Page 14 of The Heiress

Lump after lump tumbles down my throat. I’m so aroused that she could plunge her finger inside of me and I’d barely notice. “What makes you think I’ve never gone that hard?”

“Because you’ve never met a woman worthy of having that honor. Until me.”

This arrogant shit is going to end me!

“Oops,” she hisses in my ear, that damned finger pushing ever so slowly into me. Even though my legs are hardly apart, Lorde has no problems spreading my nether lips and dipping her finger into the source of my wetness. I grasp the armrests and allow my eyes to blur. There is no one else in this theater except for Lorde. “Well, how about that? I’m inside of you, Daze. Right where I’ve wanted to be since I first met you.”

Another finger joins the first. Because any woman who is adept at fingering knows you need at least two to accomplish anything.

“Was that a hate fuck you wanted? Is that all you’ve wanted until now?” Somehow, I’m able to put the pleasure grazing my clit out of my mind. I do know that the other couple is due back at any moment. Right? We should cut this out before we get caught and I’m embarrassed out of my mind.

“I’ve never wanted a hate fuck.” Lorde lightly bites my ear. The combination of her slowly fingering me is not only easing my legs open through the slit in my dress but making me slide ever so slightly down my seat. My right hand releases the armrest and massages her left leg. She intends to make good on her promises. All I have to do is say yes.

“Then what is it you want, exactly?”

I rub her thigh through her soft trousers. What designer is she wearing? Valentino? How suave. Good thing I’m not impressed by designers. I won’t have any qualms ripping this fabric off her hot body!

“I want you to keep doing that. Mostly, I want to fuck the priss out of you.”

At first, I thought she said something else. When I realize what she did say – while her fingers continue to fuck me and my hand is encircling her thigh for a glowing round of mutual masturbation – I am struck with the idea that part of the reason Lorde Sheen is attracted to me is because of my image.

To be fair, isn’t that what attracts me to her as well?

She’s rubbing me faster, harder now. My thighs are on fire with a need to come. I don’t doubt she’s feeling much of the same way based on how tense her body is. Her thigh is so rigid that I can barely fit my hand around it. Granted, I have small hands, but…

There’s only one way to settle this. How badly does shereallywant me? I must unzip her to find out.

“Oh…” Her growls are infectious. Or maybe that’s me growling by now. “You may be a stuck-up princess, but you’re no stranger to pussy, now are you?”

I know what she’s implying. I choose to ignore it and instead smile in her direction, my hand pulling aside her thong so I can touch her flesh. Warm. No, hot. Light fuzz of hair.Wet.

“For a woman who claims to have bedded many, you sure are taking your time in making this one come. Or maybe you’re not as good as you think you are?”

Them be fighting words. Good.

I’ve barely begun to stroke her when she’s going harder at me, her fingers taking me two knuckles at a time. Perhaps that doesn’t sound too interesting to some of you, but you best keep in mind that Lorde has the kind of digits that more than make it a delectable experience. I can safely say that none of the others I’ve been with were this good at fingering me even when my legs were spread wide open and their tongues were right on my clit!

“You better deliver,” I mutter. “If I’m going to let you put your fingers in my pussy, I better get something good out of it.”

“Your wish is my command, your highness.”

I close my eyes and focus on the pleasure spreading through me. The source is Lorde’s dexterous fingers plunging in, the rest of her hand rubbing against my clit and my wet folds. I’m about to crumble from the inside. All I want is to throw myself intoorgasm. As if I were home alone, safe in my bed and touching myself. Instead, it’s Lorde touching me. Lorde. Sheen.

The girl who pissed me off so badly that I stormed into her apartment and proceeded to make out with her.

“Look at me,” she commands, making my eyes snap open as I approach the cusp of climax. “Look me in the eyes when you come. I want to know what you look like.”

While making me come harder, I’m sure! Because what other effect is this supposed to have on me? I’m looking right into Lorde’s passionately dark eyes in a darker room in one of the most respectable movie theaters in America. Her lips slightly part. So do mine. We don’t dare kiss when someone could look up and see us in this moment. It’s bad enough they would catch us locking gazes while we finger each other. Yup. That’s what my hand is doing now. Rubbing her whole slit and searching for her clit – oh, there it is. She jerks, sighing a moan that I barely hear. Between her gaze and that, I’m about to…

“That’s it.” Lorde’s voice is right in my ear but also a million miles away. Orgasm hits me, my inner walls closing in tightly around her fingers, refusing to let them go until I’m done riding out my pleasure. My eyes want to close. They can’t. They’re too busy looking for Lorde’s approval… which they get if I can count on that grin to be telling me the truth. “Come for me, Daisy. Come undone.”

Composure. Carefully trained composure I’ve been practicing since I was a girl in the world of the rich and famous. That’s the only thing keeping me from moaning on this public balcony. Do I want to, though! I want to thrust hard against Lorde’s fingers. I want to grab her wrist and feel it tremble in my grasp. I want to kiss her so hard that she throws me down on the floor and fucks me senseless. My thoughts are consumed with more than fingering while I ride out a long orgasm.

Lorde sits back in her seat, fingers going to her lips as she licks me off them. Her gaze never leaves mine. She’s making love to her fingers like she probably wishes she could make love to the place they just were.

“You’re exquisite, Daisy DeMonte.”

I crash back to reality.

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