Page 13 of Forbidden Heroes

Yet here we are lined up to do all that and more. Come to think about it, it didn’t matter if we fuck our student in the back of his car. Simply touching her is enough to end our careers. I doubt the dean and board members will care how innocent and fucking sinful the student appears.

It seems I can’t heed a warning sign to save my life. Whatever piece of soul I have left after going to war just turned pitch black with the sinful thoughts on the tip of my tongue.

Elliot pops the door and joins us in the back. I watch Emberly for the slightest hint of discomfort but all I see is the hunger return and fill her heart-shaped face with a warm flush I’ve come to love about her.

Between us she’s still holding my hand. She scoots her perfect little ass across the leather and leans into me, making room for Elliot beside her. With my arm resting over the back of the seat her soft, curvy form fits snugly against my harder body.

I lean forward and just before my lips touch the shell of her ear, I whisper, “You want to thank us? Spread your legs over our thighs, baby. Show us how much you want us. Show us your pretty wet pussy.”

Inch by inch Emberly gathers the hem of her dress in her hands and drags the white cloth over her supple, silky skin. I groan inside. I can’t look away as she slides her finger under the slicked-up silk of her panties and peels it to the side. The scent of her arousal hits me and I growl when sticky, white-hot liquid slips from her tiny slit to wet her delicate pussy lips.

“Ah fuck, angel. Emberly. Damn, baby girl, you slay the fuck out of me.” I growl when her pretty red-tipped fingers peel back tender folds to reveal the tiny slit of her sweet core.

I haul her to sit on my lap. Using my legs, I part her tender thighs for my friend and me to share the beautiful view. “Elliot and I are going to show you what pretty virgins get in the back of their professors’ car.”

Six

Emberly

When you have us.

I know what I heard, but I don’t think they mean them how my brain wants to interpret the words.

I feel my heart pound out an unsteady rhythm. In fact it hasn’t stabilized since I stole a kiss from Elliot. And then he dominated the kiss.

I turn and stare into a set of gorgeous blue eyes. When Samuel looks at me like he is now, it feels like the man can see my deepest desires and wants to make them come true.

I can feel the heat climb up my cheeks as Professor Elliot slips off my shoe, takes my foot in his strong hand and places warm kisses up my calf, across my knee and over my thigh, stopping just shy of where I really want him.

“No, please, don’t stop,” I cry out and bury my hand in his hair. I can feel his iron hard gaze soften the second he sits up between my legs like when he asked me if I was okay back in the parking lot.

From the second I saw murder cross his face before his expression turned gentle with the same look he’s giving me now. Like he wants to eat me starting with my wet pussy and go from there.

Sounds like the perfect plan to me.

I get a soft chuckle in response to my begging, and all the hot anger in his eyes morphs into wonder. His eyes promise me hot pleasure, but I know he’s not a man to be rushed. He’s proven that time and time again in the classroom. He likes to take his time delivering lectures that always hit a chord and I don’t think having him between my thighs will be any different.

“No one has tasted this sweet piece of virgin pussy have they? Don’t lie. Tell me.” Elliot’s soft command makes me impossibly wetter and a need I can’t control acts as a vice on my knees clamping around Elliot’s shoulders.

“N…no,” I stutter and it’s the truth in a way.

Behind me, Samuel holds my hair to the side in one hand while he devours my neck with his mouth. I feel his lips on my collarbone and work down over the soft slope of my shoulder.

“Raise up, baby, let me take these from you.” Elliot caresses his way under the hem of my dress and hooks his thumb into the thin band of my panties and slides the tiny scrap of white lace over my hips. The strip between my thighs peels away from my body and I blush when they see all the girl cum wetting my lips because of them. For them.

He raises one leg then the other and pockets my panties.

With him half kneeling in the floor between my legs, I shudder and moan when he presses my legs wider and looks at all of me. My head falls back against Samuel’s shoulder and Elliot scoops my ass into his large hands, holding me up like a luscious dish of forbidden fruit he can’t wait to consume.

He dips his head and I think this is it. I’m finally going to feel him on me. Instead he runs the tip of his nose over my seam and the erotic view makes me cream even more. I whimper, heat forcing a shudder through me.

He inhales long and hard like he can’t get enough of me to fill him. “A drug. You smell like the one thing we shouldn’t want, baby.”

I gasp, panting, unable to squeeze my legs together to relieve the utterly divine sensations they fill me with.

“She’s so desperate for us, she’s dripping. Soaking the seat and my hands and that little untouched asshole.”

Holding his eyes, I can’t help the shy gasp that rushes through me when he pries my ass cheeks apart with his hands and growls.

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