Page 58 of Arrogant Heir

Her hair is like a red halo, and her eyes are feverish with desire.

I unzip my jeans and my throbbing cock springs out and when she touches the moist tip with her warm fingers, my eyes roll in my head, and I think I’m going to explode.

She’s rubbing her hands up and down my hard length, and I’m possessed by a frenzy of lust. I need to be in her and I move to take her.

But she reaches her small hand out and touches my chest. ‘Wait,’ she says. ‘There’s no rush.’ Then she grabs a cushion and throws it down on the marble floor. She drops to her knees and takes me in her mouth.

I might pass out with the pleasure as she rolls her tongue around the tip of my cock. I just hope I can last…

CHAPTER37

Jamie

I love having him at my mercy after months of watching him so tightly wound. Seeing him undone by my tongue drives me wild, and I’ve never been this hot for anyone. Coming for him at the mercy of his skilled fingers was mind blowing. He’s experienced at giving women pleasure, but it’s not just that. I only need to think about him and I’m halfway there.

‘This is too good. I want to fuck you, so you’d better stop now,’ he growls, the tone of his voice like gravel as I kneel before him, sucking his length and rolling my tongue around the tip of his throbbing cock.

His girth is thick and hard and I’m aching to feel him inside me.

I pull away, looking up into his hazy green eyes. ‘I want you to fuck me,’ I say, my inner femme fatale finding her voice.

The condoms I bought are tucked in the pocket of my bag, but I’m embarrassed to tell him. It seems so presumptuous. My heart’s racing and I feel clumsy. Bringing up the topic is a passion killer, but I know I’ll hate myself later if I don’t, so I blunder on. ‘But we need a condom.’

Damian is unfazed and says, ‘I haven’t been with anyone since that night at the club months ago. And I used a condom then. But I have some, so don’t worry.’

He slides his right hand slowly up and down his shaft, keeping his erection going. Seeing him touching himself like this turns me on even more. I like how comfortable he is with his sexuality, and it makes me burn for him.

‘I only went with her because I was mad for you, and I was trying to get you out of my system.’ There’s a hint of something that might be embarrassment in his voice, but I can’t be certain.

‘And how did that work for you?’ I ask, rising from the marble floor and moving the cushion aside.

He arches a dark eyebrow and towers over me. ‘Not that well, obviously. All it did was get me back in the papers, and I’ve longed to fuck you every day since…’

‘Well, you gained a mystery girlfriend,’ I say, teasing him before he reaches for me again. I’m ready to surrender myself to him completely now.

He’s naked apart from his t-shirt and his cock juts out, calling for my urgent attention. I’m half dressed, with my skirt straddling my hips—knickers still on. He takes my hand and steers me away from the grand piano and out of the open plan sitting room.

‘Where are you taking me?’ I ask, anticipation coursing through every fibre of my being.

‘You’ll see,’ he says. He leads me down a long hallway and into a room with a king-size bed and floor to ceiling views of the Thames.

‘Wow, it’s gorgeous,’ I say. ‘So, this is your bedroom, Mr Rochester? How the rich live!’

It’s tastefully decorated—elegant and understated, but it screams pure luxury too.

He quips. ‘Well, being rich doesn’t guarantee good taste, but yes, I suppose so if you put it like that.’

He pulls me onto the bed and trails featherlight kisses down my throat and on the tender spot of my neck behind my ear until I quiver.

We kiss passionately, tongues touching, and the musky scent of his aftershave inflames me as I breathe him in like oxygen, as though this is the last and only time we’ll be together.

I slide down his body and take him in my mouth again and he stiffens and moans. I still can’t believe we’re doing this, but I’ve never been surer it’s the right thing no matter what happens in the future.

He gently flips me onto my back, wriggles my skirt off and removes my knickers, and slides two fingers into me. ‘You’re so tight and wet,’ he says.

Now I groan and my nipples tighten. ‘And you’re so hard,’ I say. ‘And big.’

‘How big?’