The Scumbag's Guide To Heroism novel Chapter 562

Chapter 562: 562 | Making Up For Lost Time

She wasn’t performing. That was the part that got me every time. When Diane got like this the composure didn’t drop so much as invert, turned inside out into something just as certain but hungrier, a woman who’d spent nine years arranging her whole life around the people she loved and had exactly two people she let see her want anything for herself.

I was one of them. That fact still didn’t feel real, and the Luster humming off her skin, and the way she moaned around me low in her chest like the taste of me was doing something for her too, none of it felt real, and all of it was.

She built me up slow, and then she built me up fast, alternating between the two with the sense of someone who could hear my breathing and read exactly how close I was getting.

When my hips shifted up into her mouth she took it. When my hand tightened in her hair she moaned like she wanted it tighter. She used everything, her mouth and her throat and her hand and the occasional graze of teeth that shouldn’t have felt as good as it did, and her free hand drifted lower to cup and roll me with a gentleness that undid whatever the rest of her was doing.

"I’m close," I managed.

She didn’t slow down. She got faster, took me deeper, and her eyes came up to lock on mine so I’d have to watch her do it. Her cheeks hollowed. Her throat worked around me.

The heat built at the base of my spine and rolled outward and I felt every muscle in my body pull tight.

Then she stopped. Pulled off entirely. Squeezed the base of me hard enough to hold everything right at the edge without going over.

"Not yet," she said.

"You have got to be kidding me."

"I never kid about this." She sat back on her heels, licked her lips, and looked entirely pleased with herself and my suffering both. "I told you. Mommy’s making up for lost time.

That means we’re not rushing. That means I get to do this as many times as I want before I let you finish, and I’ve been thinking about it for eleven days, so I want it a great deal."

"Sloane’s timer."

"Sloane’s timer is a suggestion I’m choosing to interpret loosely." She wrapped her hand around me again, slow, watching me twitch against her palm. "Besides. You heal fast now. Concerningly fast. Juno’s words, I’m told. I intend to test the limits of that tonight. Purely scientific."

"Everyone in this house does science by having sex with me."

"It’s a good household with rigorous standards." She leaned down and took me back into her mouth before I could respond, and whatever I’d been about to say dissolved into a sound that would have embarrassed me if I had the capacity left for embarrassment.

She brought me right back to the edge in half the time, and she did it while making eye contact, and just when the heat started to crest she pulled off again and squeezed and held me there, shaking.

"Diane."

"Hm?"

"You’re a menace."

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