Page 42 of The Pakhan’s Hidden Heir

“Bastian…oh god, I’m so close,” I pant, my voice breaking. “Now, oh god, now…”

He growls against my clit and speeds up, thrusting his fist deeper and sucking my clit with the perfect amount of pressure. “Come for me, Raina,” he demands, vibrating those words through me.

The orgasm hits me like a freight train. I groan his name loudly as my body locks up and my pussy clenches hard around his fist, pulsing in strong, rolling waves.

Pleasure floods through me, making every muscle clench and my legs shake uncontrollably.

He keeps licking and fisting me through every second of it, drawing the orgasm out longer and longer until I’m a trembling, gasping mess against the table.

Wave after wave washes over me, leaving me wrecked and breathless.

When the last shudders finally fade, I’m left panting, my cheek pressed to the cool stone, body limp under his hand.

My mind is hazy with satisfaction, but I already know I need even more of him.

He pulls his fist out of me slowly and I feel empty the second his fist is gone. Then he stands up behind me and brings his glistening hand to my face.

“Greedy little pussy,” he says, drawing my attention up to watch him.

I turn my head and stare as he licks his fingers clean, sucking every drop of me off them one by one. His eyes stay locked on mine the whole time. My stomach flips at the sight.

“My god,” he says. “Fuck, you really needed that, didn’t you?”

“Yes,” I whisper. “I did—I do…”

After sliding off the table, I turn around on shaky legs and drop to my knees in front of him.

His dick is rock hard and right in front of my face.

I wrap my hand around the base and look up at him as I take him into my mouth, sucking him hard, hollowing my cheeks and working my tongue along the underside.

“Shit,” he groans. “Yeah, just like that. Suck it.”

I bob my head faster, taking him deeper, letting him hit the back of my throat, and moan around him so he can feel the vibration.

Normally he does this all for me, but tonight I need him to remember how badly he wants me.

I know if he does, he’ll remember the spark and the reason he kept me in his bed a full week after I told him I’m pregnant. I need him to remember.

“God damn,” he mutters. “You’re gonna make me blow.”

I pull off for a second, breathing hard. “Then blow,” I mutter then dive back down, sucking him harder, swirling my tongue around his head every time I pull back.

He curses and his hips twitch. “Slow down or I’m gonna come down your throat. And I want that pussy.”

I keep sucking him for another minute, getting him even harder and wetter, before I pull off with a wet pop.

Spit drips down my chin as he lifts me up and lays me on my back on the table.

I shiver on the cold stone and spread my legs for him, noticing how his eyes track all over my body.

He pushes my legs up and back, bending me in half, knees near my shoulders as he leans over me, lining his dick up with my entrance.

He thrusts in with one hard stroke, drawing a whimper from my lips at the fullness as he bottoms out, letting me feel every inch.

“Fuck,” I gasp. “You feel so huge.”

He groans and starts thrusting, deep and steady strokes that rock the table. “God, I missed this,” he says as he grips the backs of my knees and drives in deeper.