Page 261 of The Reluctant Hero

His hips move in rhythm with my hands. His kisses land anywhere he can reach. I feel his fingers glide over the crack of my ass and delve further to reach damp heat.

I shamelessly lift my leg to brace my knee on his thigh, giving him free access.

His fingertips press over my opening, rubbing back and forth just as slowly as my hand is moving over him. A tap over my clit has me biting hard and moaning. I want his fingers inside me.

I pant and work over his erection, hoping to entice him.

His hand comes out of my panties to grip my waist. The move crushes my hand between us, but I don’t let go.

I’m expecting him to press me into the mattress. Instead, he pulls me over him and keeps me there with both arms wrapped around me.

“Put my dick inside you,” he whispers harshly. “Slide those panties to the side and let me feel you. Come on, babe, put me out of my misery.”

His arms loosen to let me sit up a few inches, braced by my hands.

“Don’t you dare get up,” he slams his lips against mine. The kiss he starts is distracting. The way his tongue moves over mine, taunting it to enter his mouth in return.

Both his hands thread through my hair to hold me to him. I scrabble to get my panties pulled to the side. I can feel the tip of him brushing against my folds. I tease it with the tips of my fingers before positioning him.

When I sink back, he’s holding me too tightly to let me take more than a few inches.

“Slow and quiet,” he gasps and pulls my face to his neck. “I need this. You feel like heaven.”

I shift to take him inside as much as I can and slowly let him go. Almost letting him leave me entirely before I let him back in.

“Like that,” he breathes, causing chills to roll down my neck. He sounds as if he’s in agony and pleasure at the same time.

He’s so hard inside me, barely coming in. The head of his cock rasps over my soft entrance in a slow drag that’s driving me crazy. I want to ride him fully, to feel more than this slight stretch.

I gasp as he shifts his hips up, allowing me to take more of him.

“You’re so wet. I’m soaked,” he chokes out. “Mark me, babe. I need to know this is real.”

I kiss along his neck, my entire body feeling so sensitive and tight. My inner walls are clinging to him as he lifts a little more. His tip is running along my channel in a smooth glide that makes me whimper.

“Shh. Don’t wake him. This is just for us,” he pants.

“I need to move,” I beg him shamelessly.

“You’re moving, babe. So fucking perfect. You’re going to make me cum so hard. I’m going to fill you up. And then we’ll do it again and again.”

I bounce my hips over him, moving faster as he speaks.

“God, yes,” he groans.

I work over his tip, driving us both insane. His hands fall to my hips, and I don’t waste the opportunity.

I brace against his chest and sit up, taking him fully inside. I choke at the stretch when I reach his base. A distant twinge of pain, and then I’m moving over him however I want.

“Oh God,” he moans, watching me move like he wants to memorize the sight. His muscles are taut as he holds himself still. His eyes shut tight, his head tilting back until his neck is straining. I can see the marks I’ve left all over him.

“I need you to cum,” he gasps. A hand circles around to rub across my clit with insistent pressure.

His knees come up, and I lean back farther, letting him touch wherever he wants. My breasts, my waist, my sensitive clit. His hands are everywhere, worshiping me as I bounce over his lap.

“Now, babe,” he grits his teeth. The intense look he gives me has his teeth bared. The pressure on my clit turns into a grinding circle that sends me over the edge.

I lose my rhythm, a weak cry breaking out as I spasm.

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