Page 75 of Comforting the Grump

He instantly panicked, and I wished I had more of a poker face so I could’ve kept it up longer. “No! That’s not what I was trying to— You’re messing with me. That was a joke.”

I burst out in laughter. “Of course it was.”

“You had me worried there for a moment.”

I changed position, straddling him and moving until his hardening cock was right under my ass. Keeping eye contact, I pressed down on him. “But you’d still like me to pay you back in sex, I assume?”

He opened his mouth, then closed it again, considering. “That’s one of those questions that doesn’t have a correct answer. I’m fucked either way.”

I leaned forward until my mouth was right near his ear. “Mmm, wrong. If you play your cards right, I’m the one who gets fucked…”

Don’t ever let it be said that Marnin Rosser couldn’t take a hint. It took him all but five seconds to stand, yank my pantsdown, lower his own, and sit again. Before I realized it, he had two fingers coated with lube—where had that magically come from?—and was pressing inside me.

I welcomed the burn, the exquisite sting radiating outward until every cell in my body had come alive. He forgot all about finesse and prepped me with brutal efficiency, then wiped his hands on the tablecloth—ew, we would so have a conversation about that later on—and put his hands on my hips.

I helped him raise me, then lowered myself on his cock, which was gloriously hard. It speared inside me, staking its claim with insistence until he was buried to the hilt, his pubic hair scratching my tender skin.

“Ride me,” he said hoarsely. “See me, take your pleasure from me.”

I didn’t need to be told twice. I sank down on him until our pelvises were flush, every inch of muscle and sinew pulsing with power and readiness. ““You feel so good inside me,” I whispered, rolling my hips in a circular motion that had his eyes darkening.

With a slow, sensual gyration of my hips, I started moving up and down on his cock. He filled me completely, every thrust sending pleasurable shocks throughout my entire body. A slight shift in the angle, and oh god, yes… He hit my spot perfectly.

His eyes followed every movement, every sway of my body. His breathing quickened, and he pulled me closer to him with every thrust until all I could see was his face, his lips parted as he panted, his eyes the deepest brown. The intensity