Page 82 of Unexpected Heroine

When I break the kiss for some much-needed oxygen, I bathe her in tender reassurance. “You’re doing so well, sweetness. Are you feeling okay?”

“I didn’t tell you to stop,” she snarks, her bratty side returning with a vengeance.

For the first time, my dick twitches.

Fucking hell. How did she make me crave her bratty side?

Encouraged by her demeanor, I tentatively lower my hand and stroke the insides of her thighs. She lets her knees fall open, giving me room to work.

“Such a good girl. Want me to touch this pretty pussy?”

“Yes, please,” she whines.

When my fingertips come into contact with her silky pink flesh, I’m surprised to find her wet. She’s not as soaked as she normally would be but certainly not dry. It further eases my worries. Maybe she was right all along.

Unfortunately, my relief is short-lived. Almost instantly, her body stiffens, and her grip on my shoulders intensifies to the point of pain.

“It’s okay, Lettie,” I whisper as I return my hand to her lower stomach.

“I’m good. Keep going.”

She is still such a bad fucking liar.

But in a different way than me. I’m bad and a liar.

Shaking it off, I return my attention to her body language and the sound of her breathing. Once I think she’s ready, I skim my hand under her shirt and cup one of her breasts.

She opens her eyes, her gaze quickly finding mine. There is a hint of shock mixed with arousal glistening in her beautiful sapphire irises.

Testing her reaction, I pinch and roll her nipple with the slightest pressure. She exhales in a delicate whimper and catches her lower lip between her teeth.

Blood flows slowly into my cock, making it twitch again.

“Beautiful. You are sooo fucking beautiful, Lettie.”

While I remain entranced in her brilliant blue eyes, still red-rimmed from her prolonged crying, my hand journeys back down her body. As it glides over her midsection, I’m careful to avoid the yellowing bruises over her ribs.

Once my hand nears the apex of her thighs, she lets her legs fall open again. Her fingers stroke the base of my hairline in such a loving gesture.

I place a kiss under her ear. “I’m gonna touch your clit now, baby.”

She nods, her breathing getting choppy.

“Eyes on me if you can,” I encourage, aiming to help her avoid getting lost in the past.

Dragging two fingers up her slit, I delve deeper to find the sensitive bud. As I explore, she begins grinding herself harder into my touch. Rolling my fingers over her clit in small circles, I study every mesmerizing flex of her hips and how her breathing matches the pace. Her eyelids flutter, and she sighs in a quiet moan.

“Good girl.”

It’s not empty praise. I’m so damn proud of her.

Remembering how she wanted to get lost in our kiss, I rejoin our mouths as I stroke and tease her pussy. Eagerly, she twirls her tongue with mine.

I delve my fingers closer to her entrance to gather some wetness, then return to her clit. She shows no sign of fear with that movement, so I increased the speed and firmness of my ministrations. Soon enough, her hips buck and thrash like when she was on top of me earlier, and her cries of pleasure echo around the bedroom.

Holy shit. Is she about to come?

Didn’t expect this to happen. Not one bit.

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