Page 166 of Filthy Lovin Heroes

“No one gets to see you like this. Only me. Only ever me.” Dark sparks of intent flashed in the depths of his irises and a soft smile pulled at his lips.

I wasn’t sure if he spoke to me or himself. His voice pitched low but had the same effect on me. I swallowed hard, my pulse jacking up. Either way, it sent a flush of chills to race over my heated skin.

When he returned to me, he didn’t hesitate—he took my mouth in a lingering, passionate kiss. Light stubble seared my skin and I moaned for more. He lowered himself over my body, and I held him close, wrapping my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist.

With my skirt discarded on the floor with the rest of my clothes, I laid almost totally bare and naked for the first man to ever steal my heart. And I found myself silently wishing he would be the last.

Only thing I had left keeping him from me was my skimpy white thong.

And I knew he saw how wet I was. His eyes burned with smoldering heat, and they narrowed where I creamed the strip of my thong.

His hands slid beneath my ass and gripped me tightly. He ran the tip of his nose over the silky drenched cloth and inhaled.

Oh God…

Heat washed over my face, but he didn’t seem to notice my utter embarrassment. For the first time since our night on the beach, I am damn near naked for Diesel and there was no part of me left to the imagination. I couldn’t help but cringe inside a little. That Southern upbringing and all drilled into the core of my being.

“Mmm, fucking nectar of gods,” he crooned, pulling another wave of warm girl cum to soak my thong. “I’ve dreamed about having your honey on my tongue, tasting the sweetness I know is between these delicious thighs.”

Yanking the edge to the side, he moved in slowly, his eyes locked on my pink throbbing clit. He looked entranced, bewitched, and completely lost to desire.

He blew a stream of hot air over my exposed clit, and I gasped, rocked to the core with such a feather-light caress. If he could do that to me without touching me, I couldn’t wait to have his mouth, fingers, cock—all of him—taking me with all the pent up need I feel radiating out of him.

He groaned deeply, his hungry tongue gliding up the crease of my soaked pussy. He gathered all the spilled juices and tongue-fucked me so achingly slow I damn near begged for him to just take me already.

But this, oh, baby, this was so good, too. I could never make myself feel like this...I don’t know... lost in lust, I guessed. Not even close.

Ten fingers dug into the soft flesh of my ass cheeks holding me close. His tongue pushed deep and when my walls clenched around his tongue, he groaned.

He tugged at my panties, wanting more of me on his tongue. Each flick against my clit sent me straight to heaven.

Suddenly he growled and yanked, and then tossed aside the scrap of cloth that made up my thong.

I gasped, but he was already back to eating, unaware of my total shock and just how turned on I was by his dominance.

I buried my fingers in his lush hair and held him. I rode his mouth, gasping, and moaning. My core tightened. Fire tumbled through me, alive and intent on burning me from the inside out. A thick finger slid into my drenched, slippery channel, and the second he latched onto my clit I screamed my release.

I cried out, pleasure rocking my hips against his face. The burn of his stubble was delicious pleasure-pain I found I liked. A lot. Never stopping, he teased my throbbing, greedy clit straight through my orgasm until my eyes screwed shut and I was breathing so heavily stars danced behind my eyelids.

“Diesel,” I panted, nearly ready to tumble off the chair, but he steadied me. In more ways than he knew.

Five

Diesel

Trouble walked through my door an hour ago and now my face was covered in her pussy juices.

I teased a finger over her tight hole and dragged the pad of my thumb to stroke her clit until I had her panting uncontrollably.

Caleb’s little sister strolled back into my life and this time, I don’t care what the consequences are. For the first time in my life, I’m taking what I wanted. Kaila stirred something deep inside me I wished more than once I could erase if only to stop the agony from ripping me apart.

I have loved Kaila for years. Long before polite society deemed it right. But I kept my distance. Waited. When I heard she was heading off to college, I made my move. But it wasn’t meant to be. In thirty seconds, I lost the woman I loved and my best friend.

Before then, me and her brother went back to our college days and spent enough time together we became best friends over our shared appreciation for motorcycles. His parents didn’t approve of the friendship, me being from the wrong side of the tracks and them from the higher echelon of Southern society. It didn’t matter I worked my ass off to pull my family, and our name, out of the trash can my father put it into years back.

I scraped a rough hand down my face and tried to regain some kind of sense about me. She had my brain addled with mixed thoughts of regret and lust from the second she walked into my shop. Regret for letting her slip away ate at me daily. Nothing about me was good enough for her. A lot had changed in the five years we were apart. Too much. But I feared it was a losing battle. Kaila had her pink-tipped fingers latched onto my belt and a hungry glint in her eyes. I would be powerless against her desires if she turned them on me.

“My place,” I ground out before I thought better of it. I’m ruining the girl by letting my desires get the better of me, but around her, I can’t seem to control myself. Her brother would likely want to go another round with me if he found out what I was about to do with his little sister, but that would be his problem. I won’t repeat the same mistake by letting her get away a second time.

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