Page 178 of Unexpected Hero

“You okay, Lettie?” he rasps, lowering his forehead to mine. His restraint is impressive.

“So much better than okay. You feel amazing. Keep going, please.”

“You’re softer this time,” he grates out, teeth gnashed. “Feel so fucking good.”

I realize my nervousness may have caused the pain before. All that panic, fear, and trauma from my childhood was manifesting as a vaginal clench determined to keep out intruders.

Not this time, though.

I bury my face in his neck and moan. “Mmm. It’s so much better this time, babe.”

He withdraws, then pushes back in. Although he picks up the pace, he’s not going hard and fast like he did with his fingers earlier.

Resting my hands around his shoulders, I hold him close to me. I don’t want any space between us.

With his next thrust, he kisses me hard and deep. My hips pulse in concert with his, matching his rhythm.

Holy shit. We’re having sex. It’s finally happening. And it’s heaven on earth. I now understand why people obsess over this.

“I’m gonna press the rest of the way in, baby. I think you’re ready.”

My eyes bulge. “What? You aren’t all the way in yet?”

“Not yet, sugar bear.” His smirk turns devilish as if a demon possessed him right before my very eyes. A hot as fuck demon, hell-bent on making my toes curl and throat go raw from screaming in ecstasy.

Bring it on, Satan.

A renewed burst of nervousness threatens to pop my I-thought-you-were-all-the-way-inhigh, turning it into an oh-shit-maybe-it-will-hurt-after-all low.

Before my worries make my brain spin out, he asks, “Are you my good girl, Lettie?”

His velvety tone calms me instantly.

“Yes, I am.” I nod frantically, desperate to be his anything. His sub. His lover. His whore. His good girl. His auto mechanic. His barista.

I don’t care what he calls me as long as I’m his.

His mouth hovers over mine, and our lips brush against each other with every sultry word he utters. “Then be my good girl and let me claim every inch of that perfect fucking pussy. Relax and take my cock, sugar.”

My core floods with arousal with his filthy and possessive words.

He slams his hips forward, driving his rock-hard dick inside me until he bottoms out, pressing his pelvis flush against mine. “That’s it. Take it, sweetness. Fucking take it.”

My head falls back, eyes slamming shut as my cries of ecstasy free themselves. “Oh my god, yes, yes, babe, yes.”

He holds himself there, deep inside me, for several beautiful seconds. “That’s my good girl.”

When my eyes finally open, he’s savoring me like I’m priceless art, and his fingers comb through my hair. My throat thickens, making it hard to swallow.

“Checking in, sweet girl. Any pain?” Tender compassion overflows from those few syllables.

I smile, running my hands through his short-cropped blond hair. “Only delicious fullness.”

He pumps his hips, delicate pulses at first, then harder, longer strokes. “Good. That’s good.” He rests his weight on his forearms and really starts moving. “You’re doing so fucking good, Lettie baby.”

As we rock together, I wrap my thighs around him, locking my ankles behind his back.

There’s never been anything as right as him inside me.

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