The Inheritance (Contemporary Reverse Harem 1)

I sat up in the bed, the comforter falling down to my waist. Nat looked at my breasts with hunger.

“Do you need to use the bathroom? The head’s over there,” he said, pointing at a small closed door. “There are towels and anything else you might need.”

I scooted over to the bathroom—or head, as I guessed they called it on a boat—feeling Nat’s eyes burning on my backside until I pulled the door closed behind me. I didn’t mind. My backside was a good-sized one with plenty of

curve, and I was happy with it. Spending all day on my feet, squatting and bending behind the bar to get glasses and bottles was one of the best workouts a girl could have.

The boat’s bathroom was tiny, with just enough room for a shower stall, a toilet, and a sink. But it was paneled with beautiful dark wood and the floor was covered in shiny white tiles. There was a shelf loaded with fluffy towels, so I grabbed one and splashed my face with water. My complexion was nice and pink from the events of the night before, and I noticed my mouth was a little puffy from Nat’s enthusiastic kissing. I finger-combed my hair to remove some of the knots but had to say that, in spite having spent the night in a strange bed, I felt freaking great.

“Hey, baby,” I said to Nat as I opened the bathroom door. He’d crawled back into bed, leaving his pants on the floor in a puddle with my clothes. The place was a delicious mess with champagne flutes, shoes, underwear, and other articles of dress scattered about. Signs of a good time.

He pulled back the edge of the comforter, gesturing for me to get back in. Before I knew it, he’d positioned me so I was on top of him in a straddle, with him tweaking my nipples while he pulled me down to kiss him. I felt his hard cock pressing against my leg and decided I wasn’t done with him, not by a long shot.

“Nat,” I breathed, “do you have a condom?”

“I do, baby. Want me to get it?”

“Yeah.”

He reached for his pants on the floor and dug into one of his pockets.

“Guess you were feeling optimistic?” I teased.

“Hey, you can’t blame a guy for hoping,” he said with a laugh.

He moved me just enough to position the condom over his cock, and when he was sheathed, gazed up at me.

“You ready, baby? You ready for my big cock?”

“I don’t know, Nat,” I breathed, his filthy words causing me to shake. I jutted out my bottom lip to play coy. “It might be too big for my little pussy.”

“Well then, we’ll go nice and slow. I promise you’ll like it. You’ll like it deep inside you.”

I was convinced.

He reached for my ass and lifted me so I hovered just above him. He rubbed his tip against my hard clit.

“I’m taking your pretty pussy, baby.”

He opened my lips with two fingers and entered me a half-inch or so, giving me time to adjust to the wide head of his cock. Then he bounced me on it another inch or so, very lightly, to spread my moisture. I was turned on as hell, ready to fucking explode, especially at the way he was taking his time with me. It must have been torture for him. But he’d get his in due time.

He thumbed my clit as I slowly engulfed him, and damn if I wasn’t quickly crammed full of his cock, stretched nearly to my limit. My head dropped back while I ground myself on him, and his hands flew to my breasts to pull and squeeze my nipples. The pleasure/pain sensation was overwhelming—almost more than I could take. I heard a grunting and groaning sound in the room, and eventually realized it was me.

When he was completely seated inside me, he thrust his hips to drive even deeper with powerful, unforgiving attacks. I held on to his chest for balance and rode him as hard as I could.

“I want to feel you come,” he growled between clenched teeth, his gaze locked with mine. It was so intimate, I thought I might crawl out of my skin.

“I’m coming now,” I whispered. I couldn’t manage anything more. “Fuck me, keep fucking me, please,” I murmured.

My whole body began to shake, and my breath came in gasps. My pussy throbbed around him, his moans filling the stateroom. He drove into me again and again, and when he fingered my clit, it was all over. Yet another orgasm crashed into me. My head dropped to my chest, and I went limp. Nat took over, and holding me up, drove into me one last time before he pulled me to him, exhausted, sweaty, and buzzing with burning heat.

After a few minutes’ recovery, I lifted my head from his shoulder.

“I never knew accountants could be so hot,” I told him, running kisses over the side of his handsome face.

He gave me a naughty grin. “You have a lot to learn about accountants.”

Chapter 12