Page 126 of Unexpected Heroine

She removes my cock from her mouth, the intense suction creating a popping sound as she disconnects. Fuck.

“I’m fairly certain you know what I’m doing, babe.” Holding my eye contact, she runs the flat of her tongue along the back of my cock, licking me from root to tip.

A moan I can’t hold back emanates from deep in my chest.

I’m conflicted, my thoughts fragmenting in two distinct directions.

Physically, I want her to keep going because it feels way too fucking good. Her mouth is ecstasy.

Emotionally, my regret cripples me. I don’t deserve her affection. I don’t deserve her body. Damn sure don’t deserve to be pleasured by her. Especially after the hurt I caused her last night.

That last thought makes the decision for me. “Sugar, you should stop.”

She pauses long enough to ask, “Do you want me to stop? Because your dick says otherwise.”

“Lettie, I stopped letting my erections make my decisions a long time ago.”

With unwavering eye contact, she drags the head of my cock over her mouth, massaging her pillowy pink lips across the tip. “Are you revoking your consent?”

As if challenging me, she cocks an eyebrow and squeezes the base of my cock in her fist. I groan at the exquisite sensation, growing needy as hell.

Despite trying with all my might to avoid thrusting into her grip, I can’t stop it entirely. My hips pump slowly. A tiny movement I’m powerless to prevent, considering how she’s looking at me. Begging me with those big, beautiful eyes. I pulse my hips once more, grazing my dick against her pouty lips.

She wants me. And I’m at her mercy. A dog she’s brought to heel.

“You sure you want to do this, sugar?”

“Have you ever forced me to do something I didn’t want to do?” She smacks the head of my cock against her lips playfully, darting out her tongue for a teasing swipe.

“No,” I answer with a lust-filled sigh. “And I never will. I only want what you’re willing to give me.”

“Excellent. Because I want to suck you off.” Her eyebrows dance, and her tone drips with sensuality. “Then I want to ride your face. After that, I’ll climb on top and make myself come on your cock like your good girl. How does that sound?”

“Sounds like a way better morning than I deserve.”

She crinkles her nose adorably. “Don’t talk shit about yourself like that.”

This woman baffles the hell out of me.

How does she have the emotional bandwidth to give a shit about my negative self-talk?

I wrap the ends of her braided hair around my wrist and intensify my eye contact, letting my appreciation for how she cares for me shine through. “Sorry, sugar bear.”

Her fist moves up and down my length twice, nice and firm. Exactly the way I like it. “May I proceed with my plan, babe?”

“Yes. Same as always, we’ll stop at any time if you get uncomfortable. Say butterfly or pinch my leg if you freeze up. Okay?”

Her grip tightens on her next stroke, and she sticks her tongue out so my tip brushes against it as she nods her agreement.

In that moment, I see what she needs from me. Same as last night in the shower. That challenging glint in her eye tells me everything. She wants me to take control. To make her feel like she did before this nightmare. To help her prove to herself that she’s the same Lettie. And after last night’s episode, she’s even more determined to reclaim herself.

This is something I can give her.

My voice shifts into my deeper register. “As long as you enthusiastically consent to do this, knowing you can revoke consent at any time, then put my fucking dick back in that tempting mouth and suck me off, sweetness.”

She beams up at me, radiant as the sun. “Thank you, babe.”

Fuck, I love her.

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