Page 162 of Unexpected Hero

She doesn’t move right away, so I arch an eyebrow. “Three seconds.”

Without further delay, she juts her right hand out and caresses my head.

“Good girl. Now shove my face exactly where you want it.”

A look of indecision muddles her features, but she complies before her time is up, gently nudging me against her pussy.

I reward her with a series of rapid flicks of my tongue. Her ribs expand and collapse with her labored breathing.

“Take your shirt off, my sweet girl. Bra too. I want you topless so I can see more of your perfect body.”

She lets go of my head to remove the unnecessary coverings. Her breasts are as perfect as I remember them being from that night at her hotel.

I return my attention to her pussy as she collapses onto her back, the garments hanging off the edge of my bed. Now the only clothing remaining on her delectable body are thosefuck me heels resting on my upper back and the skirt hoisted around her waist.

She is a vision, an utterly ravishing beauty.

Exquisite.

And for tonight, she’s all mine.

While I work my mouth over her wet pink flesh and spear her pussy with my fingers, she resumes stroking my hair and massaging my scalp in tender circles. This entire act is supposed to be for her pleasure, but I soon find myself in a state of euphoria.

Her touch on my head, her taste on my tongue, and her breathy mewls fill a part of me that’s long been vacant.

How is she doing this to me? No other woman has even come close to giving me this much satisfaction. And I haven’t even gotten inside her yet.

After devouring her for several minutes, I pause to tell her, “Now I want you to buck your hips up or swirl them around to chase your pleasure.”

“I-I,” she starts.

I cut her off with a stern warning. “Three seconds, Lettie. Thrust these fucking hips and drive your pretty pussy into my mouth. One.”

Before I say two, she nods and tentatively swirls her hips, testing the motion. Although far too timid, it’s a start. As I make a meal out of her body, her movements gain confidence.

Sensing she needs a bit more encouragement, I toss another command. “Hold me in place with one hand while you drive your pussy into my mouth. Other hand on one of your nipples, pinching and squeezing.”

She moves her hands as I instructed, but her hips are still barely moving.

“Last chance, Lettie. Fuck my face, or I’ll stop. Writhe and grind all over me. Come all over my face like a dirty girl. That’s what I want you to do. For me. Right fucking now.”

By the time the sentence has passed my lips, she responds with a deliberate intensity. I growl and moan into her pussy as she thrusts her hips. “Yes, precious girl,” I praise her, my words coming out in a garble due to the way she’s obediently grinding against me.

I’m in fucking heaven.

Her pussy floods for me, growing wetter and wetter as she rocks into my face.

She screams out, “Oh my god. Fuck. Yes, yes, yes.”

I moan my encouragement, refusing to take my mouth off her. Sucking and tugging her clit between my lips, I apply increasing suction. When I slip my finger back inside her, she’s so fucking drenched that I’m finally able to add my index finger.

It sends her careening over the edge. Her thighs slam inward, squeezing my neck and face. I’m locked in place, but there’s nowhere else I’d rather be.

Her moans spike in volume, and her hips buck wildly. As she starts trembling, the grip she has on my hair tightens, sending spikes of pain through my scalp.

Yes, fuck yes, let go, Lettie.

“Oh my god. Oh my god,” she wails, not holding back.

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