Page 76 of Blood Heir

I groan, breathing heavy, savoring how completely she wraps around me—warm, slick, pulsing, like her body is made to take every inch of me.

I pull back again—teasing—feeling the friction, the wet glide of her inner walls clinging to me. And again, I thrust forward, hard and deep, filling her to the hilt.

She gasps, her moans breaking into these sweet little whimpers that only drive me wilder.

I start to build a rhythm now—pulling out, driving back in, every thrust deep and each one forcing another breathless moan from her lips. Her hands grip my shoulders now, holding tight as her body rocks with every powerful thrust.

Then I shift my hips—just slightly—rolling them as I push forward. The new angle changes everything.

I feel it immediately—the way I slide against that spot inside her, slightly to the right, the tender spot that makes her breath hitch and her legs tremble around me.

Her eyes widen, her mouth falling open with a gasp as I hit it again. And again.

“Right there…” she pants, her voice breathless, desperate. “Oh my God—right there.”

I grind my hips in small circles now, keeping that angle, letting the head of my cock rub perfectly along her most sensitive spot, feeling her walls flutter and tighten with every roll.

My breathing grows ragged, my chest pressing into hers as I fight to hold on, wanting to drag this out, to feel every quiver of her body around me.

She can’t even form words now—just nodding desperately, her moans getting louder, higher-pitched as her climax begins to build again under the relentless pressure.

Her nails dig into my back, her legs tightening around my waist as I grind into her with deep, rolling thrusts, hitting that perfect spot inside her over and over.

I can feel her right on the edge, trembling under me, breath hitching with every deep roll of my hips. I want more. I want to push her further—to watch her lose herself completely.

I slow my thrusts, just for a moment, and slide my hands beneath her thighs. She lets out a little gasp as I lift her legs, raising them high and resting her calves on my shoulders, folding her open for me.

The change in angle is devastating.

As I push back into her, I sink even deeper. I feel her tight, wet heat stretching to take me fully, the head of my cock pressing hard against her sweetest spot with every inch.

“Oh my God,” she whimpers, voice trembling, eyes wide, helpless under me. Her hips twitch instinctively, trying to pull me even deeper.

I lean forward, folding her a little more, pressing my chest against her legs, my face hovering above her trembling body. I kiss along her calf, trailing my lips up the soft, delicate skin, tasting the warmth of her. My breath is hot against her skin as I move up higher, planting wet kisses on the arch of her foot.

Her breathing stutters as I take her foot gently into my hand and draw her toes to my mouth. I close my lips around them, sucking softly, letting my tongue swirl along the tips, tasting her.

The way her body reacts—God, it’s perfect.

She moans loudly, her hands gripping the sheets tighter, her chest rising and falling in quick, shallow gasps as she watches me take her feet into my mouth, my cock still buried deep inside her.

I feel her walls clench around me again, pulsing with every deep, slow thrust. My breathing grows heavier, rougher, and I growl softly around her toes, my voice vibrating against her skin.

I release her foot with a wet pop, my hands tightening around her thighs to steady her as I start thrusting again—slow at first, then deeper, stronger, feeling every inch as I slide into her slick heat.

The angle now is perfect—I can feel my cock press against her spot with every grind of my hips, every roll sending her higher.

Her head tips back against the sheets, her mouth falling open in a desperate, breathless cry.

“Fuck, baby—yes…. Oh my God, you’re so deep…” she whimpers, her voice high and thin, trembling as her orgasm threatens to overwhelm her again.

Her legs tense on my shoulders, her feet flexing as I thrust into her over and over, my strokes long and deep, my hips grinding in tight little circles at the end of every thrust, dragging my length along every sensitive inch inside her.

“Look at me, Fee,” I whisper hoarsely, my voice thick with heat. “I want to see your face when you come for me.”

Her eyes flutter open, glassy and wild, locking on mine as I drive into her again, hitting that perfect spot with ruthless precision.

Her whole body shudders, and I feel her tightening, her walls pulsing and gripping me as she falls apart beneath me once more.

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