Page 172 of Surprisingly Us

“So fucking pretty.” With her rigorous training, Lettie’s breasts are small. I’ve known their shape since she wore that dress without a bra on our first date. Now, they’re under my palms and the perfect handful of soft flesh, with the most luscious rosy nipples. My mouth waters just looking at them.

I brush my thumb over one nipple, loving how it pebbles even further under my touch. My head dips to suck one into my mouth.

“I thought you were a tits man.”

“I am.” I flick her nipple with my tongue and she moans. “And yours are the prettiest I’ve ever seen.” I cup them, letting my rough fingertips squeeze them. When I do, Lettie’s hips rock against my erection.

I capture her lips again, loving the feel of her tongue against mine with no pretense. The way our mouths dance, how easily our kiss turns molten and wild; I begin to wonder if there ever was.

“I need more.” Lettie groans into my mouth. “Can we do foreplay later?”

I chuckle. “The point of foreplay is to make sure you’re ready for sex.”

“Trust me, I’m ready.”

She slips my hand under her dress and places it against the crotch of her panties. She’s soaked them through.

A low rumble rises out of my throat.

“So fucking wet.”

She beams, treating my declaration like a pat on the back for a job well done.

Lettie wins top prize for the slickest pussy.

I can’t hold back my grin.

She matches my smile. “It’s good, right?”

“So good, Princess.”

I tease a fingertip against the wet fabric before slipping it underneath to feel her.

She’s slick and warm.

When I dip my finger inside her, a groan escapes my lips.

And so fucking tight.

While I assured her that her toys may have prepared her for sex, my cock is going to ruin her if I don’t make sure she’s ready to take me.

I withdraw my finger and she pouts.

“I want you naked,” I say, before lifting her dress overhead.

Her long, dark hair spills over her shoulders in messy waves.

I drop to my knees in front of her. Pushing my hands into the backside of her underwear, I massage the firm flesh of her ass before dragging the material down her legs.

Her hands find my shoulders to steady herself while I unhook them from her ankles.

In a quick motion that elicits an airy laugh, I swoop Lettie into my arms and lay her out on my bed. She settles againstthe pillows. The flickering candles around us bathe her in a soft yellow light. She’s stunning. Spread out on my bed, her dark hair cascading over the white pillows beneath her.

“What now?” she asks.

Her eyes track my movements as I strip down to my boxer briefs, then kneel on the bed, spreading her legs until I have room to settle between them.

“I’m going to lick that sweet pussy until you come for me.”

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