Savage Heir by Jagger Cole
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Her mouth doesn’t leavemine as I lift her into my arms and carry her into the house. I could have thrown her down on the pool chairs and ripped the dress off right there. But I’m not chancing anyone coming home.
She’s my present to unwrap, all for myself.
She moans into my kiss as I carry her up the stairs. That tiny dress rides up over her ass, and I growl as my hands grip her soft, supple skin. I kick in the door to my bedroom, storm in, and kick it shut behind me before I storm over to the bed.
I set her down, and she whimpers as I spin her around, pulling her back into me. My mouth falls to her neck, and she gasps as my hands slide over her hips. They move freely up her sides, my hands brushing the sides of her tits as she moans quietly.
My hand grips her hair, pulling it away from her neck as my mouth seeks more skin. My other hand moves to the zipper at the back of her party dress, and I feel her stiffen suddenly.
“Are you scared of me?” I growl.
“Should I be?” she breathes.
“Yes.”
She shivers. “But I’m not.”
I start to pull the zipper down. She whimpers, breathing quickly as the black dress starts to peel away from her spine. When the zipper is at the small of her back, I slide my hands up her arms and grip the straps. I start to peel them down her arms before she freezes.
“Ilya—”
“You’re a virgin.”
She stiffens.
“You think I’d just fuck you, right here, just like that?”
Her breath intakes sharply. She shivers against me. She turns her head to glance at me, her face a mix of worry and excitement.
“Would you?” she breathes.
I growl, turning her in my arms. My hand raises up to tilt her chin up. She looks both hopeful and scared shitless.
“Yes,” I snarl, making me her whimper softly.
“But first, I’m going to fucking devour you.”
My hands slide back to her shoulder straps. I peel them down her arms, and let the dress fall off of her to pool at her feet. She blushes deeply as my eyes drink her in. Her arms start to cross as if to cover her bare, bra-less tits. But I stop that fast.
I grip her wrists and pull her arms back down. She whimpers, blushing as my eyes feast on her nakedness—bare but for the lacy black panties I bought her. And even those are so sheer I can see the glistening lips of her pussy through them.
I fall into her, grab her hair, and crush my lips to hers. I kiss her deeply. I kiss her like she’s mine. And then I push her back, making her gasp as she tumbles back on the bed.
Before, in the garden, it was dark. The lights are off in my room, but the moon illuminates her skin as I crawl onto the bed after her. This time, I’m seeing all of her.
My fingers slip into the waist of her panties. I start to peel them down, and her hips raise to help me. I groan when the moonlight floods over her bare little pussy.
She’s a redhead alright.
I pull the panties from her feet and toss them aside before I crawl between her legs. She’s panting, her chest rising and falling quickly as her pink nipples pucker in anticipation. I groan as I push her thighs wide apart, opening her glistening pussy up for me.
And then, she’s mine. For the second time tonight.
My tongue delves deep between her slick, dewy lips, dragging her wetness up to her clit. Tenley cries out, rocking her hips up against my mouth. I growl, plunging my tongue into her and tasting her sweetness. My hands slide under her, gripping her ass and forcing her against my mouth.
“Ilya!” she cries out, writhing and mewling under my mouth.
I’m relentless. I tongue her clit, sucking it between my lips as she shamelessly pushes her hips up to meet me. Her fingers claw at the duvet, twisting it in her fists as she moans for me.
I sink a finger into her, curling it up against her g-spot to stroke it. I push in a second finger as she starts to moan eagerly. She writhes and twists for me, gasping as I push her higher and higher.
My mouth hums over her clit, my tongue dancing circles around it. Her body arches, her breath catches.
“I’m coming! Ilya, I’m coming!!”
I groan as the slick, sweet wetness floods my tongue. I growl against her, hungrily drinking her down as I coax the pleasure from her.
I give her clit one last lick and pull away. Tenley is shaking, twisting on my bed as the aftershocks flow through her. I slide up next to her, pulling the duvet out from under us and then pulling it across us both.
She snuggles into me, and I freeze.
This is new.
Making her come on my tongue was new for her. But a girl, in my bed, snuggling up to me?
There’s more than one type of virgin in this bed.
Hesitantly, my arms circle her. But the heat of her small body against my chest feels… good. It feels like home. So I hold her tighter. The inhibitions of touch and intimacy I claw to slowly break away.
I pull her even tighter to me, until we’re spooning. I feel her lips press to my hands. A smile crosses my face.
We lay like that for a minute or two, until I frown. She’s gone totally silent. Her breathing is regular. My brow furrows as I lean over her.
“Tenley…”
She’s out—fast asleep, curled against me.
My arms tighten around her. My lips press to her bare shoulder. I find myself whispering goodnight to her sleeping form.
Christ, what the fuck is wrong with me?
