Page 17 of The Pakhan’s Hidden Heir

He spreads my legs wider with his foot.

“You look perfect like this,” he says.

Bastian pushes inside me and I moan at the way he stretches me, gripping the chaise for support as he starts to thrust.

His hands pull me back so I meet every movement.

Every time he’s at max depth, it makes me whimper, sending fresh sparks of pleasure through my core.

Bastian leans over me and kisses the back of my neck, and I hear him whisper, “You feel so good.”

It’s blindingly intense, so much so that I push back against him so I can take him deeper, and the angle makes everything feel stronger.

My nipples rub against the fabric, which adds little bursts of sensation as he reaches one hand around and finds my clit.

My legs start to shake but he holds me steady and he keeps fucking me, but I’m so close.

I lose myself in the friction.

Every deep stroke pulls another moan from me, making pleasure build in my core again.

“Right there,” I manage to say. “Oh god, yes...”

He focuses on that place and the pressure inside me coils tighter and tighter until I can’t hold it back.

But before the coil can snap hard, he pulls out and turns me around to face him then lifts me so I sit on the wide arm of the chaise.

My legs spread open around his hips and he steps between them.

“I want to see your face when you feel me fill you.” Bastian tips my chin up and nips at my lower lip. “And I want you to know whose child will grow inside of you.”

He lines himself up and pushes back inside me.

This position lets me see the hunger in his eyes as he starts to thrust again. His tongue slides against mine while he fucks me, but I keep my eyes open, wrapping wrap my arms around his neck.

It’s erotic to lock gazes with him like this while he’s so deep inside me and his mouth is covering mine.

The kiss muffles my sounds and I kiss him back just as eagerly.

When his hands move down to my ass so he can pull me closer with each thrust, I rock my hips to meet him.

It makes him go deeper and draws more whimpers from my mouth for him to swallow.

Pleasure builds again so fast I’m unable to breathe.

I break the kiss so I can catch my breath, but he follows my mouth and claims it again.

He must sense how close I am again because he thrusts a little harder and he kisses me with more urgency.

“Come with me,” he says against my lips. I nod and I let the feeling take over. My body clenches around him as the climax destroys me.

At the same moment he pushes deep deeper and pulses inside me as he comes. I’m jolting, clinging to him as he continues tangling his tongue with mine.

The heat pouring into me from his dick warms my insides and gushes out around him every time he pulls back.

I know it’s just sex. I know I’m supposed to not get attached at all, but this is insane.

This man isn’t just fucking me. He’s worshipping my body every time he touches me.