Page 82 of The Devil's Heir

"Play with those beautiful breasts of yours while I have my dessert, pauper." Jarek disappears from my side and makes himself comfortable between my legs.

The first swipe of his tongue has me jerking against his mouth. He pins my hips down so I can no longer move, and he goes to town. Jarek licks and laves my folds before swirling his tongue around my clit, and then sucking it in between his teeth. It's a wicked tongue—torturous at its best—a sinful entity that shouldn't have been released into this world.

"Fuck…" I moan, letting go of my breasts and gripping the sheets in my fists.

I can't stop the tidal wave that's slowly building with every swipe of his lecherous tongue. Jarek knows what he's doing and won't stop until he gets exactly what he wants—my surrender. It doesn't matter because I can't fight it, not when the devil himself is putting in the work.

I'm done for when he pushes two fingers into me, curving them in just the right spot. He continues to assault my sensitive bundle of nerves with his tongue while working my G-spot. The force of the wave crashes into me like a tsunami hitting land and taking everything out in its wake.

I can't cry out or even whine as the climax takes over. My whole body stiffens, and my head is tossed back while my mouth hangs open on a silent scream. Then it happens—I squirt.

Jarek grunts and grips my flesh even harder as he shoves his face flush against me while taking in every last drop. My climax goes on longer than ever, and when I finally feel it ebbing, I start to relax, sinking back down and into the mattress, fully sated.

"My God, Liliana—that was magnificent. Thank you for that." Jarek states, wiping his face with his hand before positioning himself on his knees.

I watch with hooded eyes as he pushes his boxer briefs down, lines his length up to my slit, and slowly pushes into me. I feel the stretch with every inch that enters me, and my body comes alive once again. It doesn't matter how tired I am, the greedy slut needs more.

"Oh, God, Jarek… I don't know…"

"Shh, you can, pauper—and you will." Jarek's voice is soft and soothing, caressing my soul with his words. "I'm going to put that baby in you right now, then you can sleep."

I have no energy to argue with him, so I just nod and let him have me. Jarek takes his time, lifting my leg and working his hips in a slow grinding motion.The old songBump and Grindfrom R.Kelly starts playing in my head as Jarek continues with his thrusts.

As soon as I feel the fire building once again, I join in but with just a little more force. I need him to fuck me; this way feels a little too intimate, and I'm still not one hundred percent on board with it yet. He's shown me that he has changed, but that doesn't take away the damage he's done. It will take a while for those wounds to heal.

"Fuck me, Jarek."

"I am, pauper…"

"No, I meanreallyfuck me.Fuck me like you've fucked your whores in the past." I don't know where my words come from, but it's exactly what I want him to do.

He stops and gazes down at me with some concern. "I don't think of you as a whore, Liliana."

"I know you don't, but I need you to fuck me like one. You've done it before without me asking; now do it again… please." I beg him just like a needy whore would.

"Jesus, Lily. You're going to be the death of me," he states, then pulls out of me. He slaps my breast and orders, "Turn over and get on your knees."

I roll over and obey, but I'm not fast enough for him because he grabs my hips and pulls them back forcibly before delivering a few swats to my bare ass.

"You want me to fuck you like a whore, then you're going to let me fuck you like one," he growls and plunges his cock deep inside.

Jarek pounds into me repeatedly for a bit, but then he spreads my cheeks and spits. The wad slides down my ass crack, and he massages it into my forbidden pucker. When I tense up, he slaps my ass hard.

"You asked for it, pauper. It's only my finger—youwilltake it."

His order alone has me aching for my release, and my body slowly relaxes itself. Jarek pushes a digit into me a little bit at a time, and when he shoves my head into the pillow, opening me up for his intrusion, the digit makes it completely in.

"Look at that; you took it so well, pauper." Jarek spits again for more lubrication before he starts thrusting his finger in rhythm with his cock. "That's my girl. Now reach down and play with your clit, baby."

Doing as Jarek tells me to do, I get to my climax so much faster. However, he doesn't. The Falcon Heir is too experienced to come so soon, and he spends the next hour proving it to me.

"Please, Jarek…I can't…" I pant breathlessly when he tries to get a sixth orgasm out of me.

"Beg me for my seed, pauper. Tell me how much you want to have my baby, and I will fill you up so you can rest," he says in a teasing tone, but he's completely serious.

I don't know if I can make it sound authentic because I don't want to have his kid or any kid at this time in my life. I'm only doing this for the money—as agreed—aren't I?

Being the good girl that he always wants me to be, I give him what he wants, and in a pleading tone, I beg, "Please, Jarek. Fill me up and plant your seed in me—give me your baby—I want this so much." I surprise myself at how believable I sound.