Page 100 of The Hero + Vegas = No Regrets

He works his tongue against my clit and I arch up from the bed. I’ve waited too long for this. I’ve wanted it too much.

He grasps my hips, holding me in place. “Don’t come, Sophia. Not until I tell you.”

I whimper. I have no idea how I’m supposed to stop myself.

He delves between my folds and I try and block out the sensation of the slip of his tongue, the press of it against my clit, the way I feel him right at the center of my being. My breathing comes heavier now. Sharper. Faster.

It’s as if he doesn’t notice. He doesn’t alter his plan. He just holds me still, pressing, licking, tasting, and growling against me like I’m a feast for him alone.

Then all of a sudden his tongue is gone, and all I can feel is the throb of my pussy in the comparatively cool air.

“Good girl, Sophia. Now you can come.”

I feel a breeze against my sex. It’s Worth. He’s blowing against my clitoris.

A thousand butterfly wings beat against my chest. My insides turn inside out as I dissolve into an orgasm without Worth laying a finger—or his tongue—on me.

All I see is a cluster of stars exploding against my eyelids. My entire body begins to shake.

I hear the rip of a condom packet from somewhere. I can’t feel Worth anywhere. I don’t know if he’s on the bed. I’m so disorientated—high from my climax.

And then I feel himeverywhere.

His body slots against mine and his mouth is on my neck, then my lips. His kisses are teasing, wet, and possessive.

“You’re such a good girl, Sophia,” he growls against my skin. He pulls my sweater off my eyes, off my arms, and suddenlyI’m free. The desire I see in his expression is a relief. I know he wants me, but seeing confirmation feels good. It seems almost impossible that he could want me as much as I want him, but seeing him, I believe it.

We lock eyes and he pushes into me. I cry out—it’s not painful, I’m so wet it couldn’t be. But it’s a shock. I forgot how big he is, how full I feel with him inside me. How connected I feel to him when he’s fucking me.

When he’s as deep as he can go, he stops, as if he knows he needs to let me get used to him. I spread my legs wider.

“This,” I breathe out, holding his gaze. “Forever.”

He nods. “That’s right.” He starts to move, drawing out slowly and pushing in, more quickly this time.

I cry out again, because it’s almost as much of a shock as it was a moment ago.

“That’s right, Sophia. I get to fuck you forever.”

Finally, I can move my hands and touch him. I smooth my fingers over his shoulders, pressing into his hard skin, the muscles bunched and tight with effort.

He reaches down and presses my thigh wider, trying to go deeper, like he wants to own me. But he already does. Everything I have, everything I am, is his.

I slide my hand down his chest. He glances down at where my palm presses over his heart. Then I go lower, circling my fingers around the base of his cock. He alternates between looking me in the eye and where we’re joined—right where he’s fucking me.

“You feel so good,” he says. “Like you were designed just for me.”

I let out a squeal as he shifts us around and lifts my leg over his shoulder.

When he pushes in again, it’s deeper this time—the edge of too much.

“No,” I let out, barely able to catch my breath. “Youwere designed forme.”

His skin begins to glisten with sweat as he moves over me. His jaw tightens and he clenches his teeth.

I reach for him. I want his body pressed to mine. I want to feel his weight—his solidity. I want us joined. He shifts and lies over me, my palms coming to rest on his back.

“Don’t leave me again,” he whispers into my ear.

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