped up lips, tugging on them and smacking his own lips erotically against me. My hips burn, I'm tired, now just grinding into him instead of bouncing up and down. I go still as I feel his hand spread my ass cheeks apart, and a long finger runs up the seam, smearing my juices from my pussy up to my ass.

My eyes widen.

"This is mine too," he says quietly. "All mine. Just for me."

"Wait! No one's ever-" I arch against him hard, feeling him insert just the tip of his forefinger there.

I'm completely still now, pressed against him except for our chests. He takes advantage of my arched position to bend down and take my nipple back into his mouth. My eyes water at all the sensations washing over me at once. He nibbles and the sensation shoots straight to my clit and I cry out. Fuck it's so tender.

My heart palpates before drawing to a stop.

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