Page 51 of Brutal Heir

His mouth fell on mine again, cutting off all protest.

The wet fabric of his suit brushed against my erect nipples as he pushed his hips into my stomach.

I couldn't miss the hard press of his cock.

The metal buckle of his belt scraped along my skin when he lowered to his knees before me. After releasing my wrist, he cupped both my breasts, pushed them together, and ran his tongue along the crease before trailing open-mouthed kisses along my abdomen.

Keeping his hands on my breasts, he commanded, “Open your legs.”

Almost against my will, my foot slid sideways along the slick shower floor.

At the first swipe of his tongue, my knees buckled. In desperation, I reached over and clung to one of the shower nozzles for purchase.

He pushed his tongue along my slit before swirling it around my clit.

I twisted my fingers in his hair and pulled. In response, he dug his fingers into the soft flesh of my breasts. My head lolled from side to side as wave after wave of agonizing pleasure rolled over me.

I didn’t know if I was fighting or surrendering anymore.

His tongue flicked my clit, laving in slow, steady circles. With each sweep, he increased the pressure until I wanted to scream from the rising tension deep within my body. My stomach muscles clenched as he ran the sharp edge of his teeth against the sensitive bundle of nerves, sending shockwaves up my spine.

My hips rocked forward while I braced my shoulder blades against the tiled wall and arched my back. My entire being existed purely for the next subtle movement of his tongue.

Moving his hands over my body, he slipped them between my legs to grab my ass and used his shoulders to widen my legs farther. “I want to hear you beg.”

I lifted onto my toes as my body became unbalanced, supported mostly by his powerful hands.

In this new, even more vulnerable position, he pulled my clit between his lips and sucked.

I came undone.

My cries echoed around the glass shower chamber as my hips bucked against his mouth.

Overcome, I gripped his hair and tried to pull his mouth back, but he resisted and continued to lick and lave at my now sensitive pussy. My lips fell open on a silent cry as his mouth pushed me past my shy resistance to achieve another intense orgasm.

And still, he wasn’t done with me.

I struggled to suck enough air into my oxygen-starved lungs while I rode out wave after dizzying wave of pleasure.

The buttons on his shirt stimulated my now sensitive skin as he rose.

Twisting his hand into my long, wet curls, he pulled, yanking my head back. “I said beg.”

Before I could submissively give in to his demand, he kissed me.

I could taste my arousal on his lips.

It was dirty and intoxicating at the same time.

His fabric-covered cock pressed against my thigh when he shifted. Forcing his hand between my legs, he pushed two fingers into my slick passage.

His teeth grazed the outer shell of my ear before biting my earlobe. “So fucking tight.”

His mouth moved down my throat.

The vibration of his words caressed my skin. “When was the last time a man touched you, mia piccola?”

It had been an embarrassingly long time, but I’d die before admitting that to him.