Page 16 of The Heir: Part 1


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She’s hot and wet and so fucking tight that I barely get the head of my cock inside of her before she clamps her muscles trapping me. “Relax Priss,” I growl.

I didn’t realize it was possible but my dick actually gets harder when her eyes snap open at my command and her gaze locks with mine.

“Let me in,” I say, thrusting a little and waiting as she exhales slowly and the vice grip she has on my dick loosens slightly. “That’s it, good girl,” I praise, pushing in deeper until I hit the barrier of her virginity.

“So tight, fucking perfect,” I praise, moving my thumb to her clit and rubbing circles over the tiny bundle of nerves. Her breathing hitches, that hint of discomfort being replaced with lust as I feel wetness pulse around my dick. I want to slam forward, to take her hard and fast, to fuck her like I hate her. But I’m not that much of a bastard. Instead I tell her all the dirty, depraved things I want to do to her body, until she’s on the verge of another orgasm, then I pull out and thrust forward, filling her in one movement until her cunt is full of my dick.

Her eyes close as she hisses with the pain, a tear rolling down her cheek and landing on her lips that are clenched together in a hard line.

“That’s it Priss, just breathe, you’re such a good girl, you’ve taken my dick so fucking perfectly,” I coo, giving her a minute to get used to the feeling of me inside of her before I move.

After a second her face begins to relax and I carefully pull out and gently slide back into her. “Open your eyes,” I order. Fuck she’s perfect. Her eyes open and she stares at me, trusting me completely in this moment even though we’re practically enemies. I keep moving, careful, shallow thrusts that make my balls ache with the need to take her properly.

Taking a tight hold of my control I fuck her gently, waiting until her pupils dilate again with pleasure and all of the pain is gone from her face. “Bend your knees, lift up your legs, and hold them up with your hands,” I growl. Just like I knew she would, she complies and I reward her by leaning down and taking her nipple into my mouth.

Then I start to fuck her properly, rolling my hips as I thrust in and out of her, not as violently as I’d like, but harder than I should. “God yeah,” I rasp. “I can feel your cunt fluttering around me. You want to come on my dick don’t you Priss, you want to milk my cock and make me fill you up with my cum.”

Her reply is nothing more than a garbled moan as her head thrashes from side to side and her fingers hold on to me tightly like she thinks me stopping right now is even an option. I growl, the sound a primal noise that I’ve never heard before as I fuck her faster, harder, rubbing her clit as I plough into her, needing her to come before I do.

“Come on Priss, scream for me. I want you to scream my fucking name while I own your cunt,” I snarl, demanding her compliance.

“Ahhh,” she whines.

Leaning back I lift her ass up off the bed, gripping her tightly as I pull her on and off my dick. When she tenses I know she’s close. My thumb finds her clit and I circle, once, twice, and then she screams. Her pussy clamps down on my dick, making me come so hard I cry out as she spasms around me. Her cunt pulses, trapping my dick in a vice grip, and I come hard until every drop of cum is drained from me and I fall forward panting and gasping for air.

“Oh my god,” Priss rasps, letting her legs fall to the sides as she covers her sweating face with her hand, her body becoming lax.

Carefully I pull out of her, watching my cum drip from her cunt and both hating and loving the feeling of ownership that fills me. Falling to her side I drag her to me, needing to have her close to me while our breathing settles and our bodies cool. That was the most intense sexual experience of my life.

My eyes fall on the camera still recording at the end of the bed and I grab the remote and turn it off. I need a copy of that video. Priss is silent, her head resting on my chest and I want to hold her close, to kiss her and tell her how fucking perfect she is, but now that it’s done and she’s no longer a virgin it feels wrong to do something so intimate. Instead I lift my hand and stroke my fingers through the strands of her honey blonde hair, closing my eyes and basking in this moment, knowing that soon it will all be over.

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