Page 22 of Illicit Heir

He thrusts slowly, squeezing my throat tighter, brushing his lips against mine, challenging, "Tell me to stop."

A moment passes. He inches closer and glides his tongue into my mouth, urgently flicking it against mine, the sweet remnants of whiskey bursting on my taste buds.

My good sense flies out the window and can't resist him any longer. I return his kiss, grinding my body onto his hand.

He removes it, circles it around my body, and unfastens my jeans. He mutters against my lips, "I haven't heard ya protest, angel."

There's a split second where I tell myself to stop this, but the fire in his eyes and his body against mine make it impossible to listen. I stick my tongue back into his mouth, lacing my fingers into his hair, barely getting air into my lungs.

He shoves my pants to the floor, along with my thong. He releases me, tearing my pub shirt over my head and unfastening my bra. His large palm presses my shoulder. I fall to my ass on the mattress, and he pushes me onto my back.

He kneels on the ground, lifts my thighs over his shoulders, and thrusts two fingers inside me.

"Oh!" I moan, gripping the edge of the mattress.

"What do ya taste like, my little vixen?" he taunts, then kisses the inside of my thighs.

Delicious sensations hit me so hard that I squeeze my insides against his fingers.

"Fucking good lass," he praises, then tornadoes my clit with his tongue.

"Oh Jesus!" I cry out.

He chuckles but doesn't remove his mouth from my body; instead, he reaches up and once again circles his fingers around my throat, adding more pressure than before, and lifts my head off the bed. His lips curl around my clit, and he pins his steely gaze on mine. He demands, "Watch me eat you, my angel."

I couldn't disobey him if I wanted. He has me in a tight hold, but I wouldn't look away if I had the chance. The way he's manipulating every sensitive part I have, dominating me while studying my every reaction, turns me on even more.

Heat explodes in my body to the point sweat bursts out on my skin. I tighten my hold on the mattress, using it as leverage to grind my hips against him.

"Ya want it? Ya gotta earn it," he mumbles and slows everything down, moving his mouth back to my thighs.

A whine slips out of my mouth. Desperate. Incoherent. Needy for everything he's just done to me to resume.

Satisfaction flashes in his eyes, and he moves to my other thigh.

More of my whimpers fill the air, and I shudder.

He licks all around his fingers, then toward my clit, but he stops before he gets to it.

I reach for his head and try to hold him there, grinding harder. But he's too strong. He only stays where I want him when it's his plan.

He creates a pattern, sucking and licking me to the point I'm going to fly over the edge but always stopping me before I do. Then he moves back to my thighs or teases the rest of my pussy.

No one's ever spent so much time focusing on my pleasure yet not allowed me to have it. Any man I've ever been with was only worried about theirs. And even though adrenaline fills my cells, I haven't hit the crest. My body quivers harder and harder with sneak peeks of what's to come until he releases his grip on my throat slightly, and I beg him, crying out his name.

Then it happens. He tightens his grip on my throat to the point I can't breathe, sucks my clit hard, and a surge of endorphins consumes me.

My body convulses so violently I see stars. A gush of fluid bursts from me, pushing me higher.

My alarm blares into the air, alerting us that the hour is up. I blink hard, returning to reality.

Devin's gaze comes back into view. He softens his grip on my throat. His expression flares with more heat. He grits his teeth and demands, "Tell me to keep going, angel."

My orgasm withers. I keep shaking but want nothing more than to get back the sensations he's given me. So, I swallow hard against his fingers, giving him a pleading look.

"Tap into your vixen side and tell me." He sucks again on my pussy.

Another round of adrenaline rushes through me, and he tightens his grip once more. I arch my back and cry out.

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