Page 280 of Unexpected Heroine

My head falls back at the surprising way she’s taking control. “Fucking hell, sugar.” No objections from me to her determined spirit. Especially when she’s sucking me like that.

I bunch her long blond locks on top of her head for a better view of the pillowy soft lips surrounding my shaft. With rapt attention, I let her work me in and out of her warm, wet mouth. As good as it feels—which is fucking amazing—I need more.

Gingerly, I pull her hair, keeping my grip close to the roots to avoid hurting her. “That’s enough, Lettie. Throw that condom on me and get up on my lap.”

She responds instantly, complying without any sass. Oddly, I miss it. The thought puts a smile on my face as wide as the day is long.

When she climbs on me and straddles my hips, she notices my expression. “Wow. That’s a big ol’ smile, babe. In all my born days, I’ve never seen you so happy.”

“I was just thinking about how much I’ve grown accustomed to you sassing that I notice when you’re compliant.”

“Compliant, huh?” Wearing a beaming smile of her own, she reaches between us and notches the head of my cock at her entrance. “Don’t worry. I’ll be bratty again soon enough. Right now, I only want to please you, love you, and feel you all the way in my soul.”

“Sugar, I fucking love the sound of that.”

She slides farther down my length, gritting out, “And I love you.”

My fingertips dig into her ass while I fight to keep my eyes from rolling back. Not seeing her expression as we become one is out of the question.

Hearts and bodies aligned, we revel in the moment together. I keep hold of her with my arm wrapped around her low back, resting above the curve of her perfect ass. With delicate pumps and swirls of her hips, she brings me inside her with a deliberate slowness.

A moan frees itself from my chest once I’m in to the hilt. “Damn, baby. You feel so fucking good. Love your pussy almost as much as I love you.”

Wrapping her arms snugly around my shoulders, she clenches her inner walls, squeezing my cock like a vise.

My eyes roll back; there’s no sense fighting it this time. “Fuck, Lettie. Yes. Do that again.”

Honoring my request, she tightens her grip on my dick, and we both moan at the delicious sensation.

Her next words come out in a sultry purr. “Wait. Whose pussy did you say it was?”

I’m unsure if it’s the bratty taunt or the implied ownership that causes my reaction, but a rumble starts in my gut and vibrates through my chest with my reply. “That’s my pussy. Mine.”

Our lips slam together as our bodies start moving. Hands roaming and tongues entwined, we pick up the pace gradually. Neither of us want to rush this, but the intensity of each thrust more than makes up for the slow speed.

Between kisses, I check on her comfort level. “You okay, sweetness?” After everything that happened to her, she’s bound to be having some apprehension or anxiety. If she needs to stop or pause, we will. I only want her to feel safe and cherished. And ultimately, in control.

Her answering smile detonates in the center of my chest, sending relief through me like shrapnel. “Yes, babe. I’m so, so, so damn good.” She punctuates her words with a breathy moan.

No trace of deceit mars her expression. She isn’t simply putting on a brave face to please me.

That’s a relief since my spiking desire makes it hard to hold back.

“You’re so fucking strong.” I kiss her harder, pistoning inside her with increasingly powerful strokes. “I’m so damn proud of you.”

With her smile still shining back at me, she uses her grip on my nape as leverage to arch backward and work herself faster up and down my cock. She’s providing a feast for my famished gaze. From her pebbled nipples and satiny smooth breasts bouncing with each thrust to the slope of her neck exposed to me, she’s a goddess.

When I draw my eyes down to where we’re joined, I become enraptured at the sight of her slick pink skin working over my shaft.

Damn. What I wouldn’t give to drive into her bare.

At that thought, my balls draw up, aching to come. “Fuck, Lettie,” I hiss out, barely able to form a coherent thought from the sensation overload.

It’s not only physical—not that it ever was with her. My chest expands to allow her love to pour in, fast and free.

Love for me.

From this day on, no matter how many times my father’s voice tries to interject, I won’t let him through. I’ve proved him wrong.

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