Page 64 of The Heir
"Are you going to fuck me hard?"
"Yes—"
"—Are you going to fuck me deep?"
"Oh, god, yes—"
"—Are you going to fuck me like a good girl deserves?"
I stop moving and stare directly into her deep brown eyes. "Melody, love, I will fuck you like thebestgirl deserves."
She gives me one tiny nod, releasing her hold on my hair and cock. I help her shimmy down her underwear and sleeping shorts, revealing my wife's incredible, hot, wet, waiting pussy. I situate myself between her legs and push her knees apart, wider, wider, until she's spread-eagle in front of me.
"Fuck, you're amazing," I whisper. She shivers as I trail a finger up her inner thigh. I don't touch her pussy—not yet, not quite—but she wriggles her hips anyway. She wants me to touch her. I will. Oh, I will. But I want the anticipation to build.
Circling her cunt with my hands, I apply gentle pressure to the crease between her labia and thighs. With my hands in place, I massage into the soft skin. Watching with rapt attention, I spread her lips apart and pull back her hood. Her bright pink clit greets me, and her thighs tremble around my arms.
"God, I missed this," I mumble before diving in. She tastes like heaven. She tastes like every delicious sin imaginable. As I work her clit with my tongue and lips, I slide a finger into her soaked cunt and slowly massage her walls.
The noises she makes are like a symphony. Every gasp gets me closer to the edge. Every wailing moan stokes a fire in my chest. Every whispered plea and promise zips through my nerves. My cock is so hard, it's almost painful. But I don't care. I don't fucking care. I'll get mine, but for now? This is for her.
And for me, if I'm entirely honest. I love seeing her like this. I love seeing the red flush creep up her chest. I love seeing her throw her head back onto the pillows. I love feeling her muscles tense under my touch. I fuckingadorethe way she moans my name.
Her breathing quickens, morphing from long, slow moans to short, little gasps. I can feel her walls start to clamp down around my finger, and I roll her clit between my lips. Just the way she likes it. Her orgasm is close, and I want it to rock through every cell in her body. I curl my finger to that sweet spot, applying a little more pressure, and flick her clit with my tongue while I trap it between my lips. When I suck the gorgeous little pearl into my mouth, she fucking detonates.
My wife's legs stiffen as she arches her back from the mattress. A rush of fluid coats my face, soaking intomy beard, and I rumble a low groan through wave after wave of her orgasm. As soon as I feel her twitching, I slowly remove my hand and pull back my head.
"Did I…?"
"You did," I confirm with a wolfish grin. "I've never seen a woman do that—thought it was a myth, honestly."
"Holy shit." She pants, catching her breath. "Me, too."
I wipe my face, enjoying the hazy afterglow in her eyes. "You're not done, love."
"I'm not?"
"No." I push her thighs apart again and line up my cock to her cunt before thrusting home. My eyes roll back in my head. Every inch of my body is singing with joy. She lets out the most adorable little whimper as I bury my cock to the hilt. "You feel like sin."
"That's me," she gasps. "Your hell-demon wife."
"My wife, who takes my cock like the best good girl in the world." I snap my hips, eliciting another sharp gasp from Melody. I don't think I'll last long, and that's fine. I gave her a mind-blowing orgasm, based on the way her arms flop back limp and loose. She lets out tiny, little mewling moans, and I drive my cock into her over and over.
Over and fucking over. Her pussy is perfection. Everything about her is perfection. I love the jiggle ofher thick thighs. I love the swell of her tummy. I love every freckle, dimple, stretch mark, and roll that she has to offer. My hands work overtime to touch every part of her that I adore. She's so goddamn soft. I want to bury myself in her and never let go.
"God, you're so fuckingbig," she moans. "I love it so much—I love that big cock."
Shit. Her words push me over the edge before I'm ready. In my defense, a gorgeous woman—mywife—just told me how much she loves my big cock. That would be the undoing of anyone. Waves of pleasure roll through my body as I spill my seed, filling her up, pumping every last drop of my cum into her perfect cunt. I'm pretty sure I black out. Everything in the room falls away. Nothing matters but her. Nothing matters but this.
Gasping and panting, I gently extract my spent cock from her pussy and flop over. "Fuck, darling. You're going to be my undoing."
"You think so?" she asks, turning to face me with a hazy smile. "I could think of worse things."
"God. Me, too."
Melody
In the shining afternoon light, Elliott stops by our room. He looks somewhat chipper, which is weird to see. He doesn't strike me as a person who's chipper very often.
