Page 41 of Forbidden Heroes

“Places your hands on the glass and spread your legs for me sweetness.”

Behind me I can feel the searing, hot ridge of his cock pressed against my ass. I rotate my hips just a little and get a better feel and now I’m wishing he was as naked as I am.

“I...I’ve never done this kind of thing before,” I whisper.

“Then all the better for me.” He pauses. “You only need to give the word and I will see you home safely.”

I shake my head. My emotions are all over the place. And that voice, just close enough to be Blackthorne’s that if I close my eyes it doesn’t take much to imagine him standing behind me. That it’s him running the tips of his fingers over my heated skin and him kissing the slight slope of my neck.

I lean back into his arms, letting my head rest on his shoulder.

“No. I want to be here,” I say. And whatever that makes me in the eyes of whoever wants to pass judgment can say what they want. I’m taking for me if only for one night. Who is it hurting?

On the way here with Amber, I half expected the man I ended up with to be a sophisticated prick who stunk of privilege, arrogance and to lord his dominance over me. I only get one of those things right. He’s rich obviously. But there’s nothing about this man that makes me think he’s an arrogant prick.

Dominate? Now that’s another thing altogether. I shiver with the pleasure of that thought. Just in how he speaks, I can tell he’s a man that likes control and gets what he wants.

“Can they see us?” I ask. A question that should have dawned on me much earlier than now.

“Only if you want them to.”

“No.”

He chuckles softly. “Good, I want to have you all to myself this evening. You’ll find I don’t share too well. What is mine stays that way.” He flicks a switch and the two-way mirror shifts to reflect us.

The image of the masked man behind me floods into view, and I get a crystal-clear image of dark, penetrating eyes, dark hair and a beautiful mouth.

He takes both my hands and guides them to the glass. “Without moving your hands, spread your legs for me.”

The heel of my stilettos raises me to the level of his chin. His hands glide down my outstretched arms, gently over my sides as he circles to stand in front of me. Holding my gaze, he reaches for the front of my thong and the second his fingers find his target, his chest heaves with a growl.

He falls to his knees, dips his thumbs into the band of my G-string and peels back the soaked-through silk from my drenched folds, and I groan. Out of embarrassment, but more out of need.

I glance down my body to see a smile on his lips as he lowers the material over my thighs and helps me step from them.

Bare to him, he positions my legs wide enough where my freshly shaved pink folds are slightly parted and the bud of my clit peaks out.

I can feel myself growing wetter. He peels open my pussy lips and blows hot air over the sensitive bud.

I cry out, gasping for air at the sudden shock. So absorbed in how he’s making me feel, I drop my hands to the top of his head, burying my fingers into the luscious locks.

He looks up at me through his mask, with a devilish glint in his eyes. “Someone has a hard time obeying orders.”

Did his voice just dip lower? Girl cum slips from my opening, and I know he sees what his words do to me. He leans forward and gathers my juices on his tongue, gliding the tip through my folds and over my needy clit.

I gasp and my breaths now come in shallow pants. I can’t begin to process how turned on I am right now, and I don’t try. I let the feelings wash over me, riding them like the expert surfer I’m not. My heavy breasts quiver and the small movement must have drawn his attention because he’s behind me now, wrapping his thick arm around my waist. One tug and I’m in his embrace.

With my body pressed against his hard chest, he traces circles around the top of my breasts, his cock hard in the crease of my ass. I shimmy, raising my arm back to wind around his neck, my fingers in his hair again.

Slowly he begins to peel away the glittery white pasty positioned over the sensitive peak. “Oh,” I gasp, as the last bit is pulled away from my skin, loving the delicious torture.

Using two fingers, he takes the jutted tip and applies just enough pressure to have my knees give, but his strong arm is there to catch me.

He repeats the same to my other nipple, and I press my thighs together.

He licks and kisses his way down my back, stopping at my ass. I cry out when he sinks his teeth into the plump flesh, marking me. His growl of possession or appreciation has me whimpering as I turn to look at him over my shoulder.

Hands on my hips, he turns me around as he kisses his way back up my naked body until my nipples fall prey to his delectable seductions. I can feel my entire body coming alive with each caress, kiss, and bite.

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