Page 8 of The Heiress

No. Noway.

Whatever words I was going to say next disappear. It’s like Lorde’s expression is passing onto me. By the way, did I know that I was straddling her hips like no big deal?

Oh. My. God.

She’s smiling like this is the best day of her life!

Either Lorde Sheen is secretly into dominatrixes, or she’s been this attracted to me for a while now. I don’t know what to think. Other than that’s a hand brushing against my skirt as if she’s simultaneously trying to avoid touching me while also thinking about going for it. All I’m wearing underneath my skirt is a pair of black undies. It wouldn’t take much at all for her to touch me right in my waiting…

What the fuck am I thinking!

I nearly topple over the bed when I realize I’m fantasizing about screwing her. Once I catch my balance again, I look down, meeting a burning, aroused gaze.“I want you,”Lorde’s blazing browns say.“I want to fuck you if nothing else.”

No words necessary. This woman wants me. That’s as clear to me as the heat rushing to my pussy and saying sure, why not?

Why not? Why not?How about because she’s a total asshole and I have a very strict “don’t fuck assholes” policy? How about because two minutes ago I was chewing her out, and the one thing I shouldn’t do is reward her stupidity with, uh, my pussy?

I bet she would love that. I bet she would love to slam me down on this bed and go at me until I incessantly come.

Wow. Where did that come from?

Only a few seconds have passed, but in those few seconds, my brain has done a terrible 180. We’ve gone from wanting to kill this jerk to wanting to fuck her!

As if she’s on the same wavelength as me, Lorde lifts herself onto her elbows and meets my kiss halfway. Her lips are more locked on mine than mine are on hers.

She’s a maniac. A kissing killer. Somehow, in ten seconds, she’s managed to transform me from a rampaging psycho to a famished woman who wants nothing buther.

I’ve never experienced a kiss like this before. Let alone when I’m straddling a woman’s lap, her body stirring directly beneath me, threatening to take me right here. I almost want her to. Wouldn’t it be great if we could get this over with? Before my senses return to me and I realize what a horrible mistake this is?

Come on, Lorde. Take me over. Consume me. Fuck me like it’s real.

Her tongue darts into my mouth, slamming against mine and attempting to penetrate my throat. Her chest pushes harder against mine, the soft material of her sports bra grazing the top of my exposed breast. I already feel like we’re having sex.Everything is heating up. My skin.Herskin. That place between my thighs that realizes we have access to someone hungry for nothing but us. I bet she’s as good as the tabloids imply. I bet Lorde Sheen knows how to fuck hard and rough, taking a girl for a wild ride until she bursts all over the place. The shivers!

I’ve yet to really react. Passively sitting here, accepting her hungry kisses, is all I can do. When her passion softens into a chaste bite to my lower lip, I sigh, eyes rolling back in my head. Now I’m the one initiating a kiss. Long. Meandering. Demanding compensation for what she so erroneously said about me in that article.

“You said I’m a kinky slut! You said I had threesomes and orgies and whatever the fuck else the editor had to censor!”Shit, I wish that was true. When I’m in the mood, I start fantasizing about all sorts of crazy scenarios. Right now, I’m fantasizing about the wild way Lorde Sheen could do me. I want the whole kit of nasty. The crass words, the spanks to my ass, the hair pulling, the hands pushing me down, the toys she probably keeps around here somewhere... even for her own pleasure…

I’ve never done that before. I want to do it right now.

“Knew you wanted me,” Lorde groans against my lips. “You don’t kiss like no prude.”

“Do I look like one?” My bright red nails tug against my blouse, showing her my exposed breast again. If I rock right in her lap, the mound jiggles and we both appreciate that spectacle. I like the way it feels and based on how much she’s heating up beneath my ass, she likes the way it looks. In case she still thinks I’m a prude, I kiss her, my tongue running along her perfect teeth and my hands exploring her torso. I tug on her sports bra. Her eyebrows mount her forehead as she takes the hint. Oh, boy. There she goes, pulling her bra over her head, shaggy dark hair shaking out – but I only have eyes for her breasts that taunt me to put them in my mouth andinhale.

I bet she squeals if you suck her nipples. Girly squeals. If she doesn’t, I’ll swear off sex.

“You know what I want right now?” I say without thinking, my thighs grinding against her jeans. “I want you to fuck me. Do it now, before I realize what the hell I’m doing with you.”

Her groan grows louder, arms encircling me, hands grabbing my ass and yanking up my skirt. I can’t believe how strong she is. This woman could toss me like a stone and not break a sweat! Could she toss me around a bit? Throw me around and show me how unbelievable she is? I’m limber and eager enough to take it.Take it. That’s what I want to do. I want to feel my clothes ripped from my body and her body surging into mine on the road to breaking every piece of me so I can be born anew.

“I would love to fuck you, Daisy.” Oh, my God. Is that what my whole name sounds like from her? I didn’t know my name could sound sonaughty. “What do you think I’ve been thinking about ever since meeting you?”

“I dunno. What?”

She lifts against me, her breasts brushing against my chest. I’m still wearing my top, so I can’tfeelher, but I can imagine. God knows I can imagine all sorts of things right now!

“I want to fuck this prissy perfect girl streak out of you. I want to fuck you so hard and good that you forget who you are and why you care so much about your image. Get me? You’ll be squirming on me and begging for things that good girls don’t know exist.”

I’m melting in her arms. She’s almost got me. I’m halfway to spreading my legs wider so she can do that to me.

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