The Inheritance Clause by Flora Ferrari

Chapter Eight

Amelia

I’m trembling as I kneel for Leo, my mouth open wide for him just like he instructed. I’m still coming down from the incredible high of what he did to me. I’m so innocent that I didn’t even know that pleasure could be given that way. Now, it’s time for me to give him the same kind of pleasure.

The thought is making me nervous.

I don’t know what I’m doing, and I so desperately want to give him everything. I want to make him come the way he did for me because the intense pleasure that washed over me when he used his tongue on me is unforgettable. I want him to leave this room feeling not just satisfied but completely pleasured. I’m scared I’m not good enough to give a man like him what he needs.

“Don’t be nervous,” he growls as his hand moves to the zipper of his pants, letting them fall around his ankles. “I’m going to show you exactly what to do. You’re going to be amazing. You want to suck my cock so, don’t you? I can see it in your eyes.”

I nod because I do. I want to give him everything. I might be nervous, but I’m not apprehensive. I belong here, on my knees in front of him.

“Unclip your bra for me,” he snarls. “I want to see your perfect tits bouncing while you mouth fuck me.”

My hands are shaking as I reach around my back to unclip my bra. I’ve never been naked in front of a man before, and now I’m about to bare myself to him. I shouldn’t be nervous about that, considering he’s just licked me like there's no tomorrow, but I’m self-conscious about my body as it is.

But as my breasts fall free, he groans deeply, his eyes moving over my body slowly. I think he likes what he sees.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he growls. With a hand under my chin, he makes me look up at him. “You don’t even realize it, but you are. I can’t wait to see that pretty little mouth of yours wrapped around my cock.”

I stare at his boxer briefs, looking at the outline of his hard member. I can already tell it’s big, but I’m a little nervous to see just how big it is. It feels like it might be impossible to take it into my mouth, but I want so much to give him pleasure.

As he drops his boxer, I gasp. His cock is even bigger than I expected, and thick as well. It’s a thing of beauty, the kind of cock I know all girls want, but it scares me still. Won’t it hurt when he takes me? Won’t it be impossible to pleasure? But as he moves closer to me and presses the tip of his cock to my lips, my mouth opens involuntarily. Because the thing is, I want it no matter what. No matter how scared I am, I want to know how this feels. I want to give him everything I’ve got.

I move my head forward and allow his cock to slide into my mouth, right along my tongue. I only take a few inches in at first, but it’s enough to feel my jaw straining to get him inside. I moan. Somehow, having him inside my mouth is sexier than I thought it would be. He gently pushes his cock further into my mouth and I struggle to open wider for him, wanting to accommodate all of him. I go with my instinct, taking the base of his cock in my hand and slowly stroking his member in time with the bobbing of my head. He groans, grabbing a handful of my hair in his hand.

“God, you’re a fucking natural,” he groans. I take that as a good sign, and it spurs me on. I take him further into my mouth, feeling the tip of him getting closer to the back of my throat. There’s no way he’s going all the way in, but it won’t stop me from giving it a good go. I gag a little as I take him deeper into my mouth, but it feels so good, knowing that I’m giving him pleasure.

His grip on my hair tightens, and I love the way it feels. It hurts a little but in the best possible way. And as I get braver, working up a rhythm, he begins to moan and I know that I’m doing it right. Working faster, I slide him in and out of my mouth, using my tongue to increase his pleasure and my hand to pump his cock. I can tell it’s driving him wild. At some point, the frenzy gets so intense he begins to buck his hips faster, plowing his cock into my mouth. I moan deeply, the vibrations from the sound pleasuring him further.

“Damn, baby. You’re a fucking professional,” he growls. “How did a perfect little virgin like you get so good?”

I can’t answer with his length deep in my mouth, but I look up innocently to meet his eyes, letting him know that perhaps I might be a virgin, but when it comes to his pleasure, there’s nothing I won’t do. My knees dig into the carpet and I know they’ll be sore when I eventually get up, but I’m not getting up until he’s finished. Not until his hot load is coating my tongue, spilling down the back of my throat, dripping over my lips and down my chin. I want it all, and I get the feeling that when I’m done with him, there will be a hell of a lot of his come inside my mouth.

