Page 126 of The Devil's Heir
I lift myself up and pull him out. Slowly, I come down and impale myself on his big, beautiful cock.
"Shit, that feels good, baby."
"Oh, God… Does it ever."
I sink all the way down before sliding back up just to do it again. I love the way Jarek feels when he fills me.
"No panties? You're such a naughty girl, pauper," Jarek whispers, gripping my ass and pumping me up and down.
"Only for you, Sir," I whisper back and then claim his mouth with mine.
I gyrate against him, feeling his length hit deep inside me, and I moan, "Yes—God, Jarek. I love feeling you inside me."
"I love being inside you, Lily. You were made to be mine; I knew it all those years ago…" Jarek rips the t-shirt up and over my head before latching his mouth onto my breast.
I grip his hair, holding him against me while he suckles first one nipple, then the other. My head falls back, and mewling sounds escape me as he feasts upon my bare chest. My hips never stop working against him. The fire builds ever so slowly, nipping its way through me until I finally explode.
Jarek holds me in place as he thrusts into me repeatedly, and my orgasm crashes over me. I lose all control as he takes over, but I happily hand it to him because I know he will take very good care of me.
"It's my turn, pauper," Jarek states with a smirk, and then he stands.
I feel the cool surface of the table on my ass just before he pulls out and kneels before me. His mouth is on me faster than I can say his name, and I jerk from the sensitivity.
"Jarek…"
"Hmm?" he hums as he licks and laps at my slit and clit.
I lean back on my hands, lifting my legs so the heels of my feet rest on the edge of the table, opening myself up wider for him. Bringing one of my hands up, I cup his head, holding him there just like I had when he was enjoying my breasts.
"Oh, God, Jarek. With a mouth as sinful as yours, you truly are the devil," I pant as I throw my head back.
I feel the rumble of his chuckle against my sex just before he slides a finger into me. Jarek takes me to heights that I've never known. Whether it be with his cock, mouth, or fingers, he makes love to me with such wicked abandon I can't help but give myself over to him. He knows my body better than I do, and finally, after all these years, I trust Jarek Falcon to do with me as he may.
"Sacrifice yourself for this devil, my little pauper, and I promise to worship you for our lifetime and beyond," he replies and buries his face deeper, bringing me to yet another climax.
I'm still trying to recuperate from this last orgasm when he turns me so I'm belly down, bent over the table. Jarek slides into me slowly, filling me full of his girthy length and causing me to feel every little ridge pulsating with his need.
"Uh…" I mewl when he sinks all the in.
"You take me so well, pauper. I will never tire of you..." He pulls out just as slowly as he went in, then thrusts into me hard.
"Oh, God!"
Jarek chuckles and does it again.
"I don't know how much longer I can last, Liliana. The feel of me inside you drives me crazy." Jarek begins thrusting in and out at a steady pace.
His hand slides up my spine just before I feel it entangle itself in my hair. Closing his fist, he gives a gentle pull, and my back arches as my chest is lifted off the table.
"You're so fucking beautiful. You are my queen, Liliana. Always remember that."
At this point, Jarek picks up his pace and begins to really fuck me. He's no longer worried about making me come; he's chasing his own now. I want to help him by fucking myself back into him, but he has me held down, so I can't move. All I can do is accept everything he gives me.
"Fuck!"he roars as he thrusts into me hard and deep and stays there as his hot seed spurts into me.
Had you asked me almost five years ago if I saw myself living with Jarek and pregnant with the devil's heir, I'd laugh so hysterically that people would've admitted me into a psychiatric ward. And if you told me I'd love having him do all these delicious things to my body, I'd admit myself into one. However, I can no longer deny it. The truth is, I don't just love what Jarek does to me, but Icraveit.
Every little touch he gives me and every filthy word he whispers into my ear is like a match that sets me afire. I never thought this was what it would be like with the one person I despised for bullying me, but here I am, craving everything he has to offer me.
