The Scumbag's Guide To Heroism novel Chapter 84

Chapter 84: 84 | Initiation Rites of a Stubborn Heroine

I hooked my fingers under the waistband of her panties, pausing to meet her eyes. "Last chance to change your mind."

"Don’t you dare stop now." Her voice carried that familiar edge of command, even with her cheeks flushed that deep pink.

I pulled the lace down slowly, revealing her completely. She was soaked, glistening in the low light from her desk lamp. The sight made my mouth go dry.

"Your turn," she said, her voice wavering slightly.

I stripped off my boxers, watching her eyes widen as she took in the sight. Her gaze lingered, and I couldn’t help the smirk that crossed my face.

"Problem?"

"I... wasn’t expecting that."

"Should I take that as a compliment?"

"Shut up." She reached for me, her hand wrapping around my shaft. I hissed at the contact, her touch tentative but curious. "Show me what to do."

I guided her hand, her grip surprisingly strong but the motion clumsy. I adjusted her fingers, slowing her down.

"Like that," I breathed, the friction almost sharp. "Just... like that."

Her strokes were unpracticed but eager. Pre-cum beaded at the tip, and she rubbed her thumb over it experimentally, making my hips jerk involuntarily.

"Fuck, Sloane."

"Good?" She looked up at me, her blue eyes dark with arousal and uncertainty.

"Really good." I leaned down to kiss her, gently pushing her back onto the bed. "But I want to taste you first."

I moved down her body, kissing a trail from her collarbone to her breasts. I took one nipple into my mouth, sucking gently, and she arched into me with a sharp gasp.

"Ah! That’s—oh god."

I switched to the other breast, giving it the same attention while my hand slid between her legs. She was incredibly wet, her arousal coating my fingers as I traced her folds.

"Lukas, please," she whimpered, her hips rolling against my hand.

I moved lower, the heat between her thighs a tangible presence. Her scent filled the air, musky and sweet, a primal signal that made my own blood pound.

I kissed the soft skin of her inner thigh, once, twice, feeling the muscle there tremble before I finally tasted her.

"Wait, you don’t have to—oh fuck!"

The words died on her lips as I licked a long stripe up her slit. She tasted sweet and musky, her body trembling beneath my touch. I focused on her clit, circling it with my tongue before sucking gently.

"Ah! Ahh! Lukas!" Her hands tangled in my hair, her thighs clenching around my head.

I slid one finger inside her, feeling how tight she was. The thought of being inside her made my dick throb painfully. I added a second finger, curling them to find that spot inside her that made her legs shake.

"Right there! Don’t stop, please don’t stop!"

Her walls clenched around my fingers as I worked her higher. I could feel her getting close, her breath coming in short gasps. I increased the pressure on her clit, and she came apart with a cry that she barely managed to muffle against her palm.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" Her body shook through the aftershocks, her pussy pulsing around my fingers.

I crawled back up her body, kissing her deeply so she could taste herself on my lips. She responded eagerly, her hands roaming over my back.

"That was..." She trailed off, her chest heaving.

"Just the warmup." I positioned myself between her legs, the head of my cock pressing against her entrance. "This might hurt at first. Tell me if you need me to stop."

She nodded, her hands gripping my shoulders. "I’m ready."

I pushed forward slowly, just the tip breaching her entrance. She was impossibly tight, her body resisting the intrusion despite how wet she was. I paused, letting her adjust.

"Breathe, Sloane. Relax for me."

She took a shaky breath, her grip on my shoulders loosening slightly. I pushed in another inch, feeling her stretch around me. The heat and pressure were overwhelming, every instinct screaming at me to just thrust all the way in.

But this was Sloane. She deserved better than that.

"You’re doing great," I murmured against her ear. "Just a little more."

I pushed in further, and suddenly I felt resistance give way. Sloane’s eyes squeezed shut, and her teeth sank into my shoulder hard enough to draw blood.

"Shit!" The pain shot through my arm, but I forced myself to stay still, buried halfway inside her. "Sloane, baby, you okay?"

She made a muffled sound against my shoulder, her teeth still embedded in my flesh. Tears leaked from the corners of her closed eyes. Her pussy clenched around me like a vice, so tight it almost hurt. I could feel her pulse through her walls, could feel every tremor that ran through her body.

Blood trickled down my shoulder from where her teeth broke skin. The Oracle Feed helpfully informed me that Sloane’s emotional state registered as overwhelmed, in pain, but determined not to stop.

No shit.

"Sloane," I said softly, stroking her hair with one hand. "You need to let go of my shoulder so I can check on you."

Slowly, her jaw relaxed. She released me, and I saw the imprint of her teeth clearly marked in my skin, blood welling from several puncture points. She looked up at me with wide, teary eyes.

"I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to—"

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