Page 227 of Unexpected Hero

“You gonna come for me, Lettie?” I grit out, struggling to hold back my release.

“Why? Can’t keep up?” she taunts, earning a harder smack on her ass.

“Mmm. Shit. Yes, just like that,” she wails, pumping her body back to impale herself.

Fucking hell. She’s ravenous. I’ve never seen her like this before.

Something has turned my Lettie into a hellcat.

My eyes shift to the laptop, where I’ve lowered her from the rig and put her on the bed. I untied her leg and arms, but her chest harness was still on.

We fucked in so many positions last night. That damn lingerie she wore was perfect for moving her exactly where I needed her.

“Watch the video, baby. See how pretty you look taking my cock.”

She glances at the screen obediently. Her mouth curves into a devilish grin.

Sexy vixen.

Together, we indulge in the view of our lovemaking from last night while I fuck her into oblivion on my couch.

My eyes roll back in my head as her core starts quivering.

“Spank me again. I’m so close. Make me come, babe. Spank me.”

Yes. Fucking hell. Finally.

Three moderate smacks in rapid succession later, and her pussy flutters. Her screams of ecstasy crescendo as I jerk into her with the first wave of my climax.

I look down to watch her body taking my cock, and I freeze in panic.

I’m not wearing a condom.

Immediately, I pull out, but my orgasm has already started. Jets of my release soak her ass, dripping down the back of her pussy.

The euphoria shatters.

How could I do this?

“Fuck.”

She collapses on the couch, one side of her face lifted in a satisfied grin. More than likely, my expression is the opposite, reflecting panic, terror, and regret.

Jumping off the couch, I shake out my limbs and think.

Mitigate the risk.

Formulate a plan.

Take control of the situation.

After a quick exhale, I pull her off the couch. “Get up, baby.”

“My legs are gelatin,” she protests but allows me to help her to her feet.

Come on, gravity. Do your thing.

“Where are you in your cycle, sugar?”

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