Heir of Deception | (for mature audience)

*Chapter 17: Christian

Christian

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The air was thick with desire as I watched her succumb to pleasure, her body trembling with ecstasy. I felt her warmth enveloping my fingers, and the taste of her was intoxicating, a sweet nectar that lingered on my tongue. Her pussy clenched rhythmically around my finger, each contraction sending shivers down my spine. I could hardly contain the hunger rising within me. Carefully, I lifted her, laying her down on the bed with gentle reverence. I wanted her to see herself, to witness her own beauty reflected in the mirror positioned behind us, capturing every intimate moment.

With deliberate slowness, I pulled her wet panties down, setting them aside like a forgotten piece of clothing. Kneeling before her, I planted soft, lingering kisses along her thigh, savoring the taste of her skin until I reached her glistening entrance. Her legs draped over my shoulders, inviting me to indulge in my second course, a feast for both my eyes and my senses. My tongue swept over her clit in slow, circular motions, eliciting a loud, melodic moan that escaped her lips.

"Christian," she breathed, my name slipping from her mouth like a prayer.

The sound of her voice saying my name was like music to my ears, a symphony that filled the room with pure, unadulterated pleasure. As I continued to explore her, my thumb gently caressed her clit, adding to the symphony of her delight. Her fingers tangled in my hair, pulling me closer, urging me to continue. She thrust her hips, offering more of herself, and in that moment, she was mine completely. With a final, blissful wave, she came, panting for air, her body quaking beneath the intensity of her release.

"Princess, do I have your permission to treat you like my little slut?" I asked, my voice a low whisper, thick with lust.

She nodded eagerly, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

"Use your words," I insisted, wanting to hear her surrender fully.

"Yes, you—" she began, but that was all the invitation I needed.

With a swift motion, I flipped her onto all fours, positioning myself behind her. I discarded my shorts, the fabric landing forgotten on the floor. My tip glistened with pre-cum, a testament to the desire building inside me. With one powerful thrust, I buried myself deep within her, eliciting a scream that echoed in the air.

"Shhh, they’re going to hear you," I whispered, my breath hot against her ear.

"Let them," she moaned, defiance lacing her words.

"Look how beautiful you look, my little slut," I murmured, guiding her gaze to the mirror as I thrust deeply inside her.

Her hair was a wild halo around her face, eyes rolling back in pleasure, yet she radiated an undeniable beauty. In that moment, I realized I needed to be the only one who witnessed her like this. To the world, she was a perfect model, composed and poised, but here, in our sanctuary, she was raw and unfiltered, the embodiment of passion.

"I'm gonna come, Christian!" she announced, her voice a desperate plea.

"Tell me you’re mine, princess," I urged, wanting to hear her claim.

"I'm yours!" she screamed, the words pouring from her soul.

With a fistful of her luscious hair, I pulled her closer, driving into her with renewed vigor. The muscles of her pussy tensed around me, squeezing as she released her essence, coating my cock with her juices. The sound of skin slapping against skin, mixed with her moans that echoed off the walls, filled the room with a primal rhythm. With one final, powerful thrust, I filled her with my cum, our bodies entwined in a glorious crescendo.

Breathless, I collapsed next to her, the reality of our passionate encounter settling over me like a warm blanket. I stared up at the ceiling, my body still tingling from the aftershocks of pleasure, my cock resting against my thigh. She turned to me, sweat glistening on her forehead, and I instinctively brushed the stray hairs from her face.

"You should apologize to your friends for ignoring them the whole day," I suggested, a teasing lilt in my voice.

"Can I do it tomorrow?" she asked, her voice soft and tired. "I'm exhausted."

"Good girl," I replied, a smile creeping across my face, warmth flooding my chest.

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The next morning, I awoke to find my body intertwined with hers, the sheets barely covering us. Her head rested gently on my chest, and her legs were wrapped around mine, as if she were afraid to let go. The early morning light streamed through the window, illuminating her features, and I couldn’t help but smile at the sight before me. If this was a dream, I hoped to stay lost in it forever.

At 29, I had never woken up next to a woman and felt such a desperate need for her presence. She wasn’t like the others; she was Alexandria. My sweet little princess, who had completely surprised me from the very first moment we met.

The day I encountered her at Aliyah's fashion show, I had assumed she was just another entitled heiress, accustomed to getting her way. But I quickly learned that she was so much more than that. Beneath her seemingly spoiled exterior lay a fierce determination and an undeniable spark that drew me in. The only thing I had been right about was her stubbornness, and I found myself growing to admire that aspect of her character. She was the embodiment of the old adage: "Don’t judge a book by its cover."

I looked down at her, a wave of regret washing over me for my initial misconceptions. I gently removed the stray strands of hair from her face, and as I did, she nuzzled against my skin, a soft sigh escaping her lips. Slowly, her eyes fluttered open, revealing the deep pools of warmth that drew me in.

"Morning, princess," I greeted softly, a smile spreading across my face.

"How long have you been staring at me while I was asleep?" she asked, her voice still heavy with sleep.

"About an hour and..." I glanced at my watch on the nightstand, "twenty-two minutes."

"Creep," she teased, shifting next to me.

"Don't be mean," I replied, pulling her back on top of me, playfully giving her a light smack on the ass.

"Do you know this is the first time I've woken up naked next to someone?" she smiled, planting a gentle kiss on my shoulder.

A pang of jealousy surged through me at the thought of other men sharing this intimate moment with her. The idea of anyone else having the privilege of waking up beside her made my blood boil.

"And how many others were there?" I questioned, my curiosity piqued.

She looked up, as if searching for the answer in the ceiling. "Six boyfriends since I was sixteen."

"And I'm lucky number seven?" I quipped, trying to mask the growing possessiveness in my tone.

"I chose them; I didn't choose you," she replied with a playful smile covering for the truth behind her words.

"Ouch," I feigned hurt, a dramatic frown on my face. "What do I have to do to make you choose me?"

"You’ve done enough last night," she said, her smile growing wider.

"Okay, but I'm an overachiever," I countered, shifting my weight to hover above her. "Can I get extra credit?"

"What do you wish to do for extra credit?" she inquired, a glimmer of mischief in her eyes.

"Be quiet and don’t wake the house up, loud mouth," I teased, my voice low and playful.

With a cheeky grin, I disappeared under the covers, ready to embark on a new adventure of extra credit.