Page 224 of Unexpected Hero

I chuckle and kiss her neck again, before locking my gaze back on the screen where we acted out her fantasy.

“Are you hiding any weapons?” I asked her.

“Where could I possibly hide a weapon in this attire?” she taunted while pressing her ass backward into my erection.

“I’m sure there’s somewhere you could hide something.” Using both hands, I roughly pried her thighs apart. She didn’t fight me. “Good girl.”

I knelt to frisk her from the ankle to the top of her thigh, one side then the other. “Nothing down there.” After pressing my chest to her back, I ran my hands around her front to cup her breasts. I wasn’t gentle, and she was so fucking into it.

My dick is no longer merely considering getting stiff as we watch the playback. It’s already rock hard and throbbing. I shift myself to avoid breaking it from where her ass rests on it.

“Getting worked up back there,” she teases in a throaty purr.

“Can’t help it, sugar. Look at how fucking sexy you are.”

“You’re not so bad yourself. Here’s the part when you took your shirt off. All those mouthwatering muscles. Mmm. Mama likes.”

The corners of my lips hike upward. “You’re supposed to be watching yourself.”

“I’d rather watch you. The lust on your face is really doing it for me.” She reaches behind her to cup my nape. “That was part of your plan, right? To get me comfortable with this?”

She gives her hips a swirl, dragging her ass over my cock and drawinga groan from me.

“Babe, this part was so hot. I loved how you did that.”

Having stopped watching the video in favor of studying the beauty in my arms, I ask, “How I did what?”

My hand drifts from her waist, working its way under the waistband of her cotton pajama shorts.

“When you touched me. Down there.”

I shoot my gaze to the screen, seeing the moment when I plunged my hands down the front of her lower body and worked them through the silky pink flesh of her pussy.

“Was it like this?” I ask while flicking two fingers over her clit.

Her head leans back, pressing against my upper chest. “It was a bit different. Keep going, and I’ll tell you when you get there.”

“How about you tell me when you get there instead?”

Her mouth rounds, a dainty sigh slipping past her lips.

My line of sight vacillates from how I fingered her pussy last night with her spread against the wall to the way I replicate my ministrations on the couch.

So much to feast my eyes on. And my ears.

The sounds — both from the laptop and the woman in my arms— make it hard to concentrate on anything but how badly I need to get inside her.

“Do you hear yourself, Lettie? Hear how sweet you sound when you come for me?”

“Yes,” she grits out, pulsing her hips to drive herself harder into my touch.

On the screen, we’ve progressed from the frisk fantasy, where I brought her to orgasm with my fingers, to when she asked me to get my ropes out. There was no way I was gonna turn down that request, even if I’m the one who’s supposed to be in charge.

Sort of.

She’s the one in control, truthfully. As it should be.

We agreed on a partial suspension where her upper body would be attached to the rig along with her right leg.

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