The Scumbag's Guide To Heroism novel Chapter 97

Chapter 97: 97 | Take What’s Mine

The command in her voice. The grip on my cock. The way she looked at me like I was hers to command.

"Your mouth," I said. "I want to come in your mouth."

"Better." She smiled and took me deep again.

This time she didn’t stop. Didn’t tease. Just sucked me hard and fast and perfect until I couldn’t hold back anymore. My orgasm hit like lightning. I came hard, my hips jerking, and she swallowed every drop without hesitation.

When I was done, shaking and spent, she sat back on her heels and licked her lips.

"Good boy," she said again.

I collapsed back onto the bed, breathing hard. My brain felt like mush.

Diane climbed up beside me. She was still fully dressed in her business suit. Still put together while I was completely wrecked. Something about that power dynamic made my spent cock twitch with interest.

"Feel better?" she asked.

"Feel dead."

"Mmm. Not dead." Her hand slid down my chest. "Just satisfied. For now."

"For now."

"You didn’t think that was finished, did you?" She propped herself up on one elbow. Her blue eyes caught the light from the window. "I just got home from Charleston. Three days is a long time to be away."

"Give me five minutes."

"Take ten." She kissed my chest once, lips soft against skin that still felt too sensitive. "I’ll make good use of the time."

She stood from the bed and started on her blouse. One button. Then another. Her fingers moved with the same precision she brought to everything else—measured, deliberate, completely aware that I was watching. The blouse fell away. Then the skirt, which she stepped out of without breaking eye contact. Her bra followed, joining the growing pile of expensive fabric on the floor. Finally her panties, which she hooked with one finger and let slide down her legs.

She stood there, fully bare, pink hair loose over her shoulders. The warm afternoon light through the window made her skin look impossibly smooth. Luster was still active at a low hum—I could feel it even from here, a faint pressure that made every line of her body sharper than it should be.

"You’re staring," she said.

"Yeah."

"Good." She climbed back onto the bed, moving with the slow confidence of someone who had never questioned whether she wanted something. This time she straddled my chest, her weight settling over my ribs, her knees pressing into the mattress on either side of me. Her pussy was inches from my face. Close enough that I could see how wet she already was.

"Since you like looking so much," she said, voice dropping lower, "why don’t you use that mouth for something productive?"

I grabbed her hips and pulled her down. She gasped the moment my tongue found her clit. She was wet. More than wet. Already primed and ready, which was typical for Diane—she didn’t do half measures, not in meetings, not in negotiations, and definitely not here.

I ate her out the way I’d been thinking about for the last seventy-two hours. Tongue flat against her clit, then tightening the pressure. Alternating between slow and deliberate and fast enough to make her hips jerk forward. She tasted exactly like I remembered—clean, warm, faintly sweet in a way that didn’t make sense and didn’t need to.

Three days without this. Three days of Sloane, who was incredible in her own right but didn’t operate with the same kind of control. Diane knew exactly what she wanted. She didn’t hesitate. Didn’t second-guess. She just took.

She rode my face like she owned it. Her hands threaded into my hair, not pulling but guiding, adjusting the angle until I was hitting exactly where she needed. Her thighs tightened against the sides of my head. I could feel the tension building in her muscles, the small tremors that meant she was close.

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