Page 54 of Ruthless Heir


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“So very beautiful,” he says when he reaches me.

He runs the tip of his forefinger over my slit, down to the entrance, and up to my clit. I jump at the contact of his warm skin there. But it’s the sight of him bringing his finger to his mouth and shutting his lids as he savors me that has me wanting to clench my thighs together.

“You’re even sweeter than I thought.” Dropping to a knee, he brings his face close to my core. “So fucking wet.”

I squirm under that palpable gaze. The way he’s looking at such an intimate part of me, as if he’s never seen anything more delectable, has me getting wetter and hotter.

And when he leans in and takes me into his mouth, he moans like I’m some juicy exotic fruit he’s taking a bite out of.

My lips part on an intake of breath at the scene. Noah, between my legs, my red pubic hair ticking his nose as he eats me. His eyes never leaving mine.

He licks me like a cat lapping at milk, fucks me with his tongue, slides it down to my anus and back.

I’m trembling and panting, my muscles tensing as they prepare to throw me over the edge. When I come, I drop back onto the table, crying out his name. All the while, I hold his head to me, keeping him exactly where I want him until I’ve ridden the wave all the way home.

Noah stands, a smile full of male pride tugging his lips. He extends his hand to me, and I take it.

Before I can react, he’s pulling me to my feet and spinning me so that he’s at my back, pinning me against the table.

His hands slide up over my ribs, to my breasts. “Do you like the idea of someone seeing you fuck?”

I look out the window. Although I can see out, I can also see our reflection in it. A superimposed image.

In that reflection, I watch as he hooks his thumbs through the straps of my dress and drags it down. My breasts pop over the top, my pink nipples clear as day against the lightness of my skin.

“You have the most perfect tits,” Noah says. His large hands easily envelop my B-cups, even when I heave my chest in an attempt to get more contact. The abrasiveness of his palms on my nipples sends a wave of sparks through me, reigniting that flame inside.

He brings one hand to the back of my neck, his fingers locking firmly there as he pushes me down onto the table. I rest my cheek on the cool surface, keeping my eyes affixed to the reflection in the window because the sight is just as seductive as what he’s doing.

Keeping me secured with one hand, he uses the other to lift my dress, exposing my ass. Pulling back his palm, he swings it in a powerful slap. Though I expect the sting, the next two spanks surprise me, each one harder than the last.

“Beautiful,” he murmurs, caressing my sore skin before he drops once again to his knee and buries his face between my cheeks.

I’ve never had a man lick me there before. I want to be embarrassed. Want to shove him away and cover my butt. But the feel of his tongue as he drags it over my anus, then down to my slit and back, the sight of my dress gathered at my waist, and the thought of someone out there seeing this, it’s too erotic.

In fact, I’m so incredibly aroused by this that my clit begins to pulse in anticipation. And when he slides a finger into me to gather wetness and circles my nub with it, I explode. I claw at the table with my nails and shut my lids tightly as he drinks my juices.

When I open my eyes again, he’s standing. He undoes his zipper only, slipping his shaft and balls through the opening.

Sliding the head over my entrance, he presses slightly and stops.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” he groans.

I’m preparing myself to relax so that I can take him easier when he grabs my waist and, in one powerful stroke, slides home.

Holy hell. His invasion is so swift and he’s so large, it knocks the wind out of me, and for a moment, I can’t breathe. But when I can, it’s his name I exhale.

He pounds into me, deeper and deeper with each thrust. My hip bones dig into the edge of the table, the pain adding to the intense pleasure of him inside me.

I’m mindless. There’s nothing beyond the overwhelming vision we make and the sensations raking over my body.

Every time Noah pushes into me, his dick slides over that spot that remains tight from my two orgasms. But just as I believe I’m going to be thrown over the edge, he sinks his fingertips deeper into my waist and roars with his climax.

On a long exhale, he drops his head and, for a while, stares at the spot where we’re joined. He brings his hand between us and touches my asshole.

“I want to fuck you everywhere, Emily.” As he says it, his dick twitches inside me and I moan. He’s still impossibly hard, even after he’s just orgasmed. And I’m still on the edge. “You didn’t come again.”

“No.” It comes out as a whimper.

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