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Heiress

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by Fiona Davenport


  Her eyes widen just a touch, then her lips curve down in a frown. “So, any woman who lets you kidnap them and take them to your house becomes yours?”

  I lightly run my fingertips up her back, then around to cup her beautiful face. “There haven’t been any other women, baby.”

  Colette’s jaw drops and she stares at me in disbelief. “In this house?”

  I shake my head and keep our gazes locked so she has no doubt that I’m completely serious. “Ever.” My voice is confident. I have no embarrassment over waiting for the right woman.

  “How is that possible?” she asks with bewilderment.

  I shrug, then sweep her up into my arms and make my way to the right wing of the house where the master suite is located. “I was so busy with school, then building my career, I just never made time for dating. And, honestly, I had no interest in having sex for the sake of losing my virginity or boasting about my prowess.” We walk into the bedroom and I stop, once again staring straight into her dark eyes. “I was waiting for the one.”

  Colette’s breath seems to get caught in her lungs and her arms tighten, locked around my neck. “You just met me,” she stammers after a rushed exhalation.

  I set her on her feet beside a huge bed that faces several sets of French doors which open up to a veranda, with a view of the ocean. Turning her around, I slowly slide her zipper down, inch by inch as I answer her. “I knew the minute I met you, Colette. There has never been any doubt in my mind that you would be everything to me. That you were meant to be mine.”

  She gasps, and I’m not sure if it’s because of what I said or because her dress is now pooled on the ground around her feet. Probably a little of both.

  I take two steps back and sweep my gaze over her, taking in the way the deep color of her strapless bra makes her skin look even more like porcelain. My heart skips several beats when my eyes land on the round, naked, globes of her ass, only the tiniest scrap of the deep purple material peeking out at the top and circling her hips. And, finally, the silky purple ties around her calves, attached to stiletto heels that I can barely wait to feel digging into my ass as I sink my cock into her pussy over and over.

  Carefully, I start pulling out the pins in her hair until it’s tumbling down her back in a riot of curls before grasping her shoulders and turning her around. After taking a minute to soak in the view of the front, I lightly push her, so she falls back onto the bed.

  “You look fucking gorgeous in our bed.”

  I’m hanging by a fucking thread, so I hurry to shed my clothes until I’m standing before her in just a pair of black boxer-briefs. The size of my erection has made them tight and they mold to my body, not hiding anything.

  Colette stares at my groin warily before glancing up at me. I wink at her. “Don’t worry, baby. It’ll fit.” I grasp the base of my cock and squeeze, trying to relieve some of the pressure so I can try to take my time with her. “Get in the center of the bed, baby,” I demand with a grunt. Then I climb on and straddle her on my knees. Her red lips tease me, so I trace them with my tongue before sealing our lips together and tangling our tongues, getting lost in an earth-shattering kiss.

  Eventually, I’m forced to break the kiss to gulp in some oxygen. “You are so fucking gorgeous,” I whisper as my eyes drink her in. A sweet pink blush stains her cheeks and spreads to the tops of her tits that are practically overflowing her bra. I hadn’t been able to get much of a glimpse of them in the darkness of the limo. “I’m dying to see your nipples in the light and find out if they match the pretty pink of your flushed skin or are dark, like red cherries.”

  Bending over, I unhook the front clasp of her bra and spread the cups, allowing her tits to spill free. “Cherries,” I whisper. Her nipples look like a topping on a scoop of vanilla ice cream. My mouth is suddenly filled with saliva and I’m starving. I cup the heavy globes and run the pad of my thumbs over the sensitive peaks.

  I scoot back a little and then stretch out on top of Colette, bringing my mouth to the perfect level so I can suck one hard nipple into my mouth. She moans and arches her back, begging for more, which I gladly give her, loving on both mounds until she is writhing beneath me.

  Her hips are restless, and they are constantly rubbing and pressing into my dick. I don’t think it’s possible for me to be any harder and I can feel that I’ve already made a mess inside my underwear from leaking cum. “Keep still, Colette,” I command sternly. I’m a little worried that once I get inside her, I’ll blow right away, before I can take care of her. But, I’m at the end of my rope and if I don’t get inside her right now, I’m going to lose my fucking mind.

