Page 80 of Forbidden Heroes

“How the fuck have you survived this long looking so damn innocent?”

He doesn’t wait for an answer. He grabs my hand and leads me to his room in silence, and my heartbeat jackhammers like it wants to beat a hole through my chest. At the door he swings me around from behind him and releases my hand once I’m inside. With his hand on the knob, he says, “We'll talk in the morning. Get some rest.”

And then I’m all alone again.

Anger and frustration well inside me. “Grr…tonight is going to be a very long night.”

Seven

Amber

Ijerk awake, not sure what has me sitting up in bed, clutching the sheet.

Then I hear it again, and for a brief moment I think I hear my father. He’s found me or my landlord has broken into my apartment and has all his trash friends with him. I’m gulping for air as the room comes into view. I left a light on in the corner and I start to breathe again when I realize where I am and whose bed I’m snuggled in.

There it goes again. Faint and deep, almost breathy.

I guess I’m still half asleep when I reach the middle of the stairs because I don’t fully understand what I’m hearing until the very deep and utterly pussy-clenching grunt reaches my ears.

And just like that everything I shoved to the back of mind so I could grab a few hours of sleep comes roaring back to life in a wave of heat, and my panties are instantly drenched.

Masculine grunts and groans carry over to where I stand now at the foot of the stairs, my hand gripping the railing for support.

My breath catches in my throat at the beautiful, erotic view I find in the middle of the living room. Moonlight spills through the skylights overtop the sofa where Maddox lays sprawled out naked. Silver light kisses rippling muscle and the rock-hard cock in his hand.

Oh God. This is bad. I know this is a private moment, but I can’t help but watch.

My pulse hammers erratically and shoots a bolt of electricity to my clit, making the little nub throb.

And then he does the unthinkable and I hear the last thing I expect.

“That’s it, my sweet sugar. Take my cock in your mouth. Lick it as you suck. Draw my milk out.”

Heat tingles through me, starting near my heart and working its way south from there. Was he talking about me? Is someone else in the room that I can’t see? I step closer only to find the space in front of the couch bare of anyone else.

“Fuck, yeah, Amber, take all your professor’s big cock in that hot mouth and drink every drop down that beautiful throat. That’s my girl, lick me clean.”

Every single muscle in his body is strained, tight and bulging. His angry cock looks ready to explode in his hand, but he hasn’t reached that point yet. But he’s close.

His veined shaft is raging hard in his hand as he pumps the full length from root to head, causing a rivet of cum to spill from the slit. He’s picking up speed, aiming for a fast release. I lick my lips and slide my fingers into my panties. He’s jerking off to a fantasy of me. Oh my God. I’ve never seen anything sexier.

Do I go to him? Help relieve the pressure or hold myself back and pretend I don’t see him working his beautiful cock?

My nub is throbbing and the second my finger touches the bundle of nerves buried between my folds, I cry out into the night. Everything in me comes alive. My nipples harden, and liquid spills over my fingers as I stroke myself.

My gaze shoots to his over the edge of the couch and even in the pale light I can read the fire and heat in his gaze. His expression is an odd mix of pleasure and fury. “What the fuck are you doing, Amber? Go to bed!”

I can tell he’s angry and probably embarrassed, but right now I don’t care and I am about to make him not care either.

I’m on my knees beside him, ripping my shirt off and taking his cock in my hand before he has a chance of protesting further.

“I need this. I need you, professor. Please. It must hurt. Let me…” I whisper, flicking my tongue out to catch the pearl of cum cresting the fat, bulbous head. I brush my lips over the silky flesh, and his cock grows bigger in my hand.

His chiseled abs are quaking with restraint as he holds himself in check, but I want nothing more than to make him lose his control.

He’s gripping the base of his shaft right beneath my hand, holding my gaze for half a heartbeat when he points the milky tip toward me.

That’s all the in I need.

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