Page 56 of The Pucking Grump

She gives a sly little grin. An image of the first time we had sex comes to me, how she sucked me off and swam across the lake. The little tease. I didn’t just miss fucking her. I missed everything about her. Hell, I even kind of missed those nights of slow torture where I lay in bed next to her and hoped she would accidentally brush against me. And I definitely miss seeing her smile, even in response to making me uncomfortable.

Pulling her by her hips toward me, I plunge myself into her and swallow her scream as sweet, blessed relief washes over me. I’ve had sex with Faye dozens of times, but all of those times combined don’t feel as good as what I feel now, having her back in my arms. I pull her even closer and plunge into her again, over and over. My body is trembling with the need to finish quickly, but I want to enjoy this as much as I can. So, I settle into a slow rhythm that threatens to split my brain in two. Faye’s holding on to me for dear life, biting her lips so her moans come out as silent as possible.

“How bad did you want this?” I whisper, hating the near silence. I think back again to our first time together, how good it felt hearing her scream.

“Bad,” she whispers, and the sincerity in her eyes tells me she’s not lying.

“I want to hear you,” I mutter in her ear. Holding one of her nipples between my thumb and middle finger, I squeeze it. “Let me hear you.”

“Blake,” she whimpers, her voice quivering with pleasure. “There are people outside.”

“Good,” I say, driving myself inside her with even more force. “They get to hear what you sound like when I fuck you.”

“Blake, please,” she pleads. “No.”

I love it when she begs. Love that she knows I’m able to fuck her so well, she’ll lose control and start screaming in spite of what she wants.

Because that’s what I’m about to do.

Leaning over her, I say, “What’s the worst thing that’ll happen if a couple of your employees know you’re having a good time? They already know, anyway.”

Faye lets out a slightly higher moan as I thrust into her again. I let myself ponder my own question: what is the worst thing that could happen if people knew I had sex with Faye right here in her dressing room?

I picture a scandalous headline. Doesn’t mean a thing, though. The whole world already thinks I’m her boyfriend. Her fans would probably find the news pleasing and make it into some kind of statement about how Faye is finally in a great relationship.

It stuns me that I don’t care about being paraded as Faye’s man in the news. Not now, maybe not as long as she’s with me.

I thrust into her again even harder, at the same time increasing the pressure on her nipples.

Faye lets out another moan.

“Good, baby.” Just hearing her threatens to make me come, but I can’t help wanting her to do it again. So, I keep thrusting, letting the sounds settle deep in my soul so I can treasure them later.

“When you’re up there,” I murmur against her ear, “think of me. Only of me.”

“Yes,” she whispers. No arguments whatsoever.

Her willingness to obey drives me over the edge. I ram into in her, desperate to give her as much pleasure as she can take.

It works, and Faye lets out a soul-splitting scream as she orgasms. I come in her, my body shaking as the pleasure overcomes me. Burying my face in her hair, I let my climax recede, along with whatever thoughts that have started to spring up about taking her again. She’s got to do her show now, and later tonight, I’ll have her to myself.

It’s just as I slip my briefs back on that I realize something.

It’s not only that I don’t care about being paraded as Faye’s boyfriend.

I actually like it.

Because as long as the whole world knows she’s mine, no one else can have her.

And Lord help me, that’s exactly what I want: to claim her all for myself, for as long as possible.

“Tell me you’re joking. I need to know you’re joking.”

I run my hand through my hair. Should have known this was a bad idea, but then I didn’t have anyone else to share this with.

“I’m not,” I say to my sister. It’s only three hours since I’d had mind blowing sex with Faye, and I’ve spent the whole time watching her give a performance of a lifetime while standing backstage with Brit.

I texted her the moment Faye got on stage. She was in the crowd somewhere, and I got one of Kevin’s staff to get her back here. All of his assistants and Faye’s stylists have been shooting me looks from incredulity to loathing for making Faye late for her show, but I barely notice.

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