Page 270 of Unexpected Heroine

Using the flat of my palm, I press gently on her chest until she’s flat on the bed. Remaining upright, I crawl closer to her bottom, then toss her legs over the tops of my thighs, entwining our lower bodies.

I want to see every inch of her as I sink inside her body, reclaiming what’s mine.

“Lettie, even more than usual, I need you to talk to me while we do this. Okay, sweetness?” Kneeling between her legs, I drag the head of my cock through her slick flesh. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

She fists her hands into the bedding beside her hips, digs her heels into the mattress, and drags herself over the tip of my cock. “I want it hard.”

“Oh, don’t worry. I’ll fuck you good and hard, sugar bear. Just don’t forget, you’re in charge. Everything stops if you say butterfly or pinch me three times. Got it?”

She nods, then verbally agrees, exactly as she’s been taught. “Yes.”

Something flashes behind her eyes, taking her from submissive to defiant in an instant. Her eyes narrow to slits as a sense of sternness coats her features. “Just so you know, this doesn’t change anything between us. We aren’t making love, only fucking.”

Except for the pulsing of my fingertips into her hips, I freeze. “This changes everything. I’m reclaiming this pussy, sweetness. Reminding you who it belongs to. Who it will always belong to.” Resuming teasing her entrance, I grind my tip against her clit until I draw a whimper from her. “I’ll fuck you and make love to you at the same time.”

One of her perfectly groomed eyebrows arches. “Really? How do you plan on doing that?”

“By making you love how hard I fuck you.”

With a pointed eye roll, she raises her upper body and reaches for my cock. Curious to see what she’s got in mind, I don’t halt her movements.

The little brat lines up my dick with her entrance and shimmies her ass closer to me, working my length inside her as best she can at that angle. Once more, she warns, “I mean it. Don’t get this confused. We’re just fucking.”

“The fuck we are,” I growl, thrusting myself deep inside her in one long stroke.

Clamping my lower lip between my teeth, I suppress an animalistic roar deep inside my chest.

Her pleasure-filled moan echoes around the room. The only thing sweeter than the sounds she makes is the feel of being cradled inside her again.

I never thought I’d experience this perfection again outside of my dreams.

Holding myself locked in place, I don’t move right away. Instead, I study her, looking for any signs of panic or discomfort. Despite the feral passion that spurred this encounter, I won’t forget what she’s been through.

I hook one of her legs over my forearm, then the other. Tugging up and outward, I expose more of her beautiful body to me. My vision greedily drinks up the sight of her pussy suctioning my cock, keeping it in place.

Indulging longer in the moment, I leisurely trail my vision over her silky skin until I reach her gorgeous face. “Open those eyes, sugar. Let me see you.”

When she complies with my request, there’s no trace of fear or worry. No panic or stress. Only rapturous lust.

My hips pulse a fraction of an inch. “Are you ready?”

She nods, giving her hips a swirl to draw me in deeper. “Mm-hmm.”

Starting off, I give her one deep stroke, nice and slow. Glancing down my body, I withdraw, leaving only the tip inside. Fucking hell, that’s a glorious sight.

Before slamming back in, I hesitate for two seconds, maybe three. She pulsates her hips, beckoning me back inside. Eventually, I oblige, filling her in slow, hard strokes.

Each time I pull out, I make her wait before I slam home. Sometimes two seconds. Sometimes six, or seven. I only go back in when she begs me with her body, her mewls, or her sapphire eyes.

The next time I withdraw, I lift her right leg up farther, extending it straight and resting it against my chest. I drag my lips along the inside of her lower calf and press kisses on her ankle. My palm skims down her shin, knee, and thigh, moving to her outer hip. Using her leg as leverage, I slam inside her twice as hard as the last few strokes.

“Yes,” she simpers. “Fuck yes. Hard like that.”

I repeat the process three more times. Same tempo. Same lengthy pause between thrusts. And same intensity. Each time, she demands more, which I refuse without speaking. My body is doing the talking for me.

It’s driving me crazy to hold back. But I’m nothing if not determined.

Each time I drive inside her, her volume increases. Those breathy moans turn into keens and wails. She’s not only getting louder, her attitude is changing too. The needier her pussy gets, the more submissive she becomes. Instead of telling me what to do, she starts begging. Aching to please me so I’ll give her what she wants.

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