Page 160 of Unexpected Hero

Not to mention, she was so fucking tight the last time I touched her, I need to ensure she’s ready for me.

And she’s delicious as fuck.

“You taste like heaven, baby,” I mutter against her pussy.

When I locate her clit and pulsate my tongue across it, she sucks in a huge wave of air and holds it, her cheeks puffing up. Is she surprised I found it? A hint of smugness I don’t usually experience sacks me in the chest.

As I work her clit in alternating patterns, I pay close attention to her reaction. She’s not especially vocal, aside from delicate moans and rapid breaths. With the shyness she’s shown so far, she’s unlikely to tell me exactly how she wants to be licked and sucked.

That’s fine, though. I’m happy to explore and uncover her secrets unaided. Even if it takes all damn night.

Without warning, a tremble rocks through her thighs a few seconds before they go rigid. Stiff as boards. She can’t be that close already.

My gaze sweeps up her body. She’s holding her breath and covering her face.

My mind races, attempting to figure out what could be causing the sudden tension.

“Let go, baby. Relax,” I whisper, letting tenderness soak into my tone.

“I’m trying.” She hides behind her hands. “This is new for me.”

Wait. What?

That explains a lot.

Wish I had known. I’d have given her a bit more time to get comfortable with the idea of me between her legs. But unless she doesn’t like what I’m doing — not likely — I’m not pulling my mouth from her delicious core until she’s a quivering mess or soaks my face. Perhaps not until both happen.

“Look at me, baby,” I order, my tone leaving no room for negotiation. I might be willing to let her toy around with having some control tonight, but I won’t tolerate her hiding from me.

With visible reluctance, she drops her hands and looks in my general direction. But she doesn’t meet my eyes.

Gentler this time, I urge, “I need your eyes on mine, sweet girl.”

She finally complies. Warmth fills my chest.

Stroking her thighs with my palms in soothing circles, I ask, “Has no one ever licked this sweet pussy, Violet?”

With her teeth mashed and cheeks blushing like a rose, she shakes her head. “No.”

“That’s a crying shame. This pussy deserves to be worshiped.” Holding her eye contact, I flatten my tongue and drag it through her sensitive pink flesh. “See how much I love it? So damn delicious.”

Her only response is a whimper and a nibble of her lip as she watches me.

Clearly, the men she was with before were not men but boys. Can’t wait to show her how a queen should be treated.

“Don’t worry, sweet girl. I’m going to eat this pussy so often you’ll barely remember a time when my mouth wasn’t right fucking here.” I lap at her center again, groaning at the taste of her essence as it explodes on my taste buds. “Licking you.” Another swipe of my tongue. “Sucking this clit.” I zero in on the sensitive pearl and give it a strong suck, then thrust my middle finger into her pussy at a slow, steady pace. “Fingering this tight hole.” I crick it upward. “Tapping your G-spot like this.”

Her back bows. “Holy shit, James. Yes, yes, yes.”

I flinch at the sound of my fake name on her lips. But it can only sour the mood for so long because as my finger works her further into a frenzy, her moans, pants, and chants drown out all other thoughts but making her climax.

I dive back in, sucking her clit and rolling my tongue around it in tight circles while my finger pulses, steadily increasing the pressure and pace.

Despite the erotic sounds she makes, her hips remain locked, frozen in place. Her quads are twitching, and I suspect it’s because she’s expending so much effort to hold still. Like she’s afraid to move.

I pause my movements, lick her taste off my lips, and patiently wait for her to open her eyes. Once she does, I calmly ask, “Lettie, is there a reason you’re forcing yourself to hold still?”

“Um. I-I,” she stammers but never answers.

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