Page 22 of Monster Bully

He knew exactly what she wanted, but this time he was going to make her wait. Using his grip on her hips, he fucked her, sliding her up and down his length. In between each thrust, he couldn’t help but tease her nipples. Each one was more delectable than the other, but then he couldn’t decide which was his favorite.

When he knew he had teased her enough and had her begging for more, he eased her back and then slid his hand between their legs. His cock was still balls-deep inside her as he started to stroke her clit. Going back and forth, building up her orgasm, driving her higher and higher, until she moaned his name.

He felt how close she was, the ripple of her cunt around him, and then he had no choice but to count to ten as he felt so close to release. Eve’s orgasm nearly set off his own, and he didn’t want that. He had to wait, to allow her to enjoy hers.

The moment hers began to ebb away, he flipped her on the bed, taking hold of her hands and keeping them either side of her head. Grim held her in place, and then he fucked her, making her take the whole of his cock, every inch of him as he drove inside her. He knew he wasn’t going to last. The month they hadn’t been together was already a month too long as far as he was concerned. Thrusting inside her one final time, he took possession of her mouth and kissed her hard, not wanting to let go.

This was his woman.

Eve was his.

Plain and simple.

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“A cold picnic?” Eve asked.

The park was all but deserted, even though it was lunchtime. Snow was on the ground and it crunched beneath her feet. She had on a thick winter coat, as well as a hat, gloves, and scarf, to help ward off the chill. It was freezing and had been so for a couple of weeks now.

A couple of amazing weeks, where she had to admit she and Grim had gotten stronger. Yes, he still did his work and sometimes she asked questions. She had noticed a few occasions where he returned home with blood on his shirt or his knuckles were busted. Sometimes, she didn’t need to know the answer.

Grim’s delight at seeing her was enough, and she had allowed her feelings to manifest, rather than her judgment of him. She didn’t know his full history, but slowly she was starting to learn about him.

He was a very bad good man. That was all she could think of to describe him. He had limits, and anyone who tested them learned his wrath.

“If you remember, last year, not long after we met, you talked about going on a cold picnic.”

“I vaguely remember it. I think I was trying to fill the silence,” she said. Eve did remember. They had gone for dinner and it was during one of those moments when Eve had realized she was starting to fall in love with this man. She didn’t understand her feelings, and seeing as she couldn’t talk to her mother about it, she panicked.

A cold picnic was one of those suggestions that had fallen from her lips, and right now it didn’t sound like a great idea. In fact, her ass was freezing and they were not even seated on the ground yet. This was indeed romantic, not because of the picnic itself, but the fact Grim had remembered it. That was what made it so damn romantic.

“This is the spot,” Grim said.

Eve glanced around and she noticed his men were keeping guard. Grim didn’t need guards twenty-four-seven, at least that’s what he told her. He increased the guards for her protection.

Other than that guy who tried to break into the cabin, she had yet to see one of Grim’s enemies. She could only imagine how many there actually were.

Grim laid down a blanket and then placed the picnic basket on top. The only reprieve was the fact there was no icy wind. It was cold and more snow was forecast, which she loved. She did love the snow. Making the most of it, she took a seat with Grim’s help. She didn’t remove her hat, gloves, or her scarf.

“I don’t suppose I made the horrible suggestion we should eat cucumber sandwiches and ice cream?” she asked.

Grim chuckled. “As it happens, no, you didn’t. You didn’t fill in those blanks. However, I did take a liberty, and thought it would be best to feed you hot soup.”

He opened his picnic basket and she couldn’t help but smile as there was a loaf of bread as well as a large thermos and two cups.

“Soup?” she asked.

“Yes, and you don’t even have to remove your gloves to eat it.”

Grim had removed his and he opened the thermos, poured out a cup for her and one for himself. It looked creamy. He held one cup for her, but she also took his cup so he could put the lid back on the thermos. She waited for him to be seated.

“To a cold picnic,” Grim said, and then held his cup up. She gave a little clink of her cup and then took a sip.

Leek and potato soup. A nicely seasoned one, and her favorite.

“How do you think of everything?” she asked. “I couldn’t even remember suggesting this, and yet you did.”

“Simple, Eve, when it comes to you, I remember everything.”

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