Page 51 of Filthy Lovin Heroes

He held my hair back as I leaned forward licking his tip like an ice cream cone on a hot summer day.

Tyler groaned. His fingers in my hair pulled me closer to him.

I leaned forward letting my lips close around his head, then I leaned forward more letting his shaft fill my mouth until his cock touched the back of my throat. It was exciting and a total turn-on having this power over him.

He breathed heavier. “You are so fucking perfect.”

I opened my eyes to find him staring down at me with his hands holding back the sides of my hair.

I could taste the salt and tang of him. My need for him was driving me wild. I picked up my speed, working him faster and deeper.

The sound of my sucking filled the back seat of the limo.

“Oh God, Piper, you better stop if you don’t want me to come in that sweet mouth.”

I increased my speed. I loved Tyler in my mouth. I wanted everything he had. I felt the now familiar uncoiling in my lower belly that told me I was on the brink of my own orgasm.

“Fuck Piper!” Tyler’s hips bucked. His hot, thick salty cream filled my mouth, spurt after spurt. I gulped it down not wanting to miss a drop.

I tipped over the edge too, swallowing my screams with his seed.

Tyler’s head was back against the limo seat. He lifted it and watched me lapping at the cream on the tip of his fat cock head.

“You are a very naughty girl.” His eyes were hot on me. “Come here.”

He pulled me onto his lap, his pants still unclasped. I kissed him, letting him taste himself on my lips.

“I like my cum on your lips. It suits you,” he said.

“Me, too. Yum.” I snuggled against him, laying my head on his chest.

“That is the best good luck charm ever.” His fingers strummed my nipples. “It doesn’t matter what happens tonight. I’ve already won.”

“You’re pretty easily satisfied.” I played with his bowtie, allowing myself a small smile. “Are you going to share in your speech about how getting your dick sucked makes you not care about whether you win a Grammy or not?”

“We’ll keep that between us. I didn’t get a chance to tell you how beautiful you look in that dress.”

“You like it?” I asked.

“I do.” He smiled. “Especially this neckline.”

“I don’t know. I’m thinking of branching out my brand.”

Tyler ran his fingertips along my shoulders. “Whatever you want. Did you have in mind what you wanted to do next?”

“I was thinking of designing a maternity collection.”

Tyler stilled. “You’re pregnant?”

I nodded, never getting tired of the surprise in his eyes. This will be our fourth in five years and I hope he has it in him for a couple of more little Tyler’s. “I’m due in July.” I nodded happily.

“This is the best news!” Tyler let out a whoop and hugged me tighter before quickly releasing me. “Is everything all right? Have you gone to the doctor yet? How far along are you?”

I kissed him on the lips. “Everything’s perfect. Are you happy? We’ve popped ‘em out one after another, ya know.”

“I’m over the moon. Being your husband is everything to me. And now being a father again...you’ve made me the happiest man on the planet.” Tyler kissed me hard. “It’ll have to wait for later for me to show you how very thrilled I am. Do you feel ok? Should we stop and get pickles again? There was that one time...”

I smiled at the thought of carrying a jar of pickles along the red carpet. That would certainly set tongues wagging. “I think we can pass on the pickles for now, but I’m game for some appreciation later.”

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