The Heiress' Re Chapter 137 Wet For Me

Chapter 137: Chapter 137 Wet For

Marcus’s POV

I pulled back from the kiss just enough to see her eyes wide and her lips parted. She looked stunned, like she couldn’t believe what just happened, but I wasn’t done, not by a long shot.

With my heart racing with a mix of anger and hunger. I leaned in again, but this ti my lips found her neck. I began to trail slow, hot kisses along her skin, right where her pulse jumped under my mouth.

She tasted salty from the tension, and it drove

wild.

"What... what are you doing?" she stuttered, her voice shaky as her hands pushed at my chest, but not hard like she wasn’t sure if she wanted to stop

or not.

I inhaled deeply.

The air around her carried this scent, her arousal hitting

like a punch, sweet and musky, making my cock twitch in my pants.

I’d been craving this since that first kiss outside the ice cream shop, even though that kiss was brief; her lips had been so soft back then, tasting like vanilla from the cone she’d been holding.

It lingered in my mind, teasing

every night since.

I’d watched her closely these past weeks she’s been staying, how hot she really was. The way her boobs filled out her tops, round and firm, the shape begging to be touched. I’d pictured it a hundred tis, her smart mouth wrapped around my cock, those lips sliding up and down, taking

deep while she looked up at

with those defiant eyes.

Our whole thing was a contract, a deal to keep up appearances. I didn’t trust her one bit. She was too sharp, too willing to push back, but damn, I wanted her.

I want to taste every inch, to break through that tough shell and make her mine.

My hand moved on its own as I slipped it under her shirt, my fingers brushing her warm skin. I reached her bra and pinched her nipple through the fabric, rolling it between my thumb and finger.

She gasped, her body arching into

even as she tried to pull away.

"Stop," she moaned, but it ca out weak like a plea mixed with need. Her voice cracked, and that sound went straight to my groin.

I didn’t stop, I couldn’t. I pinched harder, feeling her nipple harden under my touch. Her boobs were perfect, just like I’d imagined...heavy in my hand, soft yet responsive.

She squird, but I held her close with my other arm around her waist. My lips kept moving on her neck, sucking lightly now, leaving little marks I knew she’d feel later. Her breath ca in short bursts, hot against my ear. I could feel her heart hamring, matching mine.

My hand slid lower over her stomach and down to the waistband of her pants.

I didn’t ask; instead, I just pushed my fingers inside, finding her core.

She was drenched, already her pussy slick and hot against my skin.

It soaked through her panties, making my fingers glide easily.

The feel of her wetness made

groan low in my throat.

"You’re so wet for ," I murmured against her skin, my voice rough. "All that talk and look at you dripping like you need this."

She whimpered, her hips bucking once before she caught herself. "Marcus don’t—" But her words cut off as I slipped a finger past her folds, pushing inside her tight heat.

She clenched around , so damn responsive.

I added a second finger, curling them to hit that spot that made her knees buckle.

Before she could fight back or push

away, I started moving slowly at first, then faster, thrusting in and out while my thumb circled her clit.

Her moans filled the room, low and desperate.

I watched her face, eyes half-closed as she bit her lips with her cheeks flushed. It was better than any fantasy.

"Feel that?" I said my breath hot on her ear.

"Your pussy’s gripping my fingers like it doesn’t want

to stop. You act tough, but you’re just a needy little thing, aren’t you? Begging for it without saying a word."

She shook her head, but her body betrayed her. Her hips rocked against my hand, chasing the rhythm.

I pumped harder, feeling her walls flutter, her breath turning to pants.

She was close, I could tell by the way she tensed, her nails digging into my arms.

The scent of her arousal grew stronger, mixing with her perfu, driving

insane. My cock strained against my zipper hard and aching to bury itself deep inside her.

I wanted to flip her over, spread her legs, and fuck her until she scread my na.

But I didn’t trust this, I don’t trust her, and I shouldn’t be doing this.

I kept going with my fingers relentlessly until she was right on the edge. Her moans turned to cries, her body trembling. "Please, Marcus—" she gasped, so close to breaking.

Then I pulled out my fingers, leaving her empty, slick with her juices.

Her staggered eyes snapped open in shock and frustration.

"Pathetic slut," I said, my voice cold now, stepping back. "Can’t even handle a little teasing without falling apart."

I turned and walked out, slamming the door behind , my dick throbbing, begging for release, dying to plunge into her wetness and claim what I’d just denied us both, but my ego won.

I wouldn’t give her that satisfaction.