Page 100 of Filthy Lovin Heroes

I dragged the tip of my cock along the seam of her pussy.

“Fuck, you’re wet.” Slowly, I inserted the head of my cock in her sheath. Pleasure made me dizzy with the need to see my milk spill from her. The desire to sink myself fully inside her overwhelmed me. I closed my eyes, fighting for control. She’d been a virgin when I fucked her. That tight little cunt of hers needed tender care.

Her pussy muscles held the head of my cock inside her. She pushed her ass against me, taking more of me.

With a roar, I grabbed her hips and thrust balls deep inside her in one smooth glide. The force propelled her forward, and if I hadn’t been holding onto her, she would have collapsed.

“Yesss.” Holly hissed.

I hadn’t fucked anyone without a condom before her, and the sensations threatened to overwhelm me. I could feel every bit of her holding me tight inside her. It was heaven, and I wanted to stay there forever, but I knew I could bring her a pleasure she’d never known before.

I pulled back until only the head of my cock remained inside her.

“Please,” she cried, her voice rising to a wail at the loss of me inside her.

This woman was made for serious fucking. I thanked my lucky stars that I’d found her, and that I was her first.

The thought of not being her only lover filled me with a possessive rage.

“Please, what Holly?”

“Please fuck me.” She paused. “Your Grace.”

Of fuck. It was the first time in my life that my title brought me pleasure.

I thrust back inside her, taking her deep.

“Grab the headboard, Holly.”

She did, and I settled into a rhythm, making myself go slower than I wanted. My cock loved how she gripped me and tried to hold me inside her when I pulled back. Between my pre-cum and her wet cunt, I slid in and out of her, the sound of our mixed pleasures filling our hideaway.

I was going to fill her with my cum and a primitive part of my brain loved knowing she would walk around this castle with my milk inside her. She was here and mine to protect. I would take care of her in every way. And that meant fucking that pussy of hers.

“Malcolm, that’s so good,” she moaned softly.

“Don’t you dare come until I tell you.” God, it was taking all my concentration not to empty my load into her. But I wanted her to come so hard that she passed out.

“I’m so close.” Her hands clenched the headboard so hard that her knuckles whitened.

I push forward, taking her with harder strokes until my cock is so swollen with the need to come I can’t take it anymore.

“Now, Holly, come for me, baby! Now!”

“Fuck me, Your Grace!” Holly cried. Her voice was hoarse. Her body shuddered, and she let go of the headboard.

I slipped my arm around her waist, pulling her back against me as my cock pulsed. My release was so strong, my cum emptied into her pussy, one thick ribbon after another.

Fuck, I hope I’ve knocked her up.

I held her against me as we collapsed on the bed. The only sound was our panting breaths.

She roused from her pleasure, turning to me. “Malcolm, I’m not like that.”

“Like what?” I let my hand fall to her breast, cupping the fullness. Her nipple hardened at my touch. My cock was still hard inside her.

“The things I said—I’m not like that.” She turned her lovely gaze up to mine. She was worried about what had happened between us—that her submission to me would make me think differently of her.

“It’s us, Holly. It’s who we are. Nothing to ever be ashamed about, love. Sleep now.”