Falling For The True Heiress

A few minutes later, the front door opened.

Sylvia stepped out of the mansion. She was carrying a towel and a fresh set of clothes tucked under her arm. From where I sat, I couldn’t make out exactly what she had brought.

She walked across the driveway and stopped beside the passenger door.

Knock.

Knock.

She tapped lightly on the window before opening the door.

"Babe."

She smiled down at me. "Come on. It’s time to change."

I pushed myself up in my seat.

Before I could say anything, Sylvia reached inside and adjusted the passenger seat, easing it back a little farther.

"Lie down," she said, her expression so innocent it almost made me suspicious. "So I can help you change."

I nearly choked on my own breath.

I coughed twice before finally finding my voice.

"I-I’ll do it myself."

She frowned immediately and shook her head.

"No."

"Why not?"

She looked at me with complete sincerity.

"I’m the one who made the mess..."

She lifted the towel slightly with a small, guilty smile.

"So it’s only fair that I clean it up."

I stared at Sylvia for a long moment before finally giving a small nod.

"Fine."

I leaned back against the seat and closed my eyes. I felt so embarrassed having Sylvia clean me up.

She reached for the button of my jeans and slowly unhooked it.

I felt her eyes on me.

"Lift your hips a little."

I did as she asked.

She hooked her fingers beneath the waistband and slowly pulled jeans down my legs until they slipped free, and she set them neatly aside.

The cool evening air brushed against my bare skin, making me shiver.

She trailed her fingertips slowly from my thighs to my hips, her touch light enough to send a shiver across my skin. Every gentle stroke left a trail of warmth behind, making my muscles tense before slowly relaxing.

I couldn’t help opening my eyes to look at her.

Sylvia closed her eyes and tilted her head slightly, as though savoring the air between us. A small smile tugged at the corner of her lips before she looked at me again.

"Mmm," she murmured softly. "You have such an addictive scent."

Her voice was quiet, almost as if she were a confession she was making to herself.

My heart skipped a beat.

She held my gaze for a few seconds before her eyes slowly drifted downward.

Then she looked back at me.

"Can I pull down your panties?" she asked softly, gently biting her lower lip as she waited for my answer.

I bit the inside of my cheek, trying to hold back the moan rising in my throat. Just watching Sylvia bite her lip was enough to make my heart pound.

Heat rushed to my face. I knew my cheeks had already turned red.

I slowly gave a small nod.

Sylvia smiled.

"Thanks, babe."

She gently pulled my panties down. Her eyes stayed on me for a moment before her gaze drifted lower. She paused, her expression soft, almost thoughtful.

"Minnie," she said quietly, looking back at me. "You’re still getting wet."

My breath caught.

I was already wet just from watching Sylvia bite her lip.

God...

I was completely crazy about this girl.

I quickly looked away.

"How about I help you down there?" Sylvia asked softly.

"No." I turned to her right away. "We’re outside, Sylvia."

"Then let’s go inside."

I shook my head. "Still no."

I wasn’t changing my mind.

Sylvia let out a small sigh, but the smile on her lips didn’t fade. She looked at me for a long second, like she was trying to figure out what was going on inside my head.

I couldn’t look at her for long. My face was already burning with embarrassment, and I knew she could see right through me.

Sylvia nodded.

"Fine. But make sure you don’t moan while I clean you up."

I swallowed hard, biting the inside of my cheek.

She picked up the towel, folded it neatly, and began to wipe me clean.

Her movements were slow and gentle. Every soft brush of the towel against my skin made it harder to stay still. It was as if she knew exactly how to test my self-control without saying a word.

My hips lifted on their own before I could stop them.

"Babe, remember what I said," Sylvia reminded me, a teasing smile playing on her lips.

I swallowed hard again, trying to force my body to behave, but it refused to listen. The more I fought it, the more it seemed to crave her touch.

Fuck.

Traitor.

Sylvia used the towel and slowly moved down to my ankle, wiping in slow, gentle circles that sent a shiver racing up my spine.

