Page 13 of Rival Hero

He darts off somewhere behind me, returning a few seconds later with a throw pillow, which he tucks under my head. “Here you go, gorgeous.”

Mia, girl! How can you lie to this unicorn cream puff?

I can’t believe how sweet he’s being to me, a virtual stranger. It’s not like I want him to rough me up, but his saccharin sweetness incites infinitely more dissonance. The guilt from my deception is approaching unbearable levels.

I need to stop him. Tell him who I am, confess my sins, and beg him to forgive me.

Yeah. That’s what I’ll do.

“Cal, I need—”

My words cut off as he dips his face between my thighs and blows against my naked pussy. I’m instantly distracted from my sudden attack of conscience and find myself holding my breath, anticipating that blissful moment when his tongue swipes along my slit.

Before he does, he catches my gaze like he’s waiting for me to finish my sentence. No, he’s seeking my permission.

Like I’d be stupid enough to object.

When I don’t protest, he dives in, tosses my legs over both shoulders, and finally puts that magnificent tongue exactly where it belongs. Before I know it, my eyes roll into the back of my skull, and I’m chanting my praise at how thoroughly he’s lapping at my sensitive skin, sucking my clit, and sinking his fingers in and out of my drenched core.

My back bows, arching off the counter as he expertly drives me over the edge.

I shatter into a million euphoric pieces, screaming through my pleasure, “Yes, yes, yes. Oh my god, yes!”

He lets me ride out my climax before removing his fingers and his mouth. When he stands, he stares down at me, spread out on his counter like a buffet. A dash of insecurity threatens to steal my orgasm high at how his gaze rakes over every speck of skin. Every freckle. Every dimple. Every line. Every imperfection.

But he bats away all my feelings of inadequacy when he smiles, licks his lips, and pulls off his shirt, exposing his glorious upper body, adorned in bursts of dark ink.

He’spulsingwith need.

“You’re fucking delicious. I was going to lay you down in bed,” he unbuckles his belt and starts on his fly, “but I can’t wait. I need you now. Here.” His pants are off a second later. “Is that okay? Can I have you on the counter this first time? Are you comfortable enough?”

I prop myself on my elbows for a better view of thebig fat cock showthat’s about to begin. It’s my favorite program, and I’m a huge fan of this episode.

“Have me any way you want. That was amazing.”

After he rolls a condom on, we shudder together as he sinks inside me, one glorious inch at a time.

“You’re perfection,” he whispers.

He fucks me on the counter with my ass hanging off the edge and his arms holding the backs of my legs against his chest. The position affords me a tantalizing view of his delicious arm porn.

Our first round is passionate and frantic. Everything I needed.

We’re on the couch for round two, then the shower, where he lets me take him in my mouth. And we end up in bed after that. I lose track of how many times he makes me come, but I think we’re in the double digits. Some of the details grow foggy in my mind thanks to the alcohol and delirium from the pleasure overload.

Sadly, though, I can’t seem to forget the guilt over what I’ve done tonight, no matter how hard I try.

So when he falls asleep, I place a kiss on his forehead and swipe the hair out of his face while wishing we’d met under different circumstances.

Wishing I was a different person— one who’s worthy of someone like him.

Then I sneak out like a coward.

And once I get to the hotel and lie down, tears begin to pool in my eyes, but I wipe them away before they fall onto the pillow.

Because intel pimps don’t cry.

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