Page 5 of Vicious Heir

Fuuuuck, that feels so good.

“Why not?”

“Because I get to taste a beautiful woman. I get to give you something you need. It’s not often in life we can easily solve someone else’s problems, but here I am.” He sinks two fingers slowly inside me, and I arch into it, greedy and mindless.

“That feels so good,” I whisper.

“Good, baby, that’s good.” He licks my pussy as his fingers fill me. Holy shit, I feel like I’m going to burst. “You taste as good as you look. I’ll be honest, I don’t normally indulge during my parties, but you’re an exception.”

“I feel… honored… oh, god.”

He sucks my clit, and his tongue rolls around as his fingers glide in and out. “You’re not honored, Lucy. You’reworshippedright now. Your pussy is perfect, so pink, tight, and wet. Your nipples are lovely and stiff, and your moans sound like heaven. I love the way you’re trying to talk while your eyes roll back. Your body’s sotense. You’re like a string I’m toying with, and I want to tear you in half. I want to break you, Lucy. I want to make you shatter on my mouth, and when you’re finished, I’m going to fill you to the brim. Do you want that?”

“Yes,” I pant, breathing fast and shallow. Every muscle is tensed. “Yes, I want it.”

“You want to come for me, baby?”

“Please, please,pleasemake me come,” I say, resorting to begging.

Me, Lucy Willing-Morris,begging.

I’ve never, not in my whole life.

And yet Adriano’s true to his word, because I’m someone else right now.

I’m a woman lying spread on this man’s couch, getting pleasured out of my freaking mind, and that’s more than enough.

He keeps going, licking my pussy, focusing now on getting me off. I grip his hair tighter, moving my hips against his mouth, getting his face wet and messy. He doesn’t seem to mind. His fingers fill me deeper and deeper, and I’m right there on the edge, my eyes rolling back.

“You messy, needy fucking girl,” he whispers, grinding his fingers and curling them. “Look at you, filthy fucking girl, ready to come for me.”

Fuck. That does it.

I break for him. Just like he wanted. I come against his mouth, and he eagerly licks me through it, growling like a beast, clearly loving it. His enthusiasm only makes my orgasm hit that muchharder, and by the time I’m coming back down, there are black spots in my vision.

“That’s a good girl,” he says, kissing me, making me taste my pussy on his lips. And I don’t even mind. It’s salty and nice, just like him. “God, you’re so pretty. So fucking beautiful. All wet on my couch, moaning and writhing, getting what you need and giving me what I want. You’re a good girl, aren’t you? Tell me you’re good.”

“I’m a good girl,” I whimper.

“That’s right you are.” He leans back and unbuckles his pants. “But I’m not finished with you yet. I want to fuck you until your mind is quiet, Lucy. I want your brain silenced while I fill you to the brim and get what I want. Can you do that for me, baby?”

“Please,” I say, mouth hanging open. “I want it.”

“That’s such a good girl.” He kisses me eagerly. “Learning what I like already. Begging like the filthy fucking slut you are.”

I suck in a breath. I’ve never been talked to like this before. But I guess now I know what he meant by vocal.

His dick is long and thick. He strokes himself as he kisses me, then teases my entrance with his tip. I squeeze his ass, wiggling my hips, wanting him, impatient for it. I’m breathing hard as he slowly sinks inside, and he stretches me out in a way I’ve never felt before.

“Oh, shit,” I groan in his ear as he holds me tight. His dick slowly moves back and forth, getting my wetness all over him, before sinking in deeper. “Oh, shit, you’re big.” I let out a giddy, stupid laugh.

He chuckles and bites my ear. “Are you complaining? Good girls don’t complain.”

“No,” I say, moaning now as he moves, grinding in and out. “No, god, I’m not complaining at all.”

“That’s right, baby, because you like being my messy little toy. Do you enjoy it when I fill you to the brim? Do you like when I fuck you, baby?”

“God, yes,” I gasp as he moves faster. The couch rocks as he latches his mouth to my right nipple, fucking me with a steady, deep rhythm. Each pound is like a tattoo of bliss inked right onto my brain. “I want to be good for you, Adriano. I want to be messy and good.”

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