Page 26 of Illicit Heir

I tease in her ear, "Ya want me to stop?"

"Don't ya dare!" she cries out.

"Then ya better keep working my cock," I threaten.

She doesn't disappoint me, continuing to keep our pace, working me like we've been together for years and are perfectly in sync.

Fire races through my veins. Another round of spasms hits her, and she squeezes my shaft so hard it overpowers me. Adrenaline floods my body.

"Fuuuuuck! Ya, naughty little vixen," I grit out, burying my face into her hair. I convulse harder than I have in the past, and my orgasm seems to last double what it normally does.

When it finally subsides, she's still shaking, slightly spasming against my depleted erection and gripping the top of the fridge. Her tiny whimpers turn quieter but don't disappear.

I don't move except for kissing her cheek and murmuring, "Such a good angel."

She inhales a ragged breath and pins her gaze on me over her shoulder. Her lips tremble, and I press mine against them, slowly exploring her mouth.

When her body relaxes more, I carefully step back to ensure she has her footing. I reach for her hands, remove them from the appliance, and spin her into me. Her flushed, exhausted expression only riles me further. "Ya were exceptional. Now ya get rewarded."

Confusion fills her expression. She barely manages to get out, "Wh-what do ya mean?"

My lips twitch. I give her a chaste kiss, then circle my arm around her waist, guiding her to the couch. "Sit down."

She obeys and gazes up at me with the same perplexed expression.

Everything about her looking at me like that riles me up again. She's beyond beautiful, and she has an innocence about her, even though she's a spitfire.

I kneel in front of her and slide my palms over her thighs. She shudders, and I chuckle.

She stutters, "Wh-what are ya d-doing?" She bites her lip, tilting her head.

"It's time to give ya your reward."

"I-I still don't understand."

"Just relax, angel," I croon, then glide my hands over her inner thighs. I extend my thumbs and pull open her pussy lips.

She gasps. "Devin—"

"Relax," I reiterate, then lick the bottom of her pussy to her clit.

"Good God," she mumbles.

I eat her out, suddenly feeling famished, needing to hear and feel her coming against my mouth. And while I took my time before, there are no lazy licks now. It's a full onslaught of anything I can do to get her there quickly.

She's already sensitive from all we've done, so it doesn't take long. When her moans and cries get louder and her quivers become more intense, I squeeze her throat, glancing up at her.

Her blues widen. Her body convulses into a battleground of tremors, and she doesn't take in any air.

I suck her until her eyes roll and a faint choking sound fills the air.

I wait another moment, then soften my grip on her but don't remove my hand. I lower my mouth and glide my tongue inside her pussy, reaching as far into her as possible.

A new sound I haven't heard flies out of her mouth. It makes me think of a mix of pleasure and relief, which drives me to explore her insides slowly.

"Oh God. Jesus, you're good," she says, so quietly I question if she actually said it. She laces her hand over the side of my head, gently caressing it as if she's finally relaxed.

It makes me wonder what it would be like to have a lazy Sunday with her, with nothing to do but manipulate her body.

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