Page 74 of The Devil's Heir
Sighing, I lean my head back against the headboard for a few seconds before returning my eyes to hers. "I honestly don't know. I have no explanation, but for now, just please know that I will not allow anyone to hurt you."
"What about yourself, Sir?"
"I will never hurt you, at least not in that sense. If you let me, I can show you other ways I can hurt you that will bring you pleasure." My body stirs to life once again, and when my mouth starts to descend, Lily speaks.
"Can you please get her out of the house, Sir? I don't want to be here if she stays."
As much as I don't like being given ultimatums, I dislike the thought of my pauper leaving even more. It's a no-brainer, of course. Besides, I've already sent Sasha away. If Lily had given me a chance to tell her instead of making demands, we wouldn't be having this conversation. I can't tell her this, though—I can't let her win that easily.
"I said I would have her leave when her punishment is over, pauper. What would you do if I were to tell you that she'll be gone tonight?"
Trying to get anything out of this woman is like pulling teeth—she takes her time when trying to make a decision, but I'll wait however long I need to.
Finally, Lily pushes away from me and straddles my lap, to my utter surprise. Slowly, she brings her hands to my shoulders and leans in, initiating the kiss. My hand comes up to cup her face, but when I feel her start to back away, I slide it to her neck and hold her in place.
"Don't stop—keep going," I murmur against her lips.
Her hands move to cup each side of my neck and she moves her body in a little closer. I'm elated when I feel her relax against me and start enjoying the contact. I hate taking her and knowing that I'm not what she wants. This, however, feels so fucking good. I don't want it to stop.
As if reading my mind, Lily's hands slide downward and finish undoing my pants before pulling my length out. She strokes me slowly… languidly. I groan against her soft lips as I give a little thrust.
"My tampon…" she breathes, reminding me of her little issue.
I run my fingers through her folds until I find the string, then tug, pulling it out in one go. Once again, I toss it to the floor, but then I'm grabbing her hips and guiding her sweet pussy over the head of my cock.
"Fuck yourself on me, Liliana. I want you to use me to get yourself off. Can you do that for me?" I ask, anticipation evident in the sound of my voice.
Nodding, she looks me in the eye as she slides down my shaft. She stops about halfway before coming back up, only to slide back down—this time to the bottom. My eyes close with the feeling of euphoria as her walls grip me, not wanting to let me go.
"Fuck you feel so good, pauper. Now, be a good girl and use me. Do with me what you will as long as you are coming all over my cock in the end."
I don't expect the way she increases her speed and begins gyrating her hips the way she does. One of the straps to her gown falls over her shoulder, so I slide the other one down and then release her breasts as I push the gown to her hips.
Cupping each breast, I smother my face between them before moving to the first and latching on. The thought of these getting bigger as she grows with my child excites me. I want to taste the life source my heir will taste when they arrive. I need to taste every single piece of Liliana.
Once I've had enough, I pull back and look into her half-lidded eyes as I grip her hips. I begin thrusting into her harder, wanting her to let go so I can give her my own.
"Come for me, pauper," I demand, and she fucks me faster and harder. My toes curl as the tingling starts, and I feel my balls fueling up. "Fuck, I'm going to come, Lily, God damn it! Come with me!" I reach between us and rub her clit resolutely until her walls suffocate me, and she explodes. "Fuck yes!" I roar and release my load into her at the same time.
"Oh, Jarek… it's too much…oh God!" Lily cries out as her body jerks in my arms.
I anchor her with one arm while continuing to rub her clit and rolling her into a second climax. Getting Liliana off is the biggest turn-on I've ever experienced, and watching her come apart in my arms is a close second.
We're both left panting and heaving, but neither of us moves to separate from the other. I could live inside of Liliana's cunt if it were possible. Unfortunately, there's no help in me softening and slipping out of her because she's so lubed up down there.
Rolling us so she's on her back, I pull away. "Stay right there—don't move." I go and get a wet cloth and return quickly to clean her. "Open."
She's still so shy in front of me, but one of these days, she will learn that there is no part of her body that she can hide from me. She's stunning, flaws and all, not that she has any. I let her turn her head and close her eyes as I clean her up, and then I tap her thigh, indicating that she can get up and replace her sanitary plug.
When she returns, she is surprised to see that I'm still here. I'm also completely undressed and lying in her bed, waiting for her to join me. She pauses in the doorway of the ensuite and then hesitantly walks over and climbs into bed.
I don't explain myself as I pull her into my arms and spoon her. It must take her a while to form the words, but she finally asks, "What about Sasha, Sir?"
"What about her?"
"Well, I thought you said…"
When she doesn't continue, I do. "I asked you what you would do if I got rid of her tonight."
