Page 64 of Merciless Heir

Kingston’s mouth comes down on mine.

Chapter Seventeen

Kingston

I kiss her because I want to. Because I have to. She’s a fever, a need, and she’s there.

This thing between us burns hotter than the sun, and continuously shoving it on some kind of backburner doesn’t work.

Sadie tastes divine.

Her mouth opens beneath mine and I slide down into her. She’s hot and wet and willing and I pull her to me as she wraps around me.

The need doesn’t dissipate, it grows and there are too many clothes.

The kiss morphs into carnal hunger and we’re at each other, pulling and touching until clothes go flying. I need her. Any way I can get her. I’m hard. Harder than I’ve ever been in my life and I don’t think I’ve ever wanted anyone as much as Sadie.

She’s in her bra, a lacy black number that clings to those soft, sweet mounds and I push my hand in her short hair, grasping, pulling her into me for a hungry kiss, one she takes and runs with.

Her hands slide over me, to my belt and she sits up, breaking the kiss and she looks at me, eyes molten rivers, and the look she gives shoots down to my gut, and my cock throbs. She’s at the fly of my trousers and I help her. We’re both in each other’s way, consumed with the need for the other.

I pull at her jeans and she gets up and peels them off and then she’s on me, hot and lithe, her mouth seeking mine. I need her. It’s like air itself, that need. A beat and throb of such power I’m helpless to do anything but free myself to her hot hand, and she wraps about my thickness, my length, and begins to give me a hand job and she’s lucky I don’t come then and there.

She straddles me, her lace-clad pussy hovering above where she’s working me and I want every part of her exposed. I want to explore her mouth again, her breasts, but fuck, I really want that hot little cunt.

I slide my hand down, fingers curling, down between her thighs, pushing up both sides of her, moving along the soft, wet heat of her outer lips and she hisses out air, pushing her hips, her pussy to my fingers.

Obliging her wordless request, we look at each other as I slip a finger, then two, beneath the lacy edge of her panties and then up into her.

Sadie cries out, biting her lip and she half closes her eyes, riding my fingers, grinding down into me and she shatters, coming hard and fast, the clench of her muscles on my fingers pushing me right to the edge.

I pull out my fingers and sweep the fabric to the side, and with my other hand, I pull hers away from me and then I pull her down and I push up, right into that hot, tight center of her.

“Oh, fuck, yes…” She moans the words and her hands come to my shoulders as she begins to ride me in earnest. I let her, because those fucking breasts are right there, and I want my mouth on them. I rip the fabric away, not caring if I actually ruin it—I’ll buy her more. I’ll buy her a fucking store full if I can ruin them all while she wears them.

Her breasts are gorgeous. Soft and round, the nipples a dark pink and I suck one into my mouth, biting down as it forms a peak on my tongue and she cries out, fingers digging into my nape.

“More.”

I give her more. I want to fuck myself into her, so deep that no one else would ever dare touch her for fear of retribution. And then I lift my head and pull her down, and I take her mouth and I kiss her hard and deep and we fuck like that.

I need…I need more. I take hold of her and start working her on me and she’s with me, moving hard, making little sounds that fuel me. She’s the hottest thing I’ve seen, I’ve felt, and I need to mark her, claim her. It’s a reflexive thing, wanting that. Primal, and I bite her neck, suckling.

Sadie comes again, her convulsions setting me off, pushing me right into release and the orgasm that rips through me is a wild, feral thing, and my vision goes black as the sweet burst of intense pleasure floods me to the point I don’t know if I can survive it.

But finally, when the world comes to right, we stay there, her on me, slumped against me and… And I want to say that won’t happen again, but I can’t because I’m already thinking of fucking her again.

I’m trying to find the words to say. Me, a man who commands a company with a cool few billion, can’t find words.

How can one woman do that to me? A woman I don’t like?

I like her.

I like her a lot.

Sadie gets off me and starts to dress, but I take her arm. “Where’s the bathroom?”

“You know where it is.” I pull her back to me and she tumbles down into my arms and I turn so we’re lying on the sofa together, a tangle of limbs. “You’ve been through my entire place and we both know it.”