Page 37 of The Heir

Rather than answer me, she reached to her waist and grabbed the bottom of that ribbed, wine-colored undershirt, sliding it up her back. I was so busy staring at the tattoo scrawled across her lower back, that I didn’t realize she wasn’t wearing anything else for a second.

My gaze shifted, from the large, cursive letters that spelled out princess, to her bare shoulders and my breath caught. Idismounted without a word, but she hadn’t faced me, and I didn’t rush toward her.

“You’re the only one who ever looked at me like that, without seeing this first.” Her voice was soft, but there wasn’t anything competing with it except the crickets.

“The way I hear it there ain’t been many men lookin’ at you.” I huffed with amusement, recalling the guy who was missing his thumbs.

I took her finding her voice as some sign she was comfortable and slowly started toward her a few steps.

The forest floor sounded so loud beneath my boots.

“Yeah?” She turned her head, and I stopped in my tracks. “I’m not sure what you heard. I just know I like you, because I know you see me and not Makaveli’s daughter or Mackie’s sister. You see me.”

The mention of her brother and father was a sobering slap in the face. As soon as it hit me, she turned to face me, naked from the waist up and I was lust drunk all over again.

Her blonde hair was wild, and wind tangled. Her eyes were glistening with adrenaline and emotion, bidding me closer. She didn’t have any tan lines, the only paleness about her perky, little titties, were the bone-colored nipple rings she was wearing. They were like tiny half-moons, or horns.

I reached to sweep her hair aside, and she flinched, drawing her arm up like she meant to hide her chest from me. I reached behind her head with the opposite hand and fisted her hair, kissing her until she forgot about her modesty and allowed me to bare that shoulder.

“You’ve got the perfect mouthful, and they're pierced so prettily,” I whispered before nipping her lip.

I hadn’t realized she’d snaked her hand up the backside of my shirt, until she grazed her nails down my shoulder. She brought her hand out and caressed over the fabric until she was on her toes and clutching the back of my shoulder.

“Then get on your knees and prove it.”

I tugged her hair like I’d found insult in her words, but there was no hiding my smile as I kissed my way down her throat. I pushed her back against a tree and lowered my head to lap at the top of her chest. I gripped her ass with both hands and grazed my teeth over the top of her nipple, without really catching the nub.

Marchella caressed my hair, tangling her fingers needily. An amused sound lodged in my throat, and I flicked my tongue over her piercing. It was smooth and not as sharp on the ends as it looked, so I drew it into my mouth and latched on aggressively. One of her hands gripped my shoulder, the other tangled in my hair.

I ran my tongue around her nipple as I slowly let it dislodge until that piercing was all that was holding her captive to my lips.

“Blaze,” She sounded slightly panicked, and panting.

I let go and pressed a firm kiss beneath the modest curve of her breast and started a trail of nips and kisses to the other side of her chest. While I sucked and tormented that nipple, I undid her pants and slid them down her hips.

She gripped my hair and gasped at times while I sprinkled kisses down her belly and finally got around to planting my face against her pussy, like I’d been waiting my whole life to breathe its sacred scent. Both of her hands were in my hair, tugging andgrabbing until my scalp burned. I shucked her pants off one leg, but before I could free the other, she threw the first over my shoulder and started to face-fuck me like she really was a damn princess.

I made a surprised mumble against her slick lips when they shamelessly ground over my mouth only for her clit to lodge against my upper lip. That was when the real demands began.

I’d been with girls in college, but they were never this bold and aggressive where oral sex was concerned. Most were timid, they tried to hide their noises, or demand the lights be dimmed. Marchella was staring down at me, impatiently jerking me about in a search for the perfect angle. She wasn’t satisfied until both my mouth and eyes were locked on her.

I let her grind and bite at her lower lip in frustration for a moment, just to see how far she’d go. It was a performance that would be etched into my mind forever, her huffing and gripping, grinding, and cursing.

Enough was enough, though. I shot my tongue over her clit and started to snake it around, striking at her swollen nub like we were in the battle of a lifetime. She locked her knee behind me and started to writhe, giving in to a predictable grind. I latched onto her, washing her with the spit of my mouth and sucking juice and saliva away in a greedy pulsing pattern.

Her whole body started to shake, and she clung to my hair so tightly I was sure I’d have bald spots. Every tug to my scalp went straight to my dick. I was rabid for her, twisting my face side to side and all but bathing in her pussy liquor once she stopped writhing and was merely huffing and hissing on top of me.

I nudged at her clit with my nose and ran my tongue up her seam.

“Blaze,” She stressed my name like I’d taken her to the edge of screaming it.

“Yes?” I whispered to her pussy.

“Nobody’s ever done that before…” She sounded so vulnerable.

I clutched her ass and French kissed her pussy, slow and savoring. I was certain she was complimenting my skills, and half convinced she meant the thumbless fuck didn’t eat pussy, until she clarified in the next breath, “No one has ever saved me before. No one has ever stood up for me. No one has ever stood up to him…”

I looked up and realized her cheeks were streaming with tears.