The hidden heir was the one secret I would protect with my life — and with Justin’s endless suffering.
I kept him on his knees as the afternoon sun burned through the high windows, turning the treatment room into a furnace of golden light. The neutral sensitizer thrummed through his veins in perfect waves, sharpening every nerve until the air felt like fire on wet skin. His thighs shook violently. Sweat carved glistening rivers down the hard contours of his chest and abdomen. His c**k hung heavy and flushed between his spread thighs, the head swollen and glistening, leaking in thick, rhythmic drops that fell onto the sheets with soft, obscene sounds.
I straddled his lap and sank down onto his throbbing length in one slow, claiming glide until he filled me completely. I stayed buried deep