  Tearing myself away from her chest, I straighten back up onto my knees and quickly, though a little awkwardly, discard my boxers. Colette’s eyes grow wide as saucers, but they also burn with hunger.

  I grasp the delicate strings of her thong and they snap easily with a quick tug. A neat thatch of dark curls glisten over Colette’s pussy, trimmed enough that I can see how pink and swollen her folds are. I lick my lips and decide that I have to have her taste on my tongue when I’m driving myself deep inside her.

  “Is this mine?” I ask her. She nods, but it isn’t enough for me. “Tell me who this pussy belongs to, baby.”

  “You,” she mumbles, and I pet her a few times in appreciation. There is something else I need to know, even though I’m pretty sure of the answer.

  “Only mine, baby? Did you save your cherry for me?”

  Again, she nods and this time, I give her pussy a light smack. “Tell me, Colette,” I demand.

  “Yes, I’m—um—a virgin,” she breathes as her hands drift down her body, headed towards the juncture between her thighs. Despite my joy at her answer, I growl and grab her wrists. “Don’t touch,” I snap. I lift them and plant them on either side of her head. “Your pleasure belongs to me.”

  I run my index finger up her seam and smile wickedly when her hips buck. “Your pussy is begging for my cock,” I tell her in a deep tone. Then I lift my finger and it’s drenched in her arousal. I suck it clean and groan as her flavor bursts on my tongue. “You’re going to get my mouth first.”

  Moving so that I’m in between her legs, I push her thighs wide and settle on my stomach. Using my thumbs, I part her pussy lips and swallow hard at the sight of her juices dripping onto her thighs. I’m so fucking hungry. With a long, slow lick, I take my first full taste of her honey. “Fuck,” I grumble. “You taste like a sweet cherry. I wonder if you’ll still taste like this after I’ve popped your virgin cherry.”

  I don’t wait for a response, not that Colette’s able to give me one anyway. She’s whimpering and pushing her pussy up towards my mouth, offering herself to me. I take it, devouring her like she’s the first meal I’ve had after years of starvation.

  “Tyson!” she cries out when I suck her hard, little nub as I plunge a finger into her channel.

  “Damn, baby,” I grunt. “You’re so fucking tight.” I work a second finger in, trying to stretch her so she’ll be able to take my big cock. She starts to rhythmically push her pussy into my mouth and cry my name with every pull I take on her clit. “That’s right, Colette,” I urge. “Ride my face. I can’t fucking wait to get inside this hot pussy, but I need you to come first.”

  Like a good girl, she does as she’s told and splinters apart, screaming my name. I keep working her, stretching her, until she is floating back down from her orgasm.

  After giving her one last lick and a quick kiss, I slide up her body until my cock is positioned right at her entrance. “Look at me, Colette,” I demand.

  Though it seems like it takes tremendous effort, she drags her eyelids up and stares at me with glazed eyes. “Are you on anything?” She shakes her head groggily and the caveman inside me beats his chest and shouts. “I’m not wearing a condom.” I don’t ask her; I tell her. Because there will never be anything between us. And, it doesn’t escape my mind that getting her pregnant will mean no one can take her away from me
. “I’m going to fuck you bare. I want to feel it when I take this virgin pussy and make you mine.”

  “Yes,” she hisses as she locks her legs around my waist.

  “Is that what you want, baby?” I purr. “For me to slide into your wet pussy with nothing between us? For me to fill you with every fucking drop of my cum?”

  “Tyson, please,” she moans. “I need you.”

  Clenching my jaw, I try to go slow as I begin to enter her. She’s insanely tight and just like I was afraid of, I immediately start to come, and it spills out, coating my dick and her thighs. But, I’m still long and hard, and my arousal makes sliding inside her a little easier.

  “I wonder how much cum I can fill your womb with,” I grit as I push in another inch. “I bet I can get you pregnant our first time. Do you want that, baby?”

  Colette moans and it’s obvious she is only partially coherent, but my words seem to drive her a little wilder and I know she wants this, whether she realizes it or not.

