Page 48 of The Heir
Hell, he probably already does which is probably why I'm in this situation to begin with.
I jerk against his hold on my hand and arch hard enough to get him to release my nipple, and he looks down at me. I narrow my eyes at him as he sucks my fingers into his mouth, sounding very happy and pleased with himself. Arrogant ass.
"You can't just go aroundabducting people!"I grit up at him. "Let me up, take me home, and ask me on a fucking date like anormal person!"Though I'm weak, I yell this last part, aware I probably look crazy.
But King just grins at me, shifts his hips a little and uses his free hand to unbuckle his pants, pushing it down past his hips.
I'm still shooting off who knows what, trying to convince him to be reasonable when I look down and see him between my legs, pumping himself to the tip. My eyes widen and I feel the blood rush out of my head at the size of him.
The man's got a monster cock. The thickest I've ever seen in my life. It's veiny, long, andheavylooking.
I gasp as I whip my head back to look up at him, pleading for a different reason. "No, King, no. You can't do this, you can't abduct me then fuck me withth-that thing."
"Stop panicking and relax, baby. It's going to hurt if you tense up." King leans down to kiss me, quieting my protests.
My entire being is torn with lust and confusion.
He suddenly lets me go and I arch hard against him, trying to scoot away for a different reason now, but it's a futile effort. King lays his body on top of me, kissing my neck, pulling me backby my hair until I'm staring deep into his eyes while he swirls himself against me, coating himself with my juices before he notches theverybroad tip of his cock to my entrance, spreading me apart.
I feel dizzy.
Looking up at him I pant, however, the desperate sounds between us don't move him. Determination is etched in the tightness of his jaw, the lock of his eyes on mine. Stern, yet filled with white hot desire that I don't ever want to look away from.
"K-King, it's not going to f-f-fit," I stammer. To my chagrin I begin to tremble as my nerves swamp me, overtaking my senses. At the thought of being taken by him I slicken in between my legs even more, and at the tip of his mouth I can tell he feels it too as it passes over his dick wetly.
I'm so fucked up for liking this.
King reaches down between us, and begins to rub a rough fingertip against my clit, pushing me to another orgasm with no mercy.
I moan, curling my toes as I arch my back off the floor and harder into his mouth. He rips his mouth from mine then sucks my nipple back into his mouth.
"King I-I'll go out with you. I promise I would have-"
Feeling my orgasm slam into me suddenly at the next nibble of his teeth I jerk hard under him, digging my nails into his shoulders and hang on for dear life. King suddenly grunts, moving fast at the first hard throb of my pussy. I arch my back on a wild scream, pressing my breasts into his chest as he slams himself all the way inside of me until I feel his balls slap against my ass.
"Oh God, Isobel. Fucckkk," he groans, rolling his hips until I feel him pressing at the back of my pussy. He buries his head in my neck and goes very still. He lets go of my hands, letting me adjust. My hand flies to his back, digging my nails in.
My thighs shake against his heaving torso, his skin warm and soft against mine. It feels so right.
My eyes are wide as I just stare up at the ceiling trying to get a handle on myself as every sensation imaginable passes over me in waves. It's a very disconcerting feeling, to feel so stuffed full like this. He's touching, stretching every inch of me, and the first thing I notice is my lack of air.
After I screamed myself hoarse, I haven't been able to barely breathe. Buthe'sbreathing. The warm little puffs of air against my neck giving me goosebumps. His damp skin is pressed tightly to mine, the hard ridges of his abdomen rise and fall softly against my belly, his thick hips keep my thighs spread wide for him.
I make a small ragged sound as I work hard to suck in a lung full of air. And somehow, even that simple action sets me off. I'm too full everywhere. He pulls away from my neck to look down at me, his hot gaze dragging over my face as if he's trying to memorize every feature.
Our heavy breathing is the only noise between us. It's overbearingly intimate.
As his skin slides over mine, my mind races thinking about our interactions over the last few months: every time I'd hand him a document in his office and our fingers would brush. When I would look up from explaining a design idea to him just to see him staring at me with a look I now know to be hunger. The way he'd asked me to leave Christopher and be his.
Overwhelmed, I place a hand on my mouth that he quickly pulls away, entwining his fingers with mine and begins to thrust rhythmically. He's taking over my senses and I'm trapped in this cage of his will, in between his body and the floor of the limo.
And at this moment there's no where else I'd rather be.
Our eyes lock as he drags his cock across my swollen pussy, and the echoing slap of his balls tapping my ass while he thrusts inside me makes me wild. I never thought I would have liked something so simple.
He pulls his head back, lets my hands go, and then brackets me with his arms, banding my head with his hands and then tilts his head down and begins to talk to me, staring into my eyes the whole time while he tells me what a stubborn girl I am.
"But I would have went out with you," I whimper, trying to make him understand. "H-Hendrix-"
