Page 267 of Unexpected Heroine

My knees grow weak, and I begin to worry whether I can hold myself up. “Enough.” I tap at his head, trying to close my legs.

“Hold on,” he husks out. “Not done yet.” He forces my thighs back open and drags his tongue along my seam, licking me in long strokes. “This is my fucking pussy. I decide when I’m done eating it.”

Okay, it’s official. I love when he claims it.

Without giving me a chance to react, he works his shoulder between my thighs, wedging himself underneath me. He clamps his hands on my hips and rises, shifting himself from resting on his heels to an upright kneeling position. In the process, he slides my body up the wall until my feet are no longer on the floor. My hands grip his head so I don’t fall.

His fiery gaze licks up my body. “Now you can’t go anywhere.”

Another gush of arousal floods my core, and I find myself grinding against him again. Although I can’t see his lips entirely, I know he’s smiling as I buck into his mouth, quickly spiraling toward my second climax in as many minutes.

He pulls off me, looking up my body and replacing his mouth with the pads of his fingers from the one hand he can maneuver in this position without letting me fall. “You wanna come again for me, sugar bear?”

I clamp my teeth down on my lower lip, nodding and fighting back my screams as he rubs and swirls his thick fingers over my clit. “Uh-huh.”

He drags his nose, mouth, and chin along my seam in a firm stroke. “What happened to your manners?”

As much as I’d love to banter with him, I need to orgasm more. “Please, babe. May I come?”

“Yes, Lettie. You can come for me. All over my tongue. Soak my face.”

“Thank you,” I simper.

He dives back in, licking me all over. Up, down, round, and round. He alternates between tongue fucking me and pulsating his lips over my clit. When I’m on the edge, I grab his head roughly, digging my fingertips against his scalp. And I hold him in place, stopping him from moving down toward my entrance. Pretty sure his tongue inside me would prevent me from coming. I’m not interested in testing any more theories.

He emits a deep rumble, shaking his head and swirling his tongue so decadently over the engorged bud. The sound vibrations launch me into the ether. Keeping my firm grip on his head, I shove him as hard as I can into my pussy and grind with all my might. Just the way he likes me too.

“So good. So damn good,” I pant out, sparks traversing my entire body as I ride it out.

The second I loosen my grip, he dives his tongue down, lapping at my center to savor every last drop of my release.

Carefully, he eases us down the few inches until my feet are on the floor again. When my eyelids flutter open, he’s standing over me.

My legs tremble, threatening to give out, so I fling my arms over his shoulders.

He takes the hint, scooping me up, carrying me to the bed, and laying me down. “You taste better than I remember.” He gives me a chaste kiss, letting me sample it for myself.

After breaking the kiss, he helps me remove my shirt and bra. As soon as I’m fully naked, he bends and sucks the peak of my breast into his mouth, swirling and flicking the tight bud. He pulses his hand over my other breast, rolling the nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

Too soon, he pulls back. “I missed those.”

Before he joins me on the bed, he grabs a condom from his wallet and tosses it on the comforter. I scurry to grab it, impatiently ripping it open while he shucks off his pants.

His face lights up with a devilish smirk when he sees me holding the condom, ready to roll it on. “Eager, sweetness?”

I rise to my knees, crawling to the bottom corner of the bed where he’s standing. “Yes. Very.”

When I reach out to grab him—well, his cock—he retreats two steps, keeping it out of my greedy hands.

My lips shift into a pout, and I meet his eyes. “Hey,” I whine.

He wraps his long fingers around his throbbing erection and pumps twice. I can’t take my eyes off it. Never wanted something so badly in my life. I’m all but drooling.

On the third stroke, he taunts, “What’s wrong, Lettie?”

I point at his dick, the object of my every desire. “Give it,” I huff, my vocabulary regressing to that of a toddler.

He quirks a bemused brow, clearly enjoying denying me. “Give you what?”

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