The Wild Heir(70)

“Try me.” I hear the smile in her voice.

Oh, fuck me.

I manage to swallow. “Do you know what you’re asking for?”

A pause. “Then tell me.”

This is a side of her I didn’t think I’d see so soon. Maybe touching me has riled her up the same way it’s made me fucking stiffer than cement.

“Is this an official question?”

“I’m not singing it.”

“Well I’m going to answer it anyway.”

She moves her hands around the sides of my waist, letting them run over the hard ridges of my abs, down, down. Stopping just at the waistband.

My breath hitches in my throat.

She reaches further and slowly slides her palm down, down, down, over the hardened length of my cock.

My eyes flutter back in my head.

Sweet Jesus.

She grips it, hard.

Helvete.

There is no holding back now.

I whip around and grab her face, her beautiful, sweet face and kiss her more wildly, more violent and desperate than I’ve ever felt before. Her mouth is warm silk as my tongue thrusts inside, wanting to claim every wet inch, and her skin feels like the best version of heaven.

Valhalla.

A small whimper escapes her lips and into my mouth and her hands are on my bare chest, trying to push me back, but I can’t wait. Not anymore.

I grab her roughly, and with a grunt, whirl her around and throw her on the bed. She bounces on it, her mouth open in surprise.

I reach down and pull off my boxers.

Not hiding anything now.

She’s breathless and wide-eyed as she stares at my naked, massive cock for the first time. It’s just the reaction I want. Actually, she’s looking slightly intimidated, which isn’t bad for my ego.

“Do you know I’ve thought of this every single night from the moment I first saw you?” I tell her hoarsely. “Do you know how badly I’ve wanted you? Do you know how much I’ve dreamed of doing exactly this?”

“Stop talking and show me,” she says breathily.

I didn’t expect her to say that.

But fuck does it ever spur me on, especially in that fuck me voice of hers.

Whatever restraints that were holding me back are now snapping loose, and the animal inside is coming out to play, to hunt, to take what’s his, what he needs and desires more than anything.

Ella, every way I can get her.

I prowl onto the bed, my cock jutting out, as I put my hands on her thighs and spread her legs, hiking her dress up to her waist.

She’s wearing just a thin pair of cotton underwear, the type I could make transparent in seconds. In fact, it looks like she doesn’t need much help. She’s wet like anything.

I bring my finger to the edge of her panties and pull it aside, exposing her bare, glistening flesh.

“Helvete,” I murmur, taking her all in. “You’re so fucking gorgeous, you know that? Perfectly pink, wet, and, god, I bet you’re tight.”

She lets out a soft gasp at that, tensing up. Then I can tell she’s willing herself to relax. I don’t even know if she’s had anyone go down on her before but I guess it doesn’t really matter, does it? My goal tonight is to make sure my name is the only name she’ll ever remember screaming.

“Does this feel good?” I ask her, trailing my fingers up and up and up until they brush against her clit.

She gasps again, her head rolling from side to side, her hands grasping the blanket.

“Tell me,” I demand.

“Yes,” she whispers, trying to raise her head to look at me. It drops back down once I start rubbing her in tiny circles. Over and over, tighter and tighter.

Part of me wants to take my time.

The other part wants her to come right now, all over my hand, all over my face.

I know what part will win out tonight.

Without saying a word, I bend down and start licking up her soft naked thighs until she shivers and moans, until goosebumps erupt all over her sensitive skin.

I slide my fingers into her cunt, wet and wanting, just as I’d imagined it would be. She’s practically melting into my touch and my fingers melt into her.

“Feel how soaked you are,” I moan, kissing briefly down her legs. “God, I want you to come in my mouth, all over my face. I want to drink you all up for days.”

At that, she stiffens. She’s used to my vulgar mouth, but she’s not used to the dirty talk.

Only one way to get her used to it.

“Do you want that?” I ask, pulling my head back to look at her. “Do you want me to keep fucking you with my fingers?” I push my fingers deeper inside her, causing her back to arch. “Or maybe my mouth?”

“Yes,” she cries out.

I grin, sliding three fingers in this time. She grips them like a fucking vise.

“Yes what?”

“Yes, god Magnus, everything. Give me everything.”

Fuck me.

If she keeps talking like that, I’m going to come right here, right now.

Actually, why the fuck not?

While I lean over and start teasing my tongue up her thighs again, inhaling her sweet, intoxicating scent, I take my other hand and start sliding it up and down my hard cock, my grip light and quick for now.

“Fuck,” I moan, and she reaches down and grabs the top of my head, her fingers sinking into my hair as I move my face between her legs. My lips meet her swollen ones and I tease her clit with the tip of my finger before sliding my tongue along her cleft and plunging it inside her.