Page 141 of Filthy Lovin Heroes

I buried my fingers in his hair and thrashed against the pillows. My chest heaved, and I moaned into the sheets when he dragged his tongue over my clit and teased my asshole with his thumb.

I shattered. I utterly and completely lost my cool and came all over his face. My release rode through my whole body, and I could only ride the incredible feeling until it waned to a warm buzz in my veins.

His powerful hands gripped my hips, and he pinned me to the bed as he dragged his tongue over my virgin entrance and throbbing clit until I didn’t know what year it was. I cried out, hoping no one barged in on us.

My pussy lips were swollen and plump from his torturous, delicious toe-curling nibbles and licks. I could feel how swollen when he guided the heavy girth of his cock through my juices, lightly pinching my folds around his cock.

“Oh fuck,” I muttered, ready to fall to pieces all over again. I cried out for a second time when he stroked through my folds again, nudging my clit.

He started to move, but I pressed the heels of my feet into his ass and pulled him over top me. I eagerly crushed our lips together and devoured his mouth, tasting my release.

“I’ve never done this before. Tasted myself, I mean,” I added and blushed fiercely.

Something about having my own juices on my tongue made me pull away. Maybe he will think I was a freak.

He tipped my chin up. “Watch me, sweetheart.”

My gaze followed his hand as it dipped between my legs. Long fingers caressed over my clit but that wasn’t his final destination. I gasped and rolled my eyes back when he sank a finger into my tight channel.

He pulled it out and raised it to my lips.

“Open for me, baby. Suck my finger clean.”

I might not have done this before but suddenly I felt like, with the way he drank in my every move as I opened my mouth, that I might be a natural.

I sucked him clean and he kissed me again.

His eyes were on mine when I pulled him on top of me. I wrapped my legs around his waist.

He froze. Something akin to agony crossing his face.

“Fuck,” he gritted out. He sighed heavily and his head fell to my shoulder.

“What is it?” I asked shyly.

“Baby, I don’t have a condom. I didn’t exactly intend to meet such an angel tonight and well…”

A hint of a smile ghosted across my lips. “I’m on the pill,” I reassured him.

In the low light of my room we locked gazes for a long moment.

All it took was for me to cup his face and tighten my legs around him for the wall of uncertainty to shatter.

He smiled at me and I melted all over again. He growled next to my ear, and I reached between us, lining the head of his cock up with my entrance.

He moved inside me, a slow burn of spreading my pussy lips over his swollen cock head and then taking me an inch at a time. My nerve endings were on fire and my body trembled. The deeper he went the hotter I burned.

I was so wet and ready for him when he flexed and sank the rest of the way in, there was only a momentary burn and a tiny tear. Nothing too bad to kill the mood but I stiffened all the same.

He, on the other hand, froze. Harsh breaths tearing from him.

And just like that I was not a virgin anymore and all on my terms to the man I picked. Not someone my mother set me up on for the good of the Conner name.

“Fuck me, you’re a virgin.”

I heard the strain in his voice. Regret?

I grinned through the shaky breaths and pulled back to look into his dark, gorgeous eyes. “Not anymore. Now make it feel good and don’t you dare let me down.”

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