Page 281 of Unexpected Heroine

I am lovable.

Imperfect, but still worthy of love.

All because of this astonishing woman.

Incidentally, said woman’s lithe body writhes on top of me like an experienced porn star. Every sensual roll of her hips is another step in reclaiming her body. She’s utterly in control. You’d never know she was a virgin with religious trauma a year ago. Never know that she recently lived through an unimaginable horror.

This woman is the epitome of strength.

And I’ll do everything in my power to protect, cherish, and love her for the rest of my life.

Needing her lips on mine, I pull her toward my chest. “Come back up here, sugar bear.” With the onslaught of affection clogging my throat, my order comes out more gravely than I intended.

Her blissed-out expression shifts to worry when she comes to my eye level. “What’s wrong?”

“The only thing wrong is I can’t kiss you with your back arched like that. And if I don’t get to taste your sweet lips again soon, I might not make it.”

Lettie curls one hand around the back of my head, holding my face close to hers. Her lips flutter over mine when she simpers, “We can’t have that, now can we?”

With an upward tilt of my chin, I remove the breath between us and seal our lips. Her kisses are a life-giving elixir, and I steadily drink my fill while knowing I’ll never fully be quenched.

Ready for a position change, I cup her ass and lift her off me. After shifting her to the side, I lay her down on her back and lower to my knees on the floor. I grab her calves, spread her legs, and pull her toward me until her ass hangs off the bed. Since she’s at mouth level, I go in for a little taste, tossing her legs over my shoulders and burying my face in her pussy.

My dick needs a timeout anyhow. If she kept riding me like that, this euphoria was going to end far too soon.

Her moans sharply crescendo. As much as I love the sound of her honeyed cries, we aren’t alone here. These girls have been through horrible shit. I’m sure the last thing they need is to hear what we’re doing in here.

“Shh, Lettie.” Holding her eye contact, I drag the pointed tip of my tongue along her seam, then swirl it around her clit. “You gonna be my good girl and stay silent for me?”

“I’m trying. It’s so good, though.”

When I return to my meal between her thighs and ratchet up the intensity, she mewls like she’s in pain and covers her mouth with her hands.

She is trying. I’ll give her that much.

When I slip two fingers inside her, cricking them toward her G-spot, covering her mouth with her hands is no longer enough to silence her. Time for another change. I need her face closer to me, so I can make her suck my fingers when she gets too loud.

“Sit up on the edge of the bed, sugar. Feet on the floor. Legs spread.”

“No power exchange, my foot,” she grumbles, a grin teasing her lips. Despite her snark, she moves into position.

I arch a brow at her while stroking my palms up and down her thighs. “You complaining?”

My adorable little brat rolls her lower lip into a fake ass pout and bats her lashes at me. “Yes,” she lies.

“Oh, I’m so sorry,” I retort, playing along. “How can I make it up to you?”

“I’ll forgive you if you make me come.”

Her tongue swipes at her pouty lip, drawing my attention and smacking me with a fervent need to suck on it.

Fuck it. Nothing’s stopping me.

Rising briefly, I do exactly that. Cupping her cheeks, I bite on her lip and suck it in my mouth to soothe the sting.

Although I intended to drop back down and get her off with my tongue, this kiss rapidly changes my mind. It must have the same effect on Lettie. One second, she’s on the edge of the bed like I asked, and the next she’s scooting us both toward the center of the bed and spreading her thighs to welcome me home.

Again and again, I sink into her tight pussy, relishing the perfection of our lovemaking. Our mouths barely separate other than to break for air or whisper our professions of love. And I feel each word down to my marrow.

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