Page 191 of Surprisingly Us

Once I’m settled in the chair, Lettie kneels between my legs and unbuckles my belt. I’ve been hard since she walked in the door, but the sight of her there, on her knees, the way her tongue darts out to wet her lips, has my cock throbbing. By the time she’s got me in her hand, there’s precum leaking from my tip.

She strokes me, her thumb circling my crown before teasing below to the sensitive ridge above my piercing.

“Does that feel good?” she asks.

“Everything you do feels good.”

Her eyes lift to mine. She’s looking for approval, making sure I’m good with her continuing. I nod, and she lowers her mouth.

The warmth of her breath teases me before the slide of her tongue has me lifting my hips. I remember how perfect she looked the night of our engagement. A little tipsy, a lot angry.How she channeled her rage and desire into testing me. Now, she’s all soft eyes and sweet mouth and I’m going to fucking come before she even gets me in her mouth.

“Oh, should I put my hair up?” she asks.

I thread my fingers through her soft hair, gathering the dark strands into my fist and giving it a playful tug. She smiles in approval.

“That works, too.”

She offered to let me fuck her mouth, to have her hands bound, but the reality is I want her touching me,andI want to be in control. I want my cake and I want to eat it, too.

I’m fascinated by her. The curious look on her face, almost like she’s determining her plan of attack. She licks her lips, then swirls her tongue around my head before flicking my piercing with it.

My eyes roll to the back of my head.Fuck.

She’s the one on her knees right now, but her sweet mouth and eagerness to please me are quickly bringing down all my defenses down.

Involuntarily my hips thrust and I press farther into her mouth.

She gags, but only looks more determined.

“I’m fine. I just need to warm up a little.”

“Are you sure?” I ask. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“I’m good. I promise.”

Between my desire to protect herandfuck her mouth with wild abandon, I give her long, deep strokes. As she adjusts, the back of her throat opens, and she relaxes, taking me deeper.

“Look how pretty you are.” I stroke her cheek. “Lips stretched; cheeks hollowed out.”

Lettie hums around my cock.

“Are you touching yourself, Princess?”

She is. I can see her free arm moving, her hand working between her legs.

“I’m so fucking close.” I close my eyes, then open them again. There’s no difference. The blood rush to my dick is making me see stars.

“Okay. Give it to me.” She licks around my crown before bobbing back down onto my shaft.

I pull my cock out of her swollen mouth.

“Hey,” she pouts, “I wanted to try to swallow.”

“Next time I’ll paint your throat, but right now I want to fill up your pussy.”

She’s about to argue, but there’s no time because I’ve already wrapped one forearm around her back and lifted her onto my lap. Pushing her panties aside, I thrust home into her perfectly sweet cunt.

She moans with pleasure, her walls clamping down hard on my cock.

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