Page 41 of Filthy Lovin Heroes

“You just fucked me with your tongue, why not use your cock? I know you want to. I would have to be blind not to see how hard you are.”

“It’s not going to happen. You’re a virgin.” I ground out. "You deserve better. Leave it at that."

“I don't buy the whole you deserve better angle. It's me, isn't it? I don’t see my lack of experience as a problem, why do you?” She asked sweetly, reaching for my throbbing cock. It tented my sleep pants and I didn't make an effort to hide how aroused it was. I’d skipped briefs when I went to bed and now wished I had the extra layers.

I growled. “Stop it.” but my hand was already over hers and together we stroke me through the thin fabric of my pants.

“Are you afraid of losing control?”

“If you only knew how thin my control is, you wouldn’t be here, baby. What I want to do to you…"

“I’m not afraid of you, Tyler.”

“You should be.”

“I’m a woman. I have needs, desires, Tyler. Don’t you want to be the one to fulfill them? I’ve been waiting for you for so long.”

“Piper, please just, drop it.” But the only thing dropped was the band of my pants to fit under my balls, pushing my cum-dripping cock out like a fucking lollipop.

Her fingers wrapped around me and my hips moved on their own.

“Would you rather I ask West? I bet he’d be willing and then I wouldn’t be a virgin. Would that make you happy then?”

“Like hell you will. It’ll be over my dead body that he touches you.”

“I’m not a virgin because of lack of opportunities, Tyler.” She leaned closer, her lips brushing the tip of my ears, my cock leaking sticky cum all over her hand. “It’s because you are the only one in every one of my filthy fantasies. And trust me, they are truly filthy. What I lack in experience I can make up for with my imagination.”

She swiped her thumb over the top, gathering my hot seed. I watched as she pulled away, licking her thumb clean nearly shooting my load at the sight of my cum on her lips. Stunned, I couldn't say anything when she moved her body away from mine.

She pulled her top back on, pushing her hair back. “I’m done begging you, Tyler. If you want me, you know where to find me. Just don’t take too long or you might find someone else in my bed.”

Four

Piper

Back in my room, I lay in my bed, fuming. And horny. So horny.

How was it possible that great orgasms with Tyler could make me hornier? Because I wanted him to make me totally his.

I had assumed my biggest hurdle would be getting Tyler to see me as a woman. As it turned out, that wasn’t my problem. Tyler desired me but getting him to act on that desire was more difficult than I expected. Tyler was duty bound to a frustrating degree.

It didn’t make me love him any less, but it was sure difficult to get him into bed with me. From hearing my girlfriends’ talk that usually was not the problem. Then again, they weren’t dealing with our particular problems. Tyler was a lonely man. I heard it in his music. He was also deeply private. He was determined to lock himself away from love or just a passionate night. I'd take that and go from here.

Fucking idiot! The sensations Tyler introduced me to were all too new and too stimulating to be forgotten. Holy fuck he had really had his mouth on me there. I'd never be able to see him stand on stage again without thinking of how he'd had my girl-cum covering his lips.

It had been amazing. And hard to imagine that any man did that out of sheer politeness.

My skin itched under my cast. I checked my calendar on my phone. Today was the day it could be removed! Hot damn. I was more than ready to reclaim my drawing hand.

Plus I was tired of being scared. I was tired of being treated like a burden. And most of all I was frustrated. Something had to change. Yes, Will was out there but I hated that he was keeping me from living my life. If I had my own apartment, Tyler would see I was independent. It was time for me to act; otherwise, I was going to break some kind of record as the oldest living virgin in Los Angeles.

By the time the sun rose, I was almost finished getting ready. From Instagram, I’d seen how dressed-up women in LA were. It wasn’t surprising in a city full of actresses and models. It was like New York in that way.

In light of that and as a declaration of my own independence, I decided to wear my favorite creation—the white satin slip dress. Checking my reflection in my bedroom’s full-length mirror, I was pleased with what I saw except for the damned cast, but I’d be rid of that soon enough. Otherwise, I loved the way the satin flowed as it ended right above my knees. I’d even hand embroidered some daisies along the trim.

When I made it, I’d sewn a liner inside the dress.

That plus having cut the silk on the bias meant the dress skimmed my figure nicely. I left my long hair loose, letting my curls play off the elegant simplicity of the dress. I added my signature red lipstick and red sandals with gold ties that laced up my calves. My only jewelry was a simple gold chain that dipped low between my breasts. I gathered my phone and my portfolio.

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