Page 192 of Surprisingly Us

This feeling, this connection with her, will never not amaze me.

“God damn, Princess. You spoil me with this tight pussy.”

She’s warm and slick, just like her mouth, but the primal need to fill her with my cum has become my obsession. I’ve never felt anything like it.

I’ve still got her hair wrapped around my hand. I use it to angle her head back so I can nip at her neck.

My teeth graze her collar bone and her startled gasp makes her pussy clench down tighter.

“Behave,” she warns playfully. And I love her even more for it.

“That’s impossible when you’re riding my cock so well, Princess.”

And she does. So fucking well.

Her movements aren’t rushed or hurried. They’re graceful, exactly like her. She takes her time lifting and lowering, letting my crown and the piercing beneath it nearly come all the way out before she rocks her hips, pulling my cock back inside her.

“I love how it feels when you spread me. I want it over and over.” She lifts all the way up then a moment later, she slowly lowers down onto me again.

Fuck. If she keeps talking like that, it’ll be impossible to last.

“I love that, too, baby.” I grunt, trying to hold my shit together.

Letting her hair go, I pull her tank top off, then wrap my hands around her ribcage before lowering my mouth to feast on her tight nipples. With my tongue lashing at her nipples, her hands dig into my hair holding me to her, and she begins to pick up her rhythm. I slip one hand beneath her skirt and rub her clit over her panties. I can feel how soaked they are, how they’re now stretched out to one side to make room for my cock.

I have to see it.

I lift her skirt and drop my gaze between her legs. It’s one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen.

“I love that you’re still wearing your panties while I’m balls deep inside you, Princess.”

A whimper floats past her lips.

If there’s one thing I know about my girl, she gets off on dirty talk.

“These pretty blue panties are ruined now, baby.” I slide a finger underneath the edge of them and tease her clit, it’s slick and swollen, and begging for my touch. “Soaked by your pussy. Stretched out by my cock.”

Her muscles spasm around my length and I know her orgasm is right there.

“Is that something a good girl does? Lets me pull her panties aside so I can fuck her?” I pinch her clit between my fingers and she cries out.

“You’re not a good girl, are you, Princess? You’re a filthy fucking girl who loves getting railed by my cock.”

“Oh, god. Rhys. Yes.” She moans before she pulls my face to hers and claims my mouth. Kissing Lettie is like breathing, exhilarating, and absolutely fucking necessary. Beneath all the heat and lust is so much more. Too much to verbalize, so I let our bodies do the talking.

You feel so fucking good.

I’ll never get enough.

I’m in awe of you.

You’re it for me.

“That’s it, Princess. Come on my cock.”

A moment later, she shatters around me, her cries muffled inside my mouth as she squeezes me so fucking tight, I’m gasping for breath. Then, I’m right there, too, my orgasm spilling deep inside her.

Lettie collapses into my chest, wrapping her arms tight around my neck.

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