Page 173 of Filthy Lovin Heroes

I nodded.

“Good. After I fill you with my cum, you’re going to take my cock and lick it clean.”

A wicked smile pulled at my lips. “Naughty. I like it.”

I made a wild noise, out of control, and deeply absorbed in my man. He was making me feel so good and taking me to new heights.

“You want my cum in your pussy, don’t you, baby?” He pushed deep. Withdrew. Shoved deeper, bumping the utmost point of my body. I clenched around him and loved the deep grunt of approval he gave. I slipped my hand under his shirt and raked my nails down his hard-muscled back.

The vein on his throat stood out and pulsed in time to his heart—to my heart. “Diesel, it’s too much!”

“You can take it. And you will.” He watched my face as he drove me up the steep slope to my orgasm. I knew better than to look away from him, but I couldn’t even if I tried. He was beautiful, and I was losing myself in his dark gaze. His mouth twisted and he stiffened.

The thought of his hot ropes of cum in my pussy sent me sailing over the edge. A wave slammed me, and I screamed his name. Pulsing as his cock buried deep inside me. Then I felt that hot splash of his cum, and I was lost.

I came back to myself when Diesel’s cock brushed over my lips. He pushed his fat head between my lips, and I sucked it hungrily, tasting myself mingled with him.

When I stared into his eyes, I saw such affection and the promise of more my heart wanted to explode. A whole life of more and I wanted each day to be filled with this level of desire and love.

“Suck your man’s cock, baby. Take all the cum out of it.”

I’d been floating in the world, and Diesel had grounded me. Showed me the power of having someone by your side. I no longer felt the pain of rejection from Wolfe. I only felt the warmth for my love for my little growing family. He cradled my head in his hands and guided my mouth down over his thick shaft.

I stared into his eyes with complete trust and love.

Yeah, life was pretty good, fun, exciting and totally unexpected moments like these keep us stronger than ever. From the way his cock swells in my mouth I know round one was just a teaser and well, it’s going to be one helluva a lifetime with him.

Thank you for reading Cherrilicious Ink! Keep reading for Wild Cherry, a steamy second chance romance.

They're smooth-talking jocks.

She's the one that got away.

A problem only a second chance at love can fix.

I'm Elle. Broken-hearted and just another plain, ordinary girl with her feet firmly on the ground. But secretly I burn inside and out to be the woman between them.

It wasn't always like that. I left them two years ago out of fear of how I felt toward two men. Now that I have a second chance, I hope I find the courage to shed my inhibitions.

Jace and Cade are my darkest secrets, my deepest desires. As pro football players who personify the perfect balance of rugged masculinity with gorgeous good looks, they could have their pick of women.

But they chose me.

They are built for sin with hard bodies chiseled into perfection from years on the field and willing to teach me their wicked ways. I’ve never been lust-drunk before, but they’ve stolen all my good sense.

But lust and love are worlds apart. Right? Can I find my happily-ever-after with my ex-boyfriend and his best friend or are they playing me and are only in it for another touchdown?

Author's Naughty Note: The series name says it all! Completely over-the-top and totally insta-lust the second they have their woman in hand. Pro football players and billionaires in their own right, these men don’t understand the meaning of slow. Get your binge read on and settle in for a totally off the charts second-chance romance. As always with a Penelope Wylde book, you'll get the filthy, naughty bits you crave with the perfect happily ever after you love.

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Elle

“This is insane. Nope. Not gonna happen. No way this will work.”

I shook my head, tumbling a few strands from the upsweep holding back my thick black hair from my face. I turned left and then right in front of the large stand mirror propped in the middle of my best friend’s bedroom. I looked like, uh, like… okay I didn’t look as bad as I feared. Maybe I could pass for high society if the lights were dimmed and no one looked directly at me.

I did a few more turns and stared at myself from all angles. The girl who stared back seemed barely recognizable from head to toe. My hair twisted around the top of my head in a creation Madeline called a faux crown complete with tiny pins with sparkly jewels on the tips. And my feet were crammed into a pair of stilettos I would never opt into wearing willingly.

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