Page 105 of Heir

She had the “fuck-me” eyes going, and it took every ounce of my self-control to not sayfuck all the responsibility bullshitand just give her what she wanted.

Her eyes roamed down my body, stopping on my tats before they moved down further.

She fucking loved my ink. All of them had been done by Dad. He used to be a tattoo artist when he first joined the club before we started bringing in more profits.

Gemma didn’t have any.

I felt conflicted about that. A part of me loved that she was fucking untouched—in all ways. Made just for me to tarnish.

My dirty little slut.

But on the other hand, I could see her skin covered in beautiful artwork.

I didn’t think she could do anything that would ever take away my attraction to her.

Her eyes stopped on my cock, and she licked her lips. I groaned and grabbed myself, squeezing the tip.

“You gotta stop looking at me like that, baby. I’m trying to be good.”

“Why?” she asked, a slight whine in her voice.

I laughed and shook my head.

“Do you, uh…”

Her voice trailed off, and I waited for her to finish.

“Will I get to taste you one of these days?”

I stiffened a little, though I didn’t think she noticed.

I didn’t answer her. Instead, I walked over to the bed and pulled the bedsheets away.

“Come on, pretty girl,” I said, grabbing her hands and pulling her off the bed. She stood in front of me, as naked as I was. I reached down and pulled on her pubic hair.

She gasped slightly.

“One of these days, I’m gonna take you to the salon and have the lady take away everything here.”

“All of it?” she asked, her voice breathless. Something told me she wouldn’t be completely opposed to the idea.

Fucking perfect.

She was fucking perfect for me.

“All of it,” I confirmed, moving my hand further down, my fingers delving into her slick folds.

Her eyes widened, her pupils dilated, and her mouth opened, but nothing came out. I moved up and down over her slit before I slipped my fingers inside, driving into her slowly, bringing her to the brink. Just when I felt like she was moments away from breaking apart, I pulled out of her.

She made a small noise in protest, and I wrapped my other arm around her middle, pulling her to my side as my fingers found her clit.

Her hands pushed against my chest as I assaulted the sensitive bundle of nerves, pressing in circles over and over until her legs trembled.

“Come for me,” I said. “Be my good girl and come on my fingers.”

I rubbed her clit, and a little mewling sound came from her lips as she shattered in my arms beautifully.

While she was still coming, I moved us to the bed and settled her over my lap.

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