Page 99 of Filthy Lovin Heroes

“I’m not at home here. This is my duty.” My hands roamed over her body. She smelled like heaven. I cupped her a heavy warm breast, “Would you like to rest some more?

Her fingers stole over me and stroked against my cock. “I’m not that tired. Now, where were we?”

That was all the invitation I needed.

“Get on all fours, put your ass in the air for me.” I took her earlobe between my teeth, nipping it. Goosebumps rippled across her skin, and that wasn’t from being cold.

With the bed curtains closed, it was like we were in our own private world again. Holly rolled over, getting on her hands and knees and the sight gripped me. She glanced back at me over her shoulder. Her cheeks blushed, but her eyes were bright.

I knelt behind her, running my fingertip down her spine with the barest touch. A low, breathy moan escaped her. She had dropped her head down so I couldn’t see her face. Her submissiveness fueled a fire in me that I’d never experienced before.

Mine. Mine. Mine.

I paused, leaving my fingertip at the top of her puckered pretty pink asshole. Oh yeah, I would fuck here too. Not right now, but I wanted to claim every part of Holly now that she was in my bed.

I brought a hand down to lightly slap her ass.

“Oh!” She moaned. She glanced back at me again, her face a fiery red.

“I love the imprint of my hand on your ass.” I rubbed the imprint, savoring her curvy ass cheeks. “Do you like that, Holly?”

“I…I.” She pressed her as into my hand.

“Tell me. There are no secrets in my bed.”

She grew quiet. I could hear her brain churning with her tendency to overthink.

I slapped her ass again, this time teasing her clit at the same time.

She stiffened in surprise again, but then she immediately arched her back, pushing her ass higher in the air.

I smiled. Holly liked it. A lot.

But I was going to make her say it.

“Holly, tell me.”

A shuddering breath and finally, “Yes.”

Interesting. Holly could be submissive physically, but admitting it out loud would be more difficult for her. That didn’t worry me. That just meant I could bring her even greater pleasure by combining words and actions.

I’d been jerking off to the memory of her reacting to my filthy talk in her bed in New York for months.

I slapped her other ass cheek. “Yes, what?”

She paused. “Yes, please.”

I leaned over her. My chest touched her back as I whispered in her ear. “Try again.”

Her shock was a palpable thing. Her body had softened at the contact with my chest. Now she stiffened.

“Yes, Your Grace.”

“Good girl.” I ran the tip of my tongue along the rim of her ear. “Tell me what you want, Holly.”

“Fuck me.” She dropped her head down again and arched her back. Her ass pressed against my raging cock.

I laughed darkly. “That’s a given, Lass.” My cock was so damn rigid, and my balls were tight.

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