Tempted Heir (The Heirs 7)

Christopher throws me over his shoulder and carries me back to the bedroom. When he drops me on the bed and crawls over me, my lips part on a gasp, “I like this caveman side of you.”

Grabbing hold of my wrists, he pins me down, and when our eyes lock, I forget how to breathe. Seeing the predatory look on his face, I know what’s about to happen.

I feel a burst of anticipation as he leans down. His teeth tug at my bottom lip, and then he lets go of my right arm.

With a mastered skill I haven’t even yet accomplished, he unsnaps my bra, and then the lace is sent flying across the room.

Moving lower, he takes hold of my panties and tugs them down my legs.

Christopher pauses to look at my body, and I watch as his lips curve up into a sexy smirk as he murmurs, “God, you’re breathtaking.”

He grabs hold of the back of his shirt and pulls it off in one fell swoop.

Hot.

When he steps out of his pants and boxers, desire explodes through me, instantly leaving me breathless.

Christopher’s eyes lock on mine, and then he takes hold of my legs, yanking them open. His hands rub up my thighs, and my hips lift, but instead of him touching me where I want him to, his fingers dig into my sides.

His head lowers, and it makes my heartbeat speed up. I’ve never had a man go down on me, so I don’t know what to expect.

He presses a kiss to my abdomen, then moves down. I feel his breath fan over the strip of curls, and my body tenses with anticipation.

All he does is breathe over me, and it’s beginning to drive me wild. “Christopher,” I groan, needing a hell of a lot more friction.

Instead of giving me what I want, his mouth slowly moves up my body until he latches onto my nipple. He sucks hard, making my back arch.

“God, having your mouth on me is heaven,” I moan as I slip my fingers into his hair.

Christopher lifts his head, and then his mouth is on mine. The kiss is intense and wild, his lips kneading at mine while his teeth turn my mouth into nothing but numb tingles. His tongue brushes hard strokes against mine as I slip my hands down his chest, taking in the feel of his muscles.

When I wrap my fingers around his cock, and he thrusts against me, a tremble spreads through me. Breaking the kiss, I beg, “I want you now.”

Christopher’s mouth moves down to my neck, and he pulls his cock out of my reach. I’m just about to complain when his hand moves down between my legs and his finger brushes over my clit.

He pushes inside me, a groan rippling through his chest. “Fuck, you’re wet.” He begins to finger me, and when I hear how wet I am, my face goes up in flames.

Christopher’s head instantly snaps up, and when our eyes lock, I wish the ground would open up and swallow me whole.

Then he shakes his head at me. “It’s a turn-on to hear how desperately you need my cock.” He nips at my bottom lip, then groans, “Fuck, you feel good.”

Between his words and his hand working magic between my legs, my abdomen begins to tighten. But then he pulls his finger out of me, drawing a frustrated whimper from me.

Before I can take in what’s happening, Christopher positions himself at my entrance and thrusts inside me.

My lips part, and the air slams into my throat. I grab hold of his biceps, my nails digging into his skin from the sharp pain, and for a moment, it feels like I’m losing my virginity all over again.

He’s inside me. Christopher is finally inside me.

Closing my eyes, I try to imprint this memory in my mind, never wanting to forget it.

I’m still gasping for air when he pushes his upper body off me, and taking hold of my hands, he pins them next to my head, linking our fingers.

Opening my eyes, I see his features are tight, his gaze dark, and… God… he looks ravenous… hot… erotic.

He pulls out, and with his eyes locked on mine, he slowly pushes back inside me, deeper than before, deeper than my freaking vibrators have been.

A breathy moan drifts over my lips as my body trembles from how good it feels. Then Christopher looks down to where we’re joined as he pulls out again, and his lips part, making him look like a sex god.

As he drives into me again, I’m so mesmerized by him and how it feels to have him inside me that I can’t focus on anything else.

Only Christopher.

CHRISTOPHER

With every thrust, Dash gasps, her breaths coming faster.

When I sink deep into her, a groan builds in my chest from feeling her pussy wrapped around my cock.