Page 110 of Surprisingly Us

If her name was a warning, she doesn’t take it as such. With her chin tilted sideways, her determined eyes still holdingmine, she flattens her velvety tongue against me and licks the underside of my cock.

Fucking hell.

My jaw clenches. I should stop this.

I’m going to do it right now. Any second, I’ll pull away.

But my intentions get lost when her tongue slides along the length of me. She’s warm and soft. Her hand pumps down toward the base of my cock and this time when her mouth descends, my crown slips past her lips. Insider her hot, silken mouth, her tongue flicks against the end of my piercing.

Jesus Christ.

My fingers ache to tease into her hair, to wrap it around my fist so I can control her movement. Instead, my hands find the doorframe, bracing myself there.

Lettie’s lips wrapped around my cock is a fucking vision, but still, I fight against the pleasure she’s giving me. Guilt making it impossible to enjoy her mouth like I want to.

I will my conscience to quiet, to not make me wake up from this dream. She sucks me good and deep. My balls tighten with the euphoric feeling of being in her warm, sweet mouth.

“Am I doing it right?” she asks, before sucking me back into her mouth, her dark lashes fanning over her hollowed-out cheeks.

Gone is the sultry vixen whose anger and frustration stripped me of my clothes.

It’s Lettie. She’s too good. Too perfect. And she’s making me lose control.

I don’t deserve this or her. I can’t take pleasure from her when I know she’s angry with me.

I grip her chin. Her eyes lift to mine.

“No,” I tell her, yanking my cock out of her mouth and tucking it back into my pants. She drops back onto her heels, stunned.

My body takes over. The desire. The need to be in control. To touch her and taste her.

To worship her the way she deserves.

In the next movement, I’m gripping her at the waist and lifting her onto the bed. The t-shirt is huge and puddles around her hips, exposing the scrap of lace between her thighs.

“This,” I say, moving forward to reach under her shirt and yank down her panties in one quick motion, “this is how I make a woman beg for it.”

Before I can stop myself, I drop between her legs and flatten my tongue against her center.

She’s drenched. Sucking my cock made her pussy slick and needy.

With the first taste of her, my eyes roll to the back of my head. Fuck. She’s even sweeter than I imagined.

Above me, Lettie gasps with a sudden intake of air.

“If you don’t want this, then tell me to stop, because that’s the only way you won’t be coming all over my face.”

I wait for any indication she wants me to stop, but the room is silent except for the rustle of sheets as Lettie’s pelvis rocks, undeniably searching for my absent mouth. I smile against her thigh before I graze my teeth over her soft skin.

“Lettie, I need you to say it.”

“I—I want it.”

“You’re not drunk?” I ask, searching her flushed face for consent.

“Rhys,please.”

It’s not an answer to my question but I can’t stand the sound of her pleading. I should be the one begging, not her.

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