Page 81 of Forbidden Heroes

He gathers my hair in his hand and moves the long, dark locks to the side.

Without looking away, I open and sink my mouth over the thick, heavy length of him, not stopping until he hits the back of my throat. I pull out and do it all over again. Working him with my hand around his thick girth as I swallow him whole again and again.

His fingers tighten in my hair, and I love the bite of pain. Sweat beads across his body and his jerking hips.

He comes off the couch and grows impossibly harder. The sticky, suckling sound of him fucking my mouth fills the silence and the eroticism has my hand under the dainty band of my panties again. This time when I cry out he’s right there driving into my mouth faster and harder, and I can taste him on my tongue. I circle my clit in time with my strokes of his cock, grinding my hips and desperate for my own release. My pussy clenches and juices spills over my hand as I shove two fingers in, uncaring of my virginity as the first hot rope of his cum hits the back of my throat.

“Take it all, sweetheart, swallow me and let me see those beautiful eyes as I shoot my load into the fucking perfect mouth.”

My cheeks hollow around him and I do as he commands, but I can’t find my own release.

He moves quickly, pulling his spent shaft from my mouth as I swallow the last of his cum on my tongue. In two seconds I’m on my back replacing him on the couch as he kneels his big body over me. Without a word between us he rips the lacy panties from me and tosses them on the floor with my borrowed shirt.

“Lie back,” he commands gruffly, “…and spread your legs.” He’s clenching and unclenching his fingers at his side.

The rough, primal anger in his voice tells me this is going to be hard and fast, but I’m going to love everything he’s about to do to me. His powerful shoulders force my legs apart when I don’t move quickly enough for him.

I’m spread wide open for him to see each and every naughty bit of me in the moonlight.

“Maddox, hurry. It hurts so good. It’s burning. Help me.” Every word comes out as a barely whispered plea each of which do not fall on deaf ears.

His tongue is on me licking and probing my tight virgin cunt. No easing me into anything. Not tonight. The hunger is too raw and powerful. Something I didn’t think was possible before now.

I trail my fingers over my nipples and down my tummy in search of my throbbing, aching clit as he devours the rest of me. I’ve never wanted a man so much as I want him right now and my clenching pussy craves to know what it feels like to have a man take me there.

I arch when he drags his tongue through my pouty pink lips and continues on until I feel him rimming my ass with the tip of his tongue. He wraps his arms around my legs and holds me to him, eating me out like I’m his last meal and this is his last day on earth.

“Maddox,” I scream, feeling the same desperation from the last time he made me cum. It’s as tangible as the heady lust hanging in the night air. Desperation to have, to taste, to consume until we both feel satisfied.

“Fuck me, please give me all of you.” My head is thrashing from side to side.

This time my words have no effect on him. He continues to eat my ass and then work his way up, nibbling on my swollen lips and then wrapping his lips around my nub and sucking.

A burst of sensation rains through me, bowing my back off the cushions and into his strong hands the second my climax hits me with the strength of a sonic boom. He flicks his tongue over the tiny bud a few more times, causing pulsating waves to ripple throughout my body. Hot cum spills from my center, and he catches every last drop I have to give, as greedy as I was for him.

Hard, burning waves of arousal are still lapping within and I’m still coming down from my release when he takes me in his arms and carries me back to his bed in silence.

He tucks me in, taking care not to touch me once I’m out of his arms and safely under his covers.

“This didn’t happen and won’t happen again.” He states matter-of-factly.

I smirk. Nice try. There’s not a cell in my body that isn’t humming with pleasure from the climax he gave me, and his dick is already hanging hard and heavy between his thighs again.

Try ignoring that.

Eight

Amber

Icrawl out of bed tired after what feels like only a few hours of sleep. Flashing red numbers from the side table tell another story. Noon has rolled around and it’s almost half past with only a few minutes to spare. I stretch beneath the covers and marvel just a little longer at the luxurious feel of all that beautifully soft cotton against my warm, naked skin.

Last night was a marvel, and I can’t wait to tease Maddox this morning until he gives in again. I could get addicted to coming like that every day and well, that’s not a bad thing in my opinion as long as it’s him and me.

I find another T-shirt in his drawer, hoping he doesn’t mind, and dig the last pair of clean panties from my purse. I’ll have to insist we go and gather my car today so I don’t have to show up to school in the dean’s T-shirt.

I pad my way downstairs only to find a note scribbled in a strong, masculine scrawl stuck to the fridge instead of a half-naked man on the couch like I expect.

“Gone all day, make yourself at home. See you at dinner.”-M

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