Page 29 of Cruel Heir

“Andre,please—” I stare at him fearfully as he slips the condom out, his hand grasping his cock at the base as he rolls it down the shaft. He steps behind me, his hand caressing the side of my ass, and I blink back tears; every muscle in my body tensed all over again.

“Relax,Lucia, and it will be easier.” He angles his cock between my thighs, rubbing the swollen tip between my soaked folds. I feel my back arch despite myself, even though I’m still sore from earlier,even though everything in my head shouts at me to resist. I feel the cold metal of the car pressing against the front of me, the heat of his body behind me, and arousal throbs through me as his fingers slide through my folds, collecting it on his fingertips.

“So wet for me,” he purrs. “Earlier wasn’t enough for you, was it,principessa?” There’s that mocking tone in his voice again, rubbing in the way I can’t seem to resist him, even when I want to try.

“You could just fuck me again. Like—like we always do.” I hate the pleading sound in my voice, the way I’m almost begging him, but I’m terrified of what I think he’s about to try.

Andre chuckles, his fingertips sliding higher, circling my tight hole, spreading my arousal. “Oh no, Lucia. You’re not getting out of it that easily. After all, with the way you react, I’m not so sure that fucking youthe way we always dois a punishment for you. I think you’d enjoy it, having me fuck your sweet pussy over the front of my car.”

He angles his cock between my cheeks, his tip pressing against where his fingers were a moment before, and I hear his anticipatory breath as he pushes forward just a little. It’s just enough for me to feel what the stretch will be like, in a moment, and I shake my head, breathless with fear.

“No—I’m not wet enough. It’s going to hurt—”

“Not if you relax,principessa.” Andre groans, his hands gripping my ass as he spreads me, his hips pushing forward. “Keep your hands above your head, Lucia,” he reminds me, just as I feel the tip of his cock breach me, stretching me with a burning pain that makes me gasp aloud.

“Andre!” I cry out, forgetting what he warned about the security, forgetting about anything other than the size of his cock as he starts to push deeper, thrusting into my ass as I bite my lip and squirm beneath him.

“God, I love when you say my name.” He pushes another inch, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of my ass. “You look so fucking gorgeous like this,dolcezza. Stretched out over my car, my cock in your perfect ass.” Andre laughs darkly, pushing deeper still, holdingme pinned against the car as I try to writhe away from the pressure and pain. “My little mafia princess, getting fucked in the ass for being a bad girl. For trying to run away.”

His hips snap forward, burying himself to the hilt, and I let out a strangled cry. My hips jerk, but there’s nowhere to go, nothing I can do other than lie there beneath him as he presses as deeply as he can into me, rocking against me as he groans with pleasure.

“Fuck, all of you is so fucking tight—” He starts to slide out, the sensation strange and still painful, but I feel one of his hands dip beneath my hip, slipping below me as his fingers spread my folds. I realize what he’s about to do the moment before his fingertip caresses my clit, and I shake my head, moaning.

“No, Andre,please—”

“Oh yes,principessa. You’re going to come with my cock in your ass.” He thrusts again, making my hips buck forward against his hand, trapped between pain and pleasure. “I want to feel you squeeze me when you come. You’re going to enjoy it. I’m going to teach you to love every way that I can fuck you, until you beg for my cock in every hole.”

Andre thrusts with every sentence, the burn of his length as it slides in and out of my ass, pushing me into his softly circling fingers, rubbing a blissfully pleasurable pattern over my swollen clit, until tears are dripping down my cheeks from both the pain and the need to come. I buck against his hand as he thrusts into me, groaning as he holds himself there for a moment, his cock throbbing in my ass.

“Once you’re pregnant,” he murmurs, his fingers moving more quickly over my clit, “I’m going to fuck you in every hole as often as I like. I’ll fill up your mouth with my cum, your ass, every place I can’t let myself come right now.” His hips grind into me, pushing me closer to the edge as his fingertips flutter over the spot that he knows feels best to me, driving me insane with pleasure, withneed—

I onlyjustremember to keep my hands above my head as I start to come, my palms pressed against the cold metal as I buck up against him, taking more of him into my ass as I do, coming hard on his fingers and his cock. I hear his deep, growling laugh behind me as hethrusts once more, driving me through the orgasm, my body shaking and convulsing beneath him. I taste blood as I bite my lip, trying not to scream, not to let everyone hear me as I come with my husband’s cock buried in my ass, the shame overwhelming me.

