Page 108 of Filthy Lovin Heroes

Holly stared at me, her eyes heavy-lidded with desire. Then she reached behind her head and unclasped her halter top gown. Her neckline immediately sagged. She caught it, but the swells of her breasts entranced me.

“Can’t we do both? Besides, I know what will make you less grumpy.” Holly got down on her knees.

Fuck no.

Yes.

She looked up at me from under her lashes as her fingers danced up my thighs under my kilt.

“Holly.”

“Shhh.” The tip of her tongue was between her teeth; she found my bare cock.

The sight of her pink tongue made my balls ache. Fuck, I wanted her mouth around me, sucking me off.

“Wait.”

I shucked my suit jacket off, handing it to her. “For your knees, stone castle stores aren’t forgiving.”

She took it, folded it, and put it under her knees. “Always the gentleman.”

Precum glistening from the tip of my shaft in the moonlight. Her gentle fingers ran up and down it lightly. She fingered my balls and they grew tight and heavy in her hands.

I guided her head forward.

I was a strong man, but Holly on her knees in my castle corridor was the most erotic thing I had ever experienced.

There was no way I was letting her go. I would never again walk down this hall without remembering the sound of her excited little moans.

“Holly.” I groaned.

She slowly advanced her mouth, taking more and more of me until the head of my cock hit the back of her throat.

It was heaven. I closed my eyes, letting the sensations of her lips around me flood my body like an electric storm. The pleasure was everywhere.

Then she started to suck. First, she took gentle little sucks, then she applied herself to the task in earnest. Her mouth wet with my cock was the only sound in the hall other than the Christmas carols drifting in from the ballroom. I could develop a real fondness for holiday music with Holly around.

Her little moans only increased my own pleasure. How could I possibly let her go? Yet how could I entice her to stay?

“Holly, you better stop if you don’t want me coming in your sweet mouth.”

Her reply was to suck harder.

My fingertips lightly held her head, loving how silky hair brushed my hands. My orgasm was so powerful that my knees buckled. Ribbons of my hot cum shot down her throat. As I emptied my load, and Holly swallowed every drop.

But I was determined to fill her pussy again. I never thought I’d have to work so hard to gain my duchess, but at least I didn’t mind applying myself to the task.

She pulled back, replacing her mouth with her hand slowly stroking me. She sucked away every last drop. Looking up at me, lust shining brightly in her eyes, she said the last thing I expected. “I finally know what you men wear under your kilts now.”

Eight

Holly

“Fuck, woman, you’re going to be the death of me,” Malcolm whispered.

He gathered me in his arms and pressed me against the wall as his hands at my hips gathered up the folds of my dress.

When my dress was bunched around my waist, Malcolm hoisted me up, holding my ass, and I wrapped my legs around his waist.

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