Page 35 of The Pucking Grump

The world spins around us. I close my eyes, feeling heady, my knees weakening. Faye’s soft lips are wrapped around my dick, and I feel her tongue prodding the skin at the tip of it, licking at it teasingly.

Somewhat taken by surprise, I yield faster than I would have believed was possible. My hands find the top of her wet head, and I inflict some pressure, guiding her.

But I come to learn fast enough that Faye needs no guidance. Even before I can direct her to, she opens her mouth wider, wanting to take in all of me. She hesitates for a second, no doubt unsure whether it’s going to fit.

“Come on, baby.” It’s a damn miracle I’m able to talk, but I need to see her filled to the hilt. “You can do it. I want to be all the way in.” Increasing the pressure on her head, I push even further. She surrenders, her mouth widening even more, and the last inches slide down her pretty little throat. She starts to gag.

“Fuck,” I hear myself groan, damn near breathless with pleasure. “You like that, don’t you?”

Faye looks up at me, excitement dancing in her eyes. She gives a single, sharp nod of her head. Her agreeing with me for what might be the first time only serves to deepen my pleasure, and I know I’m not far from exploding.

Faye seems to notice that too. She works feverishly, sucking hard and swishing her tongue over the top of my dick so quickly my knees start to quake. I place my hand on her head, only seconds away from coming, eager to see her swallow.

But just as I’m about to spill in her mouth, she pulls away, and plunges back into the water.

“What the . . .?”

Faye is moving across the lake at lighting speed. It occurs to me then that I’ve never seen her swim. She’s good, gliding elegantly in the water like a mermaid. In a few seconds, she’s across the narrow lake and climbing out on the other bank. She sits with her legs crossed and dangling in the water, a satisfied smirk on her face.

It takes me a moment to realize what she just did.

Revenge. Because just a few hours ago, I left her wanting more too.

Rage and amusement rise up inside me in equal measure. Here I am, standing naked on the edge of the lake, about to burst, and this girl is teasing me.

My first instinct is to order her to come back, but I think better of it. Last night, I stopped pleasuring her because I needed her to admit she wants me. It’s the same play here. She’s not going to give in until I admit something . . . whatever it is that she wants to hear.

Faye is cupping her breasts now, stroking her nipples with her thumbs. Her head arches backward, a moan spilling from her lips.

Now she’s full-blown torturing me.

Ransacking my brain, I groan, trying to figure out what she wants me to say for her to come back here the fastest. I swear I’m going to explode into smithereens if I’m not deep inside her in the next few seconds. She stops playing with her breasts for a moment and looks at me, waiting for me to figure her out.

It hits me like a brick then.

For the past five days, all I’ve done is reaffirm that I’m not going to let myself have her. And now that I’ve finally given up that stupid plan, she wants to push me even further.

She wants me to claim her. To go over to her, forget all my reservations, and take her.

I dive into the lake. I’m not exactly sure if my hypothesis is right, but there’s nothing quite like testing it. A few seconds later, I’m emerging for air at the other bank, and when I look up, I see that Faye has moved away and is now standing even further down, close to the nest of trees that border my property.

The smile plastered on her face is teasing, challenging me. She actually means to make me work for this, to keep pursuing her.

I take one step toward her, and she backs away more.

A feral hunger seizes me. Yes, I adore her wild streak, but she’s going to pay for this.

I launch toward her, catching her. She gasps and tries to wiggle away, but she’s fully in my grasp. She’s not trying very hard to break away, and the moment her silken skin is up against mine, I know I’m not planning on letting her go.

“Thought you vowed you were never going to fuck me.” There’s laughter in her voice. She’s still wiggling, and my throbbing dick brushing up against her naked ass every time she moves isn’t exactly good for my logical reasoning.

“Well, now I’m going to do it.” I push her gently to her hands and knees, my entire body trembling with the need for release. Faye goes down obediently, like she’s been waiting a long time for me to order her to do this. Once she’s in position, I come up behind her.

I’ve thought about this moment many times. And in all my imaginings, I’ve assumed this would happen in bed, after I’d sucked her tits and eaten her out until she was delirious with ecstasy. Not once did I imagine fucking her outdoors. Nor that I’d be impatient enough to tear that suit off her before riding her.

But Faye’s little game changed everything.

Her round butt cheeks are staring up at me, begging me to touch them. Another thing I can’t bring myself to enjoy when I’m desperate to be in her. Sparing a finger so I can move aside the thin fabric clothing her pussy, I finally hold her in my gaze.

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