Page 73 of The Chosen Heir


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Seizing my mouth in another filthy kiss, he shoved deep, taking me in one stroke.

“Hah, hah,” I panted out. It’d been weeks, and he’d just speared me with his huge cock.

“Tiiight,” he ground out, holding still for me to adjust.

The instant I stopped my wiggling, he took over, fucking me with a touch of wildness I’d never experienced from him before. He was always dominant, but also always in control.

Not so much now.

“God, I missed this,” I admitted when he hammered into one spot that had my body shuddering.

He gave a harsh laugh. “You’ve missed this? Christ, I can’t live without this again. I won’t.”

His hand went to my nape, holding me down as he took me with long, deep thrusts. With each downturn, he bottomed out, his balls slapping against my pussy. My thighs quivered, turning to jelly, but I forced myself to spread them wider. Arching my back further, I gave him more access, and still I felt the stretch each time he pushed back in. The way he fucked me was a claiming. A marking of whom I belonged to.

Clenching down on his cock, I could hear the squelching of my pussy each time he withdrew. One hand came around my front and toyed with my clit. The other hand wrapped around the base of my throat, cutting off more and more air so that when he finally let go, I drew in a deep breath at the same time as my climax crashed over me. I let out a strangled cry-scream as I toppled down and mashed my cheek against the rug.

Not breaking his gait, his hips snapped against my buttocks as he rode me. Hearing him, feeling him straining behind me, punctuated by delicious greedy grunts as his cock grew thicker built me back up again. Croaking out my name, his pace became disjointed. I felt the moment he broke behind me, jacking into me with wild thrusts. My gaze swung around to witness his unraveling, and it was glorious. His eyes glazed over into blindness, his jaw slackened, and his body stiffened as he took pleasure in my body. When he came, I crested again.

I heaved in great gusts of air while Alex ground his cock deeper, as if to prove a point. Then he pulled my limp body up to his chest, his arms wrapped around my middle, and held me tight while his cock continued to pulse and soften inside me. My head lolled back on his chest while tingles skated over my skin as I came down.

Nuzzling my cheek, he swore, “I’m not letting you go. I could’ve fought it longer if you hadn’t walked into my café again. Never again, Nina.”

Yanked out of my blissful state, my eyes slammed to his. What the hell is he talking about?

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