Page 225 of Forbidden Heroes

He moves his mouth to the dip in my neck, his eyes never leaving mine until he dips his head. He drags his teeth over my tender flesh, and I lose all sense of time.

Fuck, that feels so good. Knowing this is wrong and yet so right makes the fire in me simmer hotter until I can’t control the flames any longer. Maybe I never had control to begin with. Who fucking cares! I rock my hips and meet his slow, teeth-clattering thrust.

My eyes lock with his as I reach for my nipples and work the tight points between my fingers. Another hot spurt of girl cum slips from my core to wet my thighs and his cock.

Boone groans, feeling all the wetness he pulls from me. He withdraws and waits for me to open my eyes and look at him. When I do, he drives his fat cock back into me with a solid, powerful stroke, his balls slapping my ass.

I clutch at the sheets so I don't make a mess of his back with my nails.

“No,” he grounds through clenched teeth, taking both my hands in his and dragging them to his shoulders.

“On me at all times. You want to let out just how good this feels, you do it to me. I want every finger on me and every moan hitting my ears. Don’t hold anything back. You hear me, baby girl. And after tonight. Stay the fuck away from me. I’m a monster.”

He’s not. I hope I can make him see just what a wonderful man he truly is.

His hips begin to buck and ride me hard. Pushing my legs wider so the nub of my clit peeks out between my cum-soaked folds and his fingers are there, working over the sensitive spot. I whimper, feeling so damn close to cumming and filthy all at once. His muscles, gorgeous and rippling under my hands, bunch and tighten the faster he fucks me. I can’t hold on much longer no matter how much I try to hold off.

My orgasm slams into me, and it’s stronger than anything I’ve ever experienced alone in my room. It’s like all the dreams I’ve had about this moment have accumulated and burst over me all at once.

“Fuck, yes,” Boone groans, and he captures my lips with his, thrusting his tongue inside, claiming my mouth in a harsh kiss. He tears away and pulls his cock out until the head is the only thing stretching me wide. A couple of shallow thrusts and he palms his cock, rolling the condom off.

His eyes are glazed over with a fire I've never witnessed before in anyone much less Boone. He pumps his cock once and a thick rope of cum spurts out to cover my tits. Pump after pump he coats me with his cum.

I drop my gaze to his lips to see the word mine pour from them like the hot cum he’s spilling over my tits and belly. It’s a whisper, but I feel the heat of it all the same.

His.

Feeling dirty and naughty and loving it, I lock gazes with him, gather his white-hot milk on the tip of my finger and bring it to my lips.

He thinks this is the last time he’ll have me spread open and giving me his cum. The next twenty-four hours are going to be a lot of fun proving him wrong.

Six

Boone

That isn't a bathing suit. It's a walking billboard for sex, and those shorts? More like a waistband with pockets.

I tried to shuffle her off this morning but her damn truck has two flats and only one spare.

She's stranded out here with me because I can't drive her back to the house. With colts on the way and horses to care for with no hands to speak of, I'm on my own and it’s too damn late to tell our foreman I was just kidding about the two-week vacation. I’m not that big of an asshole.

But in hindsight, I should have kept at least one hand on staff, but irritation has me giving them all two weeks off. I've handled birthing colts on my own and there's a vet a few miles down the road on standby if a few mares drop their babies before expected. I'll be fine. Or at least I thought I would. I lock my gaze onto a perfectly round pair of ass cheeks I had my face buried in less than twelve hours ago and fight back the raging hard-on fighting to bust through my zipper.

Before leaving, a ranch hand must have cleaned the pool. It glistens in the fierce noon sunlight like a gem, but its intense shine holds nothing compared to the rare beauty sitting alongside the edge rubbing tanning oil over the luscious mounds of her tits. I can smell the tropical scent over the power of my black coffee, and fuck if I don't crave a taste of coconut.

I scrape at the stubble on my chin and dump the sour-tasting brew. If my father knew the fucked up shit I've stepped into he would roll over in his grave. Hell, he might already be.

What kind of animal am I? I shouldn't want to touch a girl that I'm supposed to take care of, much less steal away her virginity and ruin her.

I tear myself away from the angel on my pool deck and head back to the bedroom. The scent of sex and wildflowers from Harper’s shampoo fills the room.

I fling back the heavy comforter to find a red streak where I had my fill of Harper's virgin pussy. If I close my eyes and I can taste the sweet girl-cum all over again.

Rage fills my veins at my perverted thoughts and I tear off the sheet, blankets—everything and throw them in the wash. I stalk past the kitchen window and nearly fall over.

Harper is going to make my heart stop cold in my chest one of these days. By the time I take another breath the cold lump of muscle starts to hammer against my chest in rapid fire. Blood rushes straight through my body and hits my cock, making me harder than steel. She's on her stomach one second and in the next her perfectly round ass in the air, legs spread in some yoga pose. I've only seen it on TV in one show or another. Seeing it in person I now get why Hunter is smitten over the town’s yoga teacher.

That pose is perfect for driving my cock in so deep my balls would slap her clit.

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