Page 80 of The Heir
"You know what to do, love." He cocks his head to the side, furrowing his brow.
He's right. I do. Another shiver zips down my spine as I lower my lips to the head of his cock. Taking a gentle swipe with my tongue, I savor the flavor of his precum mixed with my slick. I run my tongue around the ridge of his crown, paying special attention to the underside. He jolts when I flick my tongue over the most sensitive spot.
"Fuck, love," he says through gritted teeth. "Relax. Open your mouth."
As if bewitched, I do. No stupid comment. No bratty joke. I just open my mouth and lay his cock head on my flattened tongue.
"Good fucking girl." He gently cups my cheek for a moment, allowing me the tiniest smile, but quickly slides his hand to the back of my head. I suck in a deep breath and relax my throat as best I can.
Dante lets out a deep, rumbling groan as he slides his cock over my tongue. The first thrust is the most gentle, the only semblance of mercy I receive. I try my best to stay relaxed, but I can't help the saliva that runs down my chin, down my neck.
When I look up at him while tears gather in my eyes, he bites his lower lip and throws his head back. "Fuckinghell, Melody!"
He rips his cock away and hisses out a breath. I cough for a second, gasping for air.
"Are you ready to be my good girl again?" He traces the path of a tear that spilled down my cheek. All I can do is nod. "Good. Lay back for me, darling."
I feel like I'm strung tighter than a violin. Every nerve in my body fires at the same time as I roll over, waiting for his touch. He rakes his gaze up and down my figure, fisting his cock. My mouth watersagain, the thirsty bitch. He just had his whole cock down my throat; I shouldn't have any saliva left.
But I do. Fuck.
Dante watches me lick my lips, and he fuckin' smirks.Again. Fuck my life. My whole body tenses as he practically pounces on me, his hands roaming everywhere,all at once—he anchors himself with a bite to my neck, slipping a finger into my absolutelydrenchedcunt.
"Oh, love, did that turn you on? You're such a good fucking girl. Such a dirty fucking slut." His whispered words make goosebumps erupt down my arm.
"Shut the fuck up and fuck me," I demand, then think better of my decision. "Please. Please fuck me, Dante."
"That's my girl," he grunts, sliding his cock between my lips again. With a feral thrust, he penetrates medeep. I feel him bottom out, and I have to slap my hand over my mouth to keep the pathetic moan from spilling out. God, I can't believe I'm already this close to orgasm. He fucked me for, like, half a second before taking my throat.
But that's just what he does to me. That's my man. And I'll kill any bitch that looks at him sideways.
"What are you thinking about, love?" He releases his teeth from my neck. "You're deep in thought."
"Nothing! Well—maybe a little something. Maybe I was thinking about how I'd rip the skin off any woman who dares to touch my man." I can feel the blush rising from my chest to my cheeks.
"Fucking… god, Melody. I love you so fucking much."
His kiss isn't gentle. It isn't loving—well, it is a little bit. But itconsumesme. It lights me ablaze and burns me to charred ash. It permeates my physical being, all the way down to my very soul. His lips steal my breathand my sanity. Not that I had much to begin with, but I don't care. I don't care a lick. I care that my husband is holding me in his strong, tattooed arms.
I care that he devours me like I'm his last meal.
I care that he'smine.
I'm nearly boneless when he finally releases me, gasping for breath, but his hands latch onto my hips and fucks me with primal abandon.
"Are you ready for another baby?" Dante asks through panting gasps. "Or more?"
"What?"
"You heard me," he huffs. "You fucking heard me. You looked so beautiful, full and round, and I want to see it again. And again, and again, and fucking again."
Well, when he puts it like that—who am I to say no?
"Yes," I nod. "Yes, again, more, fuckinggiveme—"
His hands fly from my hips. One slips over my mouth, stifling my mumbled words. The other cups the back of my head and tangles in my hair. I gasp against his fingers as he tightens his grip, giving me atinybit of pain along with the heavenly pleasure of his cock. I throw my legs around his waist, locking him in, and I feel his cock get even harder.
I didn't know that was possible, but here we are. He sets his jaw and focuses on me, on my eyes, on the lustful face I'm making behind his hand. I want him. Iwant all of him. And he wants all of me—every facet of me.