“Don’t stop,” he growls. “Don’t fucking stop.”

I pick up the pace, taking him deeper than I ever have before, moving my head to pleasure his whole cock. His grip on my hair is forceful but sexy. Occasionally, he guides my head a little or fucks my mouth hard for a minute, but I don’t mind. I know it’s getting him closer to the ultimate pleasure, and I want to give it to him. Who knew that my mouth could work so much magic, could give him so much pleasure? If this is what it takes to make him stay with me forever, then I’ll be on my knees every damn day, sucking him dry and reminding him exactly why he wanted me in the first place.

“Amelia,” he grunts. When I look up at him, his eyes are closed and his lips are parted, ecstasy taking over his face. He’s not finished yet, but he’s close. He won’t last long while I’m taking him so deep in my mouth. I know he’s been waiting for this a long time as well, and it’s hard to resist the pull of pleasure when it threatens to overwhelm you.

“I’m going to come,” he growls. All of a sudden, I feel the evidence of his arousal shooting down my throat. It’s hot and there’s a lot of it, filling my mouth, coating my tongue. I swallow some of it as it comes, but I can’t stop it from dribbling from my mouth, dripping down onto my bare breasts. I suck the rest off his cock, feeling proud of myself for giving him the ultimate pleasure. This is what I’ve wanted for so long. I wanted a chance to prove myself as the perfect woman for him. Now, maybe he’ll understand just how good I am for him.

He takes a step back and watches me with his forehead glistening with sweat. His eyes drop to my breasts, his come settling between them and dripping down. I lick my lips, putting on a show for him. He growls deeply at the sight, but I know I’ve pleased him. I know that he loved every second of this thing we’ve shared.

“You’re incredible,” he growls. He offers his hand to me to help me up and I take it, rising to my feet. He backs me up against the desk and I realize how different this feels when it’s with someone you want. When Dan backed me against the wall, I felt nothing but panic and disgust. Now, my body is trembling with desire, my heart thumping hard for all the right reasons, and I feel like I need more of this. Our naked bodies press together as he wraps his arms around me.

“I’ve been waiting so long to do that,” he growls in my ear. I smile and blush at his words. He knows exactly how to make me feel special.

“Me too,” I whisper back. His hands move down my back and cup my ass, pulling me closer to him.

“To be continued,” he growls and I blink in surprise. I was expecting our journey to continue from here. I know he’s spent, but I thought he’d be ready to take my virginity in a few minutes or so. Is he telling me it’s over for the night?

“You’re going somewhere?”

He shakes his head. “No, but when finally do make you mine I want to make sure you’re ready for it. You’re emotional tonight, and I know you’ve been through a rollercoaster. I think we should wait.”

I feel a little deflated. I was ready to go. I accepted a long time ago that I wanted to give my virginity to him...and now he’s telling me to wait. Does he not want me? Was he not pleased by what I just did?

“But…”

“Let’s go to bed,” he says. “We can figure all of this out tomorrow, and maybe then we can take this all the way. Trust me, I don’t want to wait. I want to fuck you so hard right now. But I don’t think tonight is the night. Not after what happened.”

As he moves to grab his clothes, I wonder what I’ve done wrong. Is he having second thoughts? Is he thinking about the inheritance again? I can’t blame him for being concerned...it’s his whole life, after all. But our connection is so strong. Can’t he see that it’s me who is meant to fill the spot of his lover? I’m the one he’s meant to marry, to love him for the rest of his life. And when we’re right in the heat of it all, he wants to hit pause?

Is it my old insecurities making me doubt myself? Tonight has been a lot, so maybe he’s right. Maybe we should slow things down a little. But the only thing I’m certain about and have been for a long time is my feelings for him. All I want is to dive right in at the deep end. I want to pull him back to me and show him just how much he means to me.

But I don’t. Instead, I dress, feeling strange in my own body. I keep my thoughts to myself. And though he leads me upstairs to his bedroom, lets me into his bed, and falls asleep beside me, I’ve never felt further away from him.