Andre pulls free suddenly, groaning, his hand hard on my hip. “You come so hard for me,principessa,” he murmurs, his voice teasing, thick with lust. I hear the sound of him rolling the condom off, and when he turns me suddenly, my back to the car, I see how achingly hard he is. I can see every vein standing out along his length, his tip swollen and angry, glistening with his arousal. “You want me so much, no matter what you say.”

He steps forward, closing in on me, and my legs part without meaning to. His hand cups my cheek, his lips a breath away from mine, and I feel sure that he’s going to kiss me. Everything in me wants to slap him, to twist away—and at the same time, I want to feel his lips on mine. I want him to sit me on the edge of the hood and sink into me, and make me come again.

“Do you want me to fuck youinthe car?” There’s still that teasing note to his voice, that glint of heat in his eyes. “Do you want to be fucked in a Ferrari,principessa? On my lap? Or do you want me to fuck you right here?”

I tell myself that it’s because his security could walk by, that they might even be able to see us on the cameras right now, that I want any privacy that I can get. But I know that’s not the only reason that I whisper “in the car,” as I look up at him, the now-familiar ache of desire throbbing between my legs as Andre smirks and wraps his arm around my waist, tugging me away from the car and towards the passenger’s side.

He opens the door, sliding in as he brings me with him, his legs stretched out in front of him as he pulls me into his lap. I can’t bring myself to tell himnoagain, that I don’t want it, because it would be a lie. I hate that I want him so much, hate that I moan when I feel him nudge between my thighs again, bare and hot, as he sinks his cock into me. He pulls me down against him, my breasts pressing against his chest, his hand on the back of my head as he brings me in for akiss. I hate that my fingers twist in his shirt, pulling it off of him, wanting toseehim as he grinds up into me, groaning, his other hand on my hip as his tongue slides into my mouth.

“So good,principessa,” Andre murmurs against my lips, his voice sweet and coaxing. My clit rubs against him with every rock of his hips, every thrust, swollen and sensitive, and I already know I’m going to come again for him. All the pain from before has blurred into pleasure, and that’s all I feel as he rolls his hips against me, his mouth seeking mine out again, sweet and passionate in a way that confuses me and makes me want him, all at the same time.

“Andre—” I breathe his name, unable to stop myself this time, not pleading for him to stop, but for him to keep going. He feels so good, thick and hot inside of me, and every nerve feels raw and bared. I press my hands against his chest, fingers running through the soft hair, and I’ve forgotten that someone could see, that he’s fucking me in the garage, in his car, and that I’m not supposed to want this at all.

“God, you’re going to make me come.” His hand slides through my hair, pressing against the back of my head, pulling my mouth back to his. I’ve never kissed anyone but him, but I can tell that he knows how to kiss, that the soft brush of his lips and the way he sucks my lower lip between them is all meant to bring me pleasure, to show me how well he can do this. His tongue glides against mine, the groan that he lets out vibrating against my mouth, and I try to find his rhythm, rolling my hips against his as he thrusts into me.

“I’ve never been on top before,” I whisper uncertainly. “Except—that morning—but it wasn’t the same—”

“You’re doing perfectly,” he croons, matching my rhythm, his hand stroking my hip as the other caresses my hair. “You feel so good,dolcezza. You could ride me all night. Don’t you feel how hard I am? So fucking hard, and it’s all for you—”

The praise floods through me, soaking into my veins, filling me with a bright pleasure that seems to push me closer to the edge. I moan as he kisses me again, still whispering those same words against my lips as I feel him swell inside of me, hot and impossibly hard, and I know he’s going to come. I feel it even before he groans itagainst my mouth, and I forget that I shouldn’t want it, that his cum inside of me is thelastthing I want. I rock into him, squeezing around his cock as I feel my orgasm start to unspool through me. The pleasure makes me arch and writhe against him, and I hear him gasp, feel him kiss me hard as he thrusts up into me once more—and then the hot flood of his release joins mine, and I’m entirely lost for a moment as we both come together.

I feel like I’m floating for a moment, beyond thinking, beyond anything but the pure bliss rippling through me. Andre’s hands are all over me, his voice whispering words I don’t quite hear, and then I feel myself crashing back down to reality. I arch away from him, fear flooding me, remembering that I was trying to run, that he caught me, that all of that led to this.

His eyes are glazed with pleasure, his face relaxed, his hands resting on my hips. He feels me tense, like a bird poised to fly, and holds me against him so I can’t move.

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