Page 140 of Filthy Lovin Heroes

“How far?” he purred close to my ear. “I need to be in you. I have to find out what your sweet body feels like wrapped around my cock.”

I picked up speed and seconds later shoved the key into the lock.

We fell through the door to my building, a tangle of arms and hot kisses. I didn’t know how we managed to make it to my room without waking everyone in the building, but no one came out screaming and hollering, so all was good.

I tumbled onto my bed, and his delicious weight was glorious on top of me.

His cock was hard and throbbing against my thigh. His lips claimed mine in a feverish hunger. The longer he kissed me the wetter my pussy became. Slick and sticky with my hot arousal, I parted my thighs desperate to feel his hands there.

He didn’t disappoint. He slipped his hand beneath my skirt and when the rough pad of his thumb pressed against my clit through the cloth of my panties, I whimpered with need.

A couple of tugs and my sparkly halter top was off and tossed aside. My heavy breasts were only confined by the scrap of silk covering them.

“Fuck me, you’re the most beautiful women.”

He pulled away from me long enough to slide his hands down my sides. Less than a second later my bra was gone too. I whimpered from the way his eyes tracked the way my tits bounced.

And then he was back, his heavy weight pressing into me, holding me in place as he lavished me with another kiss.

Light touches teased over my ribs, and I shuddered in his arms.

Then my skirt hit the floor along with the rest of my clothes.

He lifted my feet clad in red stilettos and placed them gently on the edge of the bed. “These, my beautiful, will stay on these lovely feet.”

He stood from the bed, and I pushed to my elbows to watch as he shed his clothing.

From the looks of it, an impressively large, hard cock pressed against an unforgiving zipper.

In the light of the club I couldn't see him as well as I can in the lighting of my room. He was actually older than me. I placed him in his mid-thirties, forty tops.

My whole body trembled with the need for him to come back. I tracked strong hands as they unbuttoned his black dress shirt a button at a time. He tossed it aside and then off came the shoes and pants.

I took a sharp breath at what I saw revealed under all that impeccable creased business attire. Perfectly rounded pecs led to chiseled abs, and holy hell, those arms. They were just as sculpted. The California sun was good to him, and I loved the deep tan highlighting all that beautiful muscle. Surfer maybe. Beach-goer for sure. I couldn’t help but wonder if he liked skinny dipping.

Watching him peel away each piece of clothing only made me hotter. Planting my feet wide, I spread my legs butterfly style, teasing him with a peek at my clit.

Muscles rippled and flexed as he stalked toward the bed. A heavy, veined cock hung between his legs and bounced with every step. Pre-cum glistened on the swollen crown. For a second, I felt like the prey to a wild animal. And I loved it.

His hands gripped my ankles and slid up my thighs until he was back on the bed, kneeling between my legs. His eyes flashed as he dipped his head and kissed the delicate spot right above my clit. He breathed in slowly. “You’re going to taste like the finest champagne, my beautiful angel.”

Between us he gripped his shaft at the base and squeezed. Cum oozed from the tip, and fuck if that didn’t make me want to deep throat him.

He looked at me, those dark eyes of his unwavering as though I was the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen for the second time that night.

He brushed a light touch over my thigh and trailed higher until his fingers were wrapped around the heavy plumpness of my breast.

A gasp left my lips when he leaned over my shuddering body and devoured a hard nipple between his warm lips. Suddenly, my eyes rolled shut and all I could do was feel. He roamed to the next, giving equal loving to both.

Liquid fire engulfed me. He’d found my weakness and played with my nipples in just the right way to have me spilling sticky juices between the crack of my butt cheeks to wet the bed.

He released his cock, and the head settled over my clit.

Reaching between my legs, I took the thickness of his arousal in hand and stroked the fat crown over my clit. Joy, my best friend, told me her boyfriend loved it when she did that, so what the hell.

“You’re killing me, sweetheart,” he mumbled around a mouthful of my breast. He pushed up, releasing my nipple with a juicy pop. “But now you’ve done it.”

He moved and suddenly my legs were pinned open by broad shoulders while my lover laved at my clit. In seconds I was moaning and desperate for him to eat me until I saw stars, but the way he was sliding the tip of his tongue into my virgin hole had me frantic to feel more. I needed him to stop teasing me already.

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