  A barrier suddenly stops my progression and I hesitate, loathing the fact that I will cause her pain. But, I figure it’s best to just get it done, so I pull back and drive in hard, breaking through her virginity and burying myself all the way. The tip of my cock bumps her cervix and I grin inside as I think about coming right there in her womb. Just the thought has me shooting off another round of cum.

  “You need to be a good girl and suck up every drop,” I instruct her as I push it in with tiny, rhythmic thrusts of my pelvis. I don’t pull out even a millimeter, wanting to make sure to keep it all inside. “Open up and take it, baby,” I growl when she starts to spiral up again. “Squeeze my cock with your tight little pussy and I’ll put my baby in your belly.” Fucking hell, I come yet again at the thought of her round and swollen with our baby.

  Colette cries out suddenly and falls hard and fast over the edge. Shudders wrack her body and I can feel her womb soften. Her walls pulse and clamp around my cock, milking me for more and more. “Yes, baby,” I hiss. “You’re being so good.”

  I cup her tits and drop my head to suck on one of her nipples before letting it go with a pop and doing the same to the other. “I can’t wait to see these get bigger and drip with milk,” I growl. “Our babies will have to share with Daddy.” I kiss each tip again. “I’m gonna fuck these big tits, then suck them until I’ve had my fill.”

  It’s rapidly become clear to me that dirty talk drives Colette wild and she’s crying out as her hands clench the bedspread, turning her knuckles white. “Please, Tyson,” she begs. “I need…I need.” She seems unsure of what she’s asking but I know exactly what she wants.

  “You need me to fuck you hard, don’t you, baby? So hard you can feel me in your pussy every time you move.”

  “Oh, yes,” she moans.

  Yeah, any kind of control I had deserts me in that moment and I turn into a fucking animal (no pun intended). I pull almost all the way out, then plunge back in. We both groan in ecstasy and I repeat the motion, dragging my cock along her walls and adjusting my entry so that I’m hitting her G-spot, making her scream in pleasure.

  I may be a virgin, but that doesn’t mean I didn’t do my research.

  I grasp Colette’s hips and tighten her legs around me before getting back up onto my knees. I watch my cock disappear as my hips punch with increasing speed and I pull her forward to meet every thrust. The bedroom is filled with the sounds of our cries and my balls slapping against her ass with as I fuck her with complete abandon.

  “Oh, fuck! Fuck!” I shout as I feel another orgasm begin to race from my spine. Colette’s pussy is clamped around me and I can feel how close she is, but I want her to go off before I do. I let my ass fall back so I’m sitting on my calves and it causes Colette to arch her back, which opens her up, baring her red, engorged clit, shiny from our mixed cum.

  I pinch the little bundle of nerves and she screams as she flings her arms out beside her like wings and practically tears at the bedding. She’s so close and I’m about to blow, so I slap her pussy before snatching her up so she’s sitting on me and bouncing her up and down on my dick. My mouth crashes down on hers and together, we burst into tiny pieces of pure bliss.

  Chapter 7

  Colette

  I had maybe half a glass of champagne the night before, but I wake up feeling super groggy. There’s no reason for me to be hungover, but my eyes are bleary and my body is sore. I shift positions, trying to get comfortable, and realize my aches are in places I’ve never felt before. It takes about a minute for my memories of everything that happened with Tyson to come roaring back. I jerk up in the bed, but I don’t get far before his arm tightens around my stomach. “Go back to sleep, baby. You need more rest.”

  “And whose fault is it that I didn’t get enough sleep last night?” I grumble.

  He nuzzles his face against my neck and presses a kiss there before whispering, “Mine.”

  I shiver as goosebumps pop up along my skin, both from the feel of his lips brushing against my skin and remembering all the other places he’d kissed me. Any spots he’d missed the first time around, he’d more than made up for during our second and third bouts of lovemaking. I don’t think there’s an inch of my skin he hasn’t kissed. More than just kissed—he licked, sucked, and nibbled all over me. He also took me bare each and every time. While talking about putting a baby in my belly. “That might not be the only thing you’re responsible for doing last night.”

  “Hmmm,” he murmurs against my ear, snuggling closer.

  I twist in his arms and frown at him. “Don’t ‘hmmm’ me. You might’ve gotten me pregnant, buster.”

  His lips tilt up in a satisfied smirk. “Yeah, and I probably did it while you flew apart because you love hearing me talk about filling your belly with my baby, sucking the milk out—”

  I press the palm of my hand against his mouth to make him stop talking. If he keeps going, it’s going to completely distract me because I can already feel myself growing damp. “How am I supposed to think straight with all of your naked awesomeness right in front of me? Or when your huge cock is filling me up and hitting all the right spots?”

  His shoulders start to shake. Even though I know how ridiculous I sound; I poke him in the ribs. He quirks a brow and asks, “Do you really want me to apologize for making you lose your mind while you scream in pleasure?”

  “Of course I don’t,” I sigh, dropping my head against his chest. “It’s just that it’s impossible for me to think clearly around you.”

  “Hey, now.” He presses a long finger under my chin to tilt my head back and frowns. “Are you trying to tell me you regret what happened between us?”

  “No!” My response is instinctual, but that doesn’t make it any less true. I stare into his bright blue eyes so he can see how sincere I am as I continue, “I’m freaking out a little at the idea of possibly becoming a mom so quickly, but I don’t regret what we did. Not even a tiny bit. You’re”—I struggle to find the right word, but it’s impossible because there isn’t one big enough to describe Tyson. I finally settle for—“incredible.”

  “Good.” He drops a kiss against my lips. “I’d hate for you to have second thoughts about us. But I have to admit I was looking forward to giving you another demonstration of exactly how perfect we are together. I wouldn’t have been able to let you out of my bed until I was certain you were convinced. Even if it took hours.”

  I’m sorely tempted to pretend like I need convincing because of how amazing that sounds, but then my brain catches on to the whole let-me-out-of-bed-in-hours thing and I realize that bright light is streaming through his windows. “Do you know what time it is?”

  Tyson shakes his head, and I pull away from him, ignoring his grunt when he reluctantly lets me go. I search the room for any sign of my purse or my phone and when I don’t see it anywhere, I scramble off the mattress. I’m not freaked out as I probably should be by the possibility of being pregnant, but the realization that I never went home las
t night fills me with anxiety. It won’t matter to my dad that I’m twenty-two and have lived away from home for four years. I’m sure he’s wondering where I am and why my last message didn’t say anything about being out until morning. “I need to find my purse. I think I dropped it by your door.”

  Tyson gets up and stalks towards the door. “Baby, relax. I’ll go get it for you.”

  I stare at his bare ass until he’s out of my sight. “Holy hell,” I sigh, fanning myself. While he’s gone, I use the time to myself to go to the bathroom after I pull on the white undershirt Tyson had worn last night. As I’m washing my hands, I notice a rose gold electronic toothbrush sitting next to a black one. It’s my favorite brand and color, making me smile and shake my head. Tyson went above and beyond in his research on me. I’m going to have to figure out how to play catch-up soon to learn all of his likes and dislikes.

  When I finish brushing my teeth, I wander back into the bedroom and find Tyson walking in. He has my phone in one hand and a mug of coffee in the other. He hands the coffee to me first, and I find that it’s the perfect mixture of cream and artificial sweetener when I take a sip. “Mmm, delicious.”

  He winks at me, with a wicked gleam in his eyes. “Now I know why you taste so sweet.”

  “Stop,” I chuckle, reaching for my phone. “No more flirting until I check in with my dad.”

  My screen lights up, and I let out a little yelp. “It’s almost eleven o’clock!” Then the notifications load and a bunch of texts and missed calls from my dad appear. “And my dad is flipping out.”

  “Your dad will settle down as soon as he hears from you.” Tyson runs his hand soothingly down my back.

  I snort in disbelief and shoot off a quick text letting my dad know I’m alive and still plan on coming into work today. “You clearly don’t know my dad very well if you think he’s going to be fine with me spending the night with you.”

 

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