Page 11 of Hidden Heir

“A work thing,” I reply vaguely. “You know how it is.”

“No way!” Brooke laughs. “Me too!”

“Really? You’re not just saying that?”

“No, for real!” When she laughs again, her hand lands lightly on my forearm. “I received some really good news and might be looking forward to going to work for the first time in my life.”

“That is good news,” I laugh. “If I say I’m doing the same, will you accuse me of lying?”

“No,” she giggles, “but I would say you should buy me another drink to celebrate.”

“I have a much better idea.”

“Pardon?” She tilts her head toward me, trying to hear me over the music.

I lean so close that my lips brush her ear and she shivers, moving into the small space between us. “I said I have a much better idea.”

“Which is?”

I can see her throat retract slightly as she swallows, and the sight of her long neck down to her bare shoulders and ample cleavage sends a wave of lust through my body.

“I’d much rather fuck you in that dress.”

“What?” Brooke laughs and her adorable cheeks immediately flare red.

“I apologize for being so forward but I’ve had a few drinks. I’m usually more subtle but you’re hot as fuck and I noticed the way you were looking at me. So what do you say?”

Brooke shoves at me with one hand, laughing, but her hand remains lingering on my shoulder. “That’s hardly the way to woo a woman!”

“True, but what if I told you I’d make you come so hard that everyone would hear you over the music?”

“A bold statement.” Brooke pouts and I growl softly, aching to taste those plump lips.

“Let me prove it,” I reply.

Her eyes narrow and she tilts her head to the side, elongating her neck. “Go on then.”

We stumble out in the back alley, pulling at one another's clothes with our lips locked together. The first taste of those juicy lips was as divine as I suspected, and I can’t tear myself away. With my tongue in her mouth and one arm around her waist to guide her, we stumble down some steps before I shove her upagainst the brick wall. She gasps against my lips, breathing into my mouth while her hands claw at my neck and slide into my sweat-damp hair.

I don’t need to look to know some of the guards have subtly followed us and will block off the ends of the alley.

My focus is Brooke.

I break the kiss with a long suckle of her lower lip, then dip my head and burrow into her warm neck. My cock is aching in seconds, and the cool wind brushing past does nothing to calm the fever crawling over my skin. Biting at her neck, I press my tongue flat over her racing pulse. She moans loudly when I graze my teeth down to her shoulder. My hands roam her body, tracing the lines of her impossibly tight dress down to where it just covers her ass. In one sharp tug, I drag it upward, slapping her round, perfect ass firmly.

Brooke squeals and laughs, then tugs hard enough on my hair that I’m forced to abandon her neck and lift my head. She kisses me hard, biting into my lip until the skin splits. Pain lances through but it’s instantly soothed by her tongue. I pull away, flip her around, and shove her up against the wall.

She pushes back against me and I slap her ass again before kicking her legs apart. She’s shorter than me and I contemplate picking her up, but I have a much better idea.

Fisting one hand into her hair, I pull her head back and to the side so I can kiss along her neck. “I’m going to fuck you so hard I’ll have to carry you back inside.”

“Promises, promises,” Brooke pants, dragging her nails down the brick. “You’re all talk.”

“We’ll see about that.” I unzip myself, draw my cock out and spit on my hand. It’s all I can do to slick myself up in the heat of the moment, but when I drag Brooke’s panties to the side, my fingers come away slick. “You’re fucking soaked.”

“Like I said, you’re all talk,” she gasps, winking at me. “A few good words can get any girl riled up. Unless you can’t follow through because then I—, ahh!”

Her words die as I guide my cock and enter her in one powerful thrust. I shove in a few inches, then pull back and thrust in again. Relying on her soaked pussy to slick the way, I thrust into her an inch at a time. Each thrust punches a moan of delight past her lips. I bench my knees, align myself, and the next time I thrust into her, I enter her fully then straighten up. Brooke yells as she’s shoved up the wall a few inches and her heels kick out. She can no longer touch the ground and a long, low moan escapes her when she realizes the only thing holding her up is my cock and my hands on her hips. She scrambles for a grip on the wall but unable to find one, she drops her hands to clutch at my wrists. Her shoulders brace against the wall and I chuckle as her legs kick out.

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