Page 97 of The Heir

Obediently I cough and then swallow, feeling the thickness of his salty precum coat my throat, hopefully slicking the way for him.

I lean forward and trace the heavy veins of his cock with my tongue, giving myself a break and time to relax. I begin to suck him in again, trusting his hands on my head to keep me balanced as my arms are tied back and I can't use them to help leverage. I sheathe my teeth, suck in my cheeks, pressing him to the roof of my mouth as hard as I can and making sure every bit of my mouth is touching him.

If I can't take him down my throat right now, I still want to make it good for him. He deserves it, after spoiling me with an entire floor for my business. I'll gladly suck him off every day for the rest of my life just for that gift alone.

As I'm tugging at him, sucking him down for all I'm worth, I think about how he's told me he loves me.

"Mmmmm…." I moan as I'm treated to another spurt of precum. "You taste delicious," I whisper, catching his eye and licking the end of his dick like a lolipop. I wait until another drop of precum appears atthe tip before swiping it up slowly with my tongue, then sticking it out to show him.

His chest shudders as he visibly stops breathing, and his face hardens as a muscle ticks in his jaw.

"Swallow it,"he growls.

Grabbing my chin and leaning down he kisses me hard, barely giving me a chance to comply before his tongue is swiping in my mouth before pushing me back down on his dick. I go happily, praying he gives me more cum. God it's so nasty, I love it.

I love we can be dirty like this together.

This man is perfect. And though I'm working him for all I'm worth with my mouth, he's caressing me just as much. His fingers glide through my hair, a fingertip strokes my brow and his hand settles on the side of my head. His thumb flutters over my ear, tickling me and making me laugh around him.

King hisses, and a harsh sound leaves him as his hips jerk.

I can tell he's exercising an extreme amount of control to not mindlessly thrust himself in my mouth. I bob for long minutes, extending it out just like he does me.

My lungs are full of the scent of his hot, sweaty skin, his precum, the perfect taste of his dick.

The only warning I have that he's close is when he bands his hands around my head then pulls me off to the tip, making me bounce my mouth on and off his tip over and over for long minutes. We stare at each other, enraptured, refusing to break eye contact when I hear it; his lips part and a low whimper escapes his throat, making me so fucking excited I almost have another orgasm just from the fact I can do this to him.

Loud slurping sounds fill the air as I work him desperately, and suddenly his thighs tighten, as does his fingers holding me completely still with my lips flush around the tip of his dick.

Taking a page out of his book I wink at him before nibbling hard, stroking the flat of my tongue hard against him.

King jerks in my seat, throwing his head back on a desperate groan, his chest and stomach heave as he blows inside my mouth. And it's so much that I can't swallow it all. I pull back and tilt my face up. I need this man to come on my face almost like I need my next breath of air. And boy does he oblige. I close my eyes, feeling the warm, wetness splash against my cheek, across my nose, my mouth.

His hips settle back onto the seat. We're silent, both breathing hard as we look at each other. My eyes fall down to his dick before widening.

He's still hard. Oh my God.

I frown, feeling kind of hurt.

King tips my face up, swiping his thumb through the mess on my lips. "You're so goddamn beautiful, Isobel. My pretty, wife. You're absolutely radiant with my cum on you like this. Do you like it?"

I nod my head, feeling his cum drip down my chin. He looks at me with such tenderness my heart squeezes scaring me.

I think I might be falling in love with this man.

What is he doing to me?

"When I take you home, I think I'm going to give myself permission to fuck that pretty pussy 'til she can't take anymore."

I blush hard at his praise, letting him untie my wrists where we go into the bathroom-my office has a bathroom, yay- where he wets a washcloth and carefully wipes me off. Taking a lot of my makeup with it unfortunately.

"You don't need that shit anyway, baby. Your skin is so perfect, you're glowing." His head tilts as a thought enters his head. "You know semen's good for the skin?"

Laughing, I snatch the cloth and turn to my circular mirror, leaning in so I can wipe the corner of my eye."Yes.I bet that makes you happy doesn't it?" We share a look and that squeeze in my heart gets deeper as he presses his front to my back, wrapping his arms around me and holding me close.

He presses a kiss into the side of my neck.

I blink back tears, because he looks like he's holding back from saying something to me. And I wonder if it's him trying not to tell me he loves me.

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