Page 45 of Saving the Last Heir
“I’m gonna enjoy this,” she said, her eyes locking on mine.
She dragged my underwear down, my cock springing free. Without breaking eye contact, she curled her hand around the shaft and took the head of my dick into her mouth. I cried out in agonized ecstasy as the wet heat of her tongue caressed me, sending waves of pleasure through me.
“Oh my god, yes,” I groaned.
As she stroked my shaft and bobbed her head, she lowered her free hand between her legs. I scanned her body and delighted in what I saw. Small pert breasts, a flat stomach, muscular arms and legs. Her dark olive skin flexed as she sucked me and touched herself, brown nipples erect, almost begging me to take them into my mouth.
The more she rubbed at her clit, the faster and more fervently she sucked my cock, fucking me with her mouth. Soon, it was too hard to hold back. I wound my hands into her hair and thrust into her mouth. Shyanne whimpered and moved her head in time with my movements, her hand swirling in feverish excitement between her legs.
“I need to have you. I want you.”
She pulled her mouth free and grinned up at me. “I thought you’d never ask.”
Growling in anticipation, I pulled her to her feet and bent her over the hood of a car. She pressed her breasts against the cool metal and lifted her ass to me. Grasping her hips, I looked down at the beauty of her well-rounded ass. When I slid my cock intothe cleft between her legs, it was like slipping into a pure sexual bliss. I filled her inch after inch, stretching her until my balls pressed against her clit.
“Fuck me, Jackson,” Shyanne moaned, eyes half-lidded, looking like she was drunk on pleasure.
Her words stirred some feral animal side of me, and I couldn’t stop myself. Digging my fingers into her ass, I did as she asked, ramming myself into her. Shyanne cried out, the muscles of her back flexing as I fucked her.
“So good,” I grunted. “God, you feel so good.”
“More,” she cried. “Harder.”
She was amazing. I could already feel myself being drawn toward the point of no return. An epic, mind-shattering orgasm was about to crash through me. The erotic sounds of our bodies crashing together, punctuated by the whimpers and moans coming from her mouth, spun through my head and made it hard to concentrate.
Shyanne turned, looked at me and said, “Are you awake?”
I paused, mid-thrust, and frowned, “Huh?”
“Jackson? Are you awake?” she said again, but her voice sounded strange.
Bang-bang-bang.
My eyes snapped open, and my cock deflated in my hand.
“Yes?” I shouted. “What’s wrong?”
“Your mother ask you,” Tormynd said in his heavily accented and somewhat broken English.
Letting out a shuddering sigh, I grabbed my robe and slipped it on.
“Is everything all right?” I asked as I opened the door.
Tormynd gave me a pained smile. “She no going to be all right, I think. But today better. I think.” He gave a sad shrug. “She wants see you.”
“Fair enough.” I sighed. “I have an early appointment. I’ll need to leave in twenty minutes. I’ll be down once I’m dressed. Is she still in the nesting room?”
“No,” Tormynd said, looking a bit more hopeful. “She in kitchen. Tiana finally talk to her to eat. She has no food for four day. Is good she eat.”
“Shit,” I muttered, and ran a hand through my hair. “I’ll be right down.”
Tormynd nodded and gave a great, heaving sneeze. He tugged a tissue from his pocket. “Sorry. Allergy, I think.”
“Got it,” I said. “Have you seen Carson today? I wanted to see how it’s going trying to translate Ayumundi’s journals.”
“Yes,” Tormynd said with a smile. “He is in the den. He works long time on them.”
“Thank you,” I said. “You go on back to whatever you were doing. I’ll stop by and see my mother after checking with him.”