I bit the inside of my cheek so hard I could taste blood.

I couldn’t hold back any longer. My hips jerked forward on their own.

"Sylvia... please stop," I cried, my head falling back.

"Please, babe."

A teasing smile tugged at Sylvia’s lips. She bit her lower lip again before lifting her gaze to meet mine.

"But I’m not doing anything," she said innocently.

She slowly raised the towel again, her movements calm and slow.

"Ahhhhhh..."

"Sylvia... please stop," I whispered, even though my body was betraying every word that left my mouth.

"Are you sure you want me to stop?" she asked softly as she leaned closer and pressed a gentle kiss against my thigh.

The cool touch of her lips against my warm skin sent another shiver through me. My breathing grew uneven, and my fingers tightened against the seat as I struggled to steady myself. The closer she was, the harder it became to think straight, my body reacting before my mind could catch up.

"Yes, please," I begged, my voice barely above a whisper. "Please... stop."

I looked at her with pleading eyes, hoping she would listen.

The truth was, I wanted every bit of the attention she was giving me. Every gentle touch made it harder to think, harder to remember where we were.

But we were still outside.

"What if someone sees us?" I whispered, my voice trembling. I glanced around nervously before looking back at her. "Please, Sylvia."

My heart pounded so hard I could hear it in my ears. I didn’t know if I was more afraid of someone walking by or of how easily Sylvia could make me lose my composure.

"Don’t worry, babe," Sylvia said. "Please, let me—"

Before she could finish her sentence, she slipped two fingers inside me.

"Mmmph..."

The moan escaped before I could stop it. My eyes widened, and I quickly clamped a hand over my mouth.

My head fell back, and my eyes squeezed shut.

"Sylvia... please."

She didn’t answer.

Her attention remained fixed on me, her expression calm as she watched every reaction that crossed my face.

A shaky breath left my lips.

"Oh... fuck."

"You love it?" she asked, her eyes never leaving mine.

Without thinking, I nodded.

The moment I realized what I’d done, I quickly shook my head.

"No..." I whispered, my voice trembling. "Please... stop."

A small smile spread across Sylvia’s lips.

"Then let me see how long it takes before you surrender."

She slowly pulled her fingers away.

A quiet whimper escaped me as my hips instinctively followed after her, chasing the warmth she had taken with her. The sudden emptiness left me feeling strangely restless.

I swallowed hard and quickly looked away, too embarrassed to meet her eyes.

Sylvia’s smile only deepened.

She leaned down slowly.

Before I could figure out what she was about to do, I felt her warm breath brush against me.

My entire body stiffened.

The gentle rush of air sent a sharp shiver racing up my spine, making my muscles twitch before I could stop them. My fingers curled tightly against the seat as I struggled to steady my breathing, my heart pounding so loudly it drowned out every other sound around us.

A small smile spread across Sylvia’s lips as she watched my reaction before leaning in.

She kissed my already dripping entrance before letting her fingertips trail down my thigh. Her touch was slow and unhurried, sending a shiver through me as her fingers traced their way back up again.

She leaned down and kissed me there once more. My juices coated her lips, and when she pulled back, she slowly licked them away before leaning in again.

She took me into her mouth, her movements gentle at first, as though she was savoring every second. Her tongue flicked over me in slow, teasing strokes before she closed her lips around me, drawing a trembling gasp from deep within my chest.

My fingers tightened against the seat beneath me. My breathing grew ragged, and every nerve in my body seemed to come alive beneath her careful attention. Heat rushed through me in waves, making it impossible to think about anything except the woman in front of me.

A soft, broken moan escaped my lips before I could stop it.

"Holy crap..."

I broke down completely.

Every bit of resistance I had been clinging to crumbled away. My fingers tightened against the seat, and my breathing turned uneven as I struggled to steady myself.

"Please... don’t stop," I begged.

This time, I wasn’t asking her to stop.

I was begging her to stay.

I sounded desperate.

Shamelessly desperate.

I knew it.

But—

My babe was such a teasing little beast.

"Mmmph..."

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