Arrogant Heir (The Heirs 2)

My cock turns to steel in a matter of seconds, and for the first time, I pull away from a girl.

Not just a girl.

I’m breathless as I say, “We have to stop. I don’t want to push you.”

Mila looks up at me with her eyes dark with lust, her lips parted as breaths rush over them, and it’s fucking erotic.

God, now is not the time to test my self-control.

“You’re not pushing me,” she says. Her hands tighten their grip on the back of my neck. “I want this.”

And then my fucking traitorous eyes drop to her breasts.

Christ.

My cock swells impossibly hard, and it doesn’t help that my gaze drinks in every inch of her skin over her taut stomach.

Mila’s fucking breathtaking.

When I bring my eyes back to her face, and I see the need etched into her gorgeous features, the little restraint I’ve managed to regain vanishes into thin air.

My body melts back against Mila, and my mouth greedily finds hers. I drown in the taste of her as my hand covers her breast. Feeling her nipple against my palm sends ripples of pleasure racing down my spine.

Our tongues battle for control, and then a moan drifts into me from Mila.

Holy. Fucking. Shit.

Her hands move down the length of my back, and her touch is electric, sending my heartbeat into overdrive.

When her fingers dig into my ass, more pleasure shudders through me. My hand glides down her body, her skin so fucking soft, I can’t get enough of touching her.

I pause at the band of her sweatpants, but then Mila breathes into me, “Don’t stop.” And it’s the only permission I need.

My hand slips under the fabric, and I palm her lace-covered pussy.

And I swear fireworks explode behind my eyes. Everything is brighter. Color so fucking vibrant fills every part of my life.

Separating our mouths, my eyes lock with Mila’s, and the words are on the tip of my tongue, but it doesn’t feel right saying them in the heat of the moment.

I shift the lace aside, and when my fingers brush over her clit, Mila’s lashes lower over her eyes, and she gasps for air. I’m so fucking focused on her reaction to my touch as I push a finger inside her the whole fucking world could go to hell, and I wouldn’t notice.MILAOh, my God.

There are no words to describe the sensations Jase is making me feel.

Being with him, in this intimate moment, is overwhelming, addictive… it’s everything and so much more.

I get to explore every muscle. Every hard dip and swell of his body.

Jase moves my panties to the side, and when his fingers brush over my flesh, my stomach free-falls into nirvana. Slowly, he pushes a finger inside me, and the moment is so intense, I struggle to breathe. I’m left gasping as Jase brings me to a state of ecstasy I never knew existed.

I’ve made myself orgasm before, but it’s nothing compared to the sensations I’m experiencing right now, and I haven’t even reached my release yet.

“Fuck, Mila,” Jase breathes. His mouth claims mine while his fingers work their magic between my legs.

I feel a tightening in my abdomen, and it’s the only warning I get before my body shudders beneath him. He instantly breaks the kiss, and his eyes are on fire as he watches me orgasm.

It’s so freaking powerful, I can’t even breathe.

A look similar to awe settles on Jase’s face, and he’s never looked hotter.

Vehement. It’s the only word I can think of to describe Jase Reyes, and it doesn’t do him justice.

When I come down from the orgasm, Jase fixes my panties before pulling his hand out of my sweatpants. My eyes widen as I watch him suck my release off his finger.

My ovaries can’t take more explosion worthy moments.

They need to recover first.

Jase shifts himself until he’s lying next to me and grins proudly. “Well, that was… wow.” He wraps his arm around my waist and pulls me against him.

My eyes dart to his face. “What about you?” I ask, even though the only experience I have is from the sex scenes I’ve seen on TV.

Thank God for Game Of Thrones sex scenes.

“What about me?” he asks, the sexy grin never leaving his face.

I’ve never been one to hold back, and even though it’s embarrassing, I say, “I want you to orgasm as well.”

His grin stretches wider. “Watching you come was enough to get me off.”

My jaw drops open. “For real?”

He nudges his nose against my cheek and then presses a lazy kiss to my lips. “Yeah. You were fucking hot.”

A weird sensation of pride fills my chest, and I’m left smiling like an idiot.Chapter 26MILAEven though it’s hard keeping eye contact with Jase because I feel a little self-conscious after the intimate moment we shared this afternoon, I find myself smiling more.