Page 26 of His Innocent Mate

When I don’t move, Brock growls, “I’m warning you, Lyra.”

I stand, pivoting to face him as I undo the knot below my breasts and slide my shirt off. What’s underneath is a sheer bra that covers everything but hides nothing.

None of what I’m wearing I knew existed earlier in the day. It was Venus that told me how to access a hidden drawer in our closet, instructing me how to dress, do my makeup, and talk to Brock.

Venus told me there was no room for shyness. For acting demure. That my desire for him must be clear.

I spin salaciously, locking eyes with Brock, who has one large hand on the growing bulge in his pants.

My core clenches with anxious excitement, and I wonder if it’s normal for women to be so conflicted when taking a lover.

I undo the button of my shorts and spread them open, revealing the top of my see-through panties. A low groan escapes his throat.

Be bold,Venus said, because it’s my innocence that’s turning him away.

I cup my small breast, pinching my nipple as I take a step forward, closing the gap between us. Brock sits back in his chair and undoes his pants, pulling his massive cock out.

To say I’m aroused by the act I’m putting on is an understatement. When I was applying my makeup, I started crying, I was so humiliated. But now that my transformation into a seductress is complete, I feel like a live wire ready to snap.

Brock’s hand rides his cock, which makes me feel deliciously dirty. I love his fevered gaze and that for once, he’s not the one in control.

When I’m right in front of him, I lean down, bracing a hand on his shoulder.

“Fuck, Lyra—you better be careful. You don’t know what a man like me is capable of.”

Squeezing my breast, I bring my nipple to his mouth, offering it to him.

His tongue paints slow strokes over the sheer fabric of my bra, drawing my nipple to a point, his eyes never breaking contact with mine.

Offering myself like it is the most erotic thing I’ve ever done, and it feels amazing.

But I can’t lose myself. Not right now. Not like this.

Swallowing hard, I say the words I’d found so appalling just hours ago. “Suck my titties.”

Brock’s brow lifts in shock, but he obeys, stretching the obstructing fabric and taking my small breast into his mouth.

I let him get a few suckles in before pulling away because denial will make him want me more. Or at least that’s what Venus said.

“Get back here!” Brock snarls, grabbing me by the wrist and pulling me to him.

Gone is the gentleman whose sole focus was bringing me pleasure. In his place is a hungry animal that has no intention of going soft on me.

Which is exactly what I need.

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BROCK

Seeing Lyra in her bold makeup and skimpy clothes has me unhinged.

“Why? What are you going to do to me?” she teases, grabbing her hand away.

She brings her fingers to the stretchy cups of her bra, pulling the fabric down underneath her breasts, and propping them up.

She’d always been shy about her breasts due to their small size, but it seems like she’s finally gotten over that. And why shouldn’t she? I think about her tits just as much as I do her pussy when I’m jacking off.

Lyra’s hips start swaying again as her hands work their way from her breasts to her shorts, making her intentions clear.

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