Page 89 of Resisting the Grump

My eyelids felt heavy, but my hips were light in his capable hands.

“How’s that,” he asked, watching the way my tits bounced every time he rocked against me.

“Heavenly,” I admitted.

He sped up then and grabbed the front of my legs, fucking me faster until the room was filled with the slapping sound of his skin against mine.

Then he stopped without warning and pulled out of me so slow I could feel the void he left. “Turn around for me.”

I sat up and pulled the negligee off over my head before rising onto all fours.

He smoothed his hands over my ass like he was sculpting my flesh, and I looked over my shoulder at him, wondering what he was waiting for.

“It’s criminal,” he said. “How beautiful your body is. You should be in a goddamn museum.”

“I’m too young to be in a museu—” I stopped talking when I felt the tip of his dick tracing my slit. “I swear you live to tease me.”

“Is it that obvious?” he asked, his deep voice filling the darkness around us.

“Yes,” I said, backing my hips towards him.

“You’re begging.”

“Is it that obvious?”

He stretched me open and sank inside me.

“Fuuuuuck,” I breathed, my whole body concentrating around him.

He slapped my ass, causing me to clench around him even tighter, and I savored the way it stung.

“I deserved that,” I said, my mouth falling open as my eyes fell closed.

“You deserve it all,” he said, grabbing my hips and pulling himself deeper inside me once, twice. Then he tapped the side of my thigh, signaling for me to bring my knees closer together.

I did as he asked, but it was almost too intense. It made him feel even bigger, made me feel even fuller. And then he started thrusting faster.

A guttural yelp escaped my throat, and he pulled my hair, his other hand reaching around to squeeze my breasts. It was as much punishment as possession, but I loved it. The way he took me. The way he tempted me. The way he somehow knew exactly how to bring me to the brink without breaking me.

Then his pace eased again, and I realized he was in no hurry either. He’d genuinely missed me. All of me. At every angle. I was flattered. And burning up. And if things continued this way, probably never going to walk again.

He let go of me and smacked my ass harder than before. It startled me. Both the suddenness of it and how much I didn’t hate the way it stung.

“Crawl towards those pillows, beautiful.”

I barely had any strength left in my legs, but I felt energized by the knowledge that his eyes were feasting on me. It was such a thrill. Being with a guy who made me feel devoured instead of drained. I turned around when I got to the pillows.

“How are you?” he asked, setting a knee on the bed and crawling towards me.

“Better when you’re inside me.”

He laughed, and the deep sound filled the room. “Don’t worry. I’m not done with you.” He crawled over me, his abs rippling with his breath as he reached down and guided himself to my pussy again.

I stared up at him, my anticipation building before he let his thick length force the breath from my lungs.

My whole body exhaled. “That’s better.”

He leaned down to whisper against my ear. “There’s nowhere I’d rather be.”

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