Page 127 of Unexpected Heroine

“Those manners,” I grumble playfully.

Tongue first, she dives in and plunges her mouth up and down my shaft with an unbridled eagerness. She moans when I drive my hips upward slightly, helping her take me all the way to the back of her throat.

“Such a good fucking girl,” I praise, raising up to my elbows for a better view.

Taking me inside her mouth, she presses her thighs tightly together and gyrates. Suck after suck, she whimpers and mewls around my cock, sounding like she’s needy as fucking hell. Her hips sway and pulse like her pussy is seeking friction.

I’m half a breath from ordering her to spin around so I can give her some relief when she comes up for air and levels me with a carnal glare. “I need... I want...”

“Anything, sugar.”

“I’m dying to come. I need it, babe.” She sucks her lower lip into her mouth and drags her teeth over the plump flesh. “I don’t know if I’ve ever needed to come this badly. My body is a live wire. Will you please make me come?”

No hesitation.

“Get on my face.”

With swiftness, she climbs up my body and straddles my head, facing the headboard. There’s a side-to-side shimmy to her hips as she settles onto my mouth. The second her pussy meets my face, she starts grinding.

A sultry sigh leaves her beautiful mouth as she writhes against me, doing almost all the work.

She’s fucking soaked and so damn ready.

I keep my eyes open, looking up the front of her body to monitor for nervousness or tension. So far, there’s none. Only an almost frantic desperation to come.

Correction. There’s no almost about it.

Her whimpers come louder and faster, matching the increasing tempo of her movements. Finding her clit on her next pass over my mouth, I latch on and suck. Her hand shoots off the pillow straight to the top of my head. She forks her fingers through my hair to get a firm grip at the roots.

I moan against her pussy, giving her an encouraging nod.

She doesn’t hesitate to move my head fast and hard against her core. Her hold on me is aggressive and forceful as if I’m being punished.

My dick gets incredibly fucking hard at that thought. To ease my ache, I fist it and start stroking. A deep rumble escapes me, vibrating my lips against her clit.

The volume of her keening spikes sharply. “Yes, babe. Do that again,” she demands.

Although she’s typically not allowed to give me orders in here, certainly not without asking first, I’m powerless to deny her. And it’s hot as fucking hell to see her go wild like this. My fist pumps faster and harder over my weeping cock. And the groan she demanded of me comes naturally.

So fucking good.

Using her fierce grip on my hair, she lifts my head off the pillow, driving me against her ferociously and shaking my head from side to side.

Fucking hell. She’s gone feral.

“Can I come? May I please come?” The pitch of her voice is higher than usual. She’s beyond desperate.

I pinch her ass with my free hand, giving her the signal for yes. Leaving that hand there, I help her grind harder against my face.

She bucks her hips three more times, then comes beautifully, shattering over me. Her thighs contract around the sides of my head as she jerks and writhes, riding out her pleasure.

Damn. That was fast. And hot as fucking hell.

I release my dick so I don’t join her. If she needs me to get inside her, I want to be ready without making her wait. Never seen her this wanton.

Releasing my hair, she sits her sweet ass on my upper chest and catches her breath. I lick my lips, savoring the taste of her arousal.

“Fucking hell, Lettie. You’re delicious. Breakfast of champions.”

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