Page 87 of Forbidden Heroes

“Please,” I beg, and right now I’m not sure what I’m begging for. Maybe everything and anything he wants to do to me.

Panting from the feel of his fingers on my asshole, I press back and into his hands, loving the sensations cascading through me. “I want everything with you.” My words catch when the tip of his thumb breaches my back entrance. He brings his shaft to the opening of my flexing vagina, driving in with a hard thrust that pushes me forward. I brace my arms, ready for more. So so much more.

“Relax, baby,” he croons, soothing his hand up and down my spine. “I’m here to give you whatever you want.”

“Professor,” I cry out as he rocks his hips, loving the way his balls slap my clit. He fucks me harder, working my velvety channel until I’m tightening around him. With every withdrawal my walls clench, dragging him right back in.

“I can feel your juicy cunt wanting more. Always more. Greedy for what I have to give her,” he growls, and I can tell he’s fighting for control.

He slides the rest of his thumb in my back entrance and I’m done.

“Oh God, Maddox.” Every hole contracts. We are both gasping for air, me more so.

It’s everything I can do not to shout every emotion, every feeling that pulls at my heartstrings. Love? I don’t know, but I know Maddox Spencer owns my body and I’m pretty close to giving him my heart too. His thrusts come faster, and his wicked talent of working me from every angle has my climax building fast. Strong fingers dig into the tender flesh holding me firmly.

I claw the towels for purchase while my hot-as-sin dean lavishes me with so much pleasure I can’t contain it anymore.

The glistening pool waters blur, and my walls begin to pulsate around him.

“Cum, now, Amber!” he commands gruffly. “Cum with me.” Maddox grunts and the second I feel his hot seed shoot into my newly fucked hole, heat explodes and I scream a sound so profound, so consuming, I shatter into a million pieces.

Maddox continues to stroke my walls with slow, easy thrusts through my climax, working me gently back to earth.

“That was the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” he whispers gently next to my ear.

He’s leaning over me, his delicious weight pushing us into the towels. He’s spread over me like a protective blanket of bulging muscle whispering into my ear. His hungry cock still buried inside me.

“Watching my pussy spread wide for my cock, taking me bare and drinking my seed is a special gift, Amber. One I’ll never forget. And by the way, you’re not going to work at Insomnia tonight or any other night even if I have to tie you to my bed.”

I don’t miss the claiming use of his words. My much older and most definitely off-limits dean has dominated my body and now my heart.

Eleven

Amber

Maddox carries me upstairs and cares for me in a long, hot shower. He doesn’t miss a part of me, making sure to thoroughly wash my body with special attention to my sensitive parts.

After seeing to my hair and drying me, he carries me to bed, slipping beneath the covers with me. Part of me feared he would shun me and take off again, but I’m delighted when he pulls me into his arms and wraps a leg around mine.

Maddox lifts his head from the pillow. “Tell me something. Why a lawyer?”

I roll over and spread over his chest with his hand coming to rest calmly on my back. I give a single shoulder shrug.

“I dunno. It’s just something I’ve always wanted. It’s what called to me, I guess. No one ever stood up for the little girl I was when child protective services came around every time my father went on a doping bender and landed in rehab.” I rest my chin on my hand and look up at him. “Don’t get me wrong, the women who looked after me were great, but you have to remember I was nothing but a case number, same as every other kid like me in a similar situation. When my father got out, back I went and the cycle started all over again. I want to be someone who can stop that for a child, to stand up for the weak. I know, cliché right. Lame even.” I scrunch my nose not sure how to take his silence, and then he surprises me.

He shakes his head. “Noble.”

“So what about you? Why the military?”

“Duty and honor. I grew up in a military family, so it seemed natural. All but my grandfather on my mother’s side served. All my brothers are either in the Army or Marines. BBQs with the family is interesting to say the least.”

His chest rumbles with a deep laugh, a warmth in his eyes that can be nothing more than genuine affection for his siblings.

“My grandfather is the one that set me up with a trust-fund. But life has never been about the money.”

I trace small circles over his abs. “Now that is noble. Doing something out of love for your family. I want that someday. A family who is always there for one another and with a hug and smile to offer when you wake in the morning and go to sleep a night. To have someone who cares for me and loves me for who I am.”

He turns his head and peers down at me with a peculiar look in his eye. “Cares or love?” He asks.

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