Page 29 of The Pucking Grump

So, I settle for something in between. Making sure he’s still staring at me, I pop one of my fingers into my mouth and suck on it.

“Faye . . .”

I slip it down there. Just like that, the pleasure is back, and I moan, thrusting in and out, careful to keep my eyes on his. Blake’s face is brick red; he looks like he’s going to explode.

I never feel quite as sated when I pleasure myself, but this time is different. Blake watching me do this to myself makes all the difference. I can feel his stiff erection beneath my thigh as I continue to slip my finger in and out. Soon enough, I’m arching back again, seconds from a release.

Blake’s fingers close around my clitoris, squeezing as hard as he can without inflicting pain. My rhythm goes askew, and my fingers slip out of my vagina. The moment I lose control, Blake’s other hand holds on to both my arms, trapping them behind me so my breasts are curved toward him, my erect nipples clearly visible underneath my T-shirt. I try to fight him off, but it’s as successful as trying to push off a five-hundred-pound gorilla.

“Only I make you come, baby girl. Now tell me,” he says in a deadly whisper, “or I swear I’m going to delay your orgasm so much you’re going to be weeping, begging me to let you have it.”

My body is shivering, my every cell begging me to give in. I grunt as I try once more to break free, but Blake tightens his hold so it’s virtually impossible. Turning crazy with need, I push my lower body against him, wanting to brush my clit on his dick. But although the motion feels good, it’s nowhere near satisfying enough.

Blake doesn’t even try to fight me on that. He knows it as well as I do.

If I want to come, I’m going to have to depend on him. Even my fingers aren’t going to do the trick tonight, not when I have had him.

I ignore the heat climbing up my cheeks.

“Please,” I cry. This feels both humiliating and elating, being overpowered by a giant who’s intent on breaking me. Humiliating because I was stupid enough to believe I could beat him at his own game. Elating because this is the freest I have felt in almost a decade.

“I’m not asking you to beg . . . not yet anyway. You’re going to beg to suck my dick and beg to have me inside you, but what I need right now is your confession.”

I run my tongue across my lower lip. I’m literally tingly with need, imagining having to beg him for his cock.

“I wanted you,” I gasp.

“Not good enough.”

“I’ve been hoping you’d touch me for the past four days. And I got the bikini from a lady who stopped at the cabin a few days ago, selling scraps. I paid her with some money you left on the table. I thought you’d like it, and I wondered whether to wear it to bed. At the lake,” I gulp, unable to believe I’m sharing this, but also unable to stop, “I wanted you to come over and fuck me.”

His eyes are filling with hard gratification. “I can definitely help with that,” he growls, and slips three fingers in. I yell as he starts to pummel me, going so hard and so fast, I can barely believe he’s not fucking me for real. I curl into him, wanting nothing more than to stay in this moment forever.

But in a few seconds, he has pushed me off that cliff, and I’m screaming louder than ever as my orgasm hits me. It feels good, so good I’m surprised it doesn’t pop a blood vessel in my head and leave me for dead. I close my eyes and savor every bit of ecstasy I’m feeling right now. The knowledge that Blake and I are going to be around each other for the next few days makes me so heady I feel like I’m going to have another orgasm.

But just then, before I can even think of what next to do, something interrupts us.

The telephone rings and jars the stillness that settled after my orgasm.

I slip off Blake and reach for my pajamas as he saunters over. His shoulders are set in fury, and it’s obvious he’s going to tell whoever is on the other end of the line off so he can get back to me.

“Hello?” he snaps. A second later, his shoulders sag, and he turns back to me.

“What?” All my present thoughts, which include being eaten out by Blake while I suck his dick, vanish, replaced by the emotion I have tried hard to escape from the past few days.

Worry.

“It’s Kevin,” Blake says. “And he’s got bad news.”

10

FACING THE MUSIC

Ishould be the most disgruntled man on Earth right about now. Going from having this goddess in my arms to having to share her attention with an unpleasant phone call is sure to piss every man off.

But on the contrary, I’m somewhat relieved.

My reasons for not wanting to fuck Faye still stand. But while I was touching her on the chair, even more reasons popped up. For one, once we get a taste of each other, we are not going to stop. We are going to be doing it all day and all night long.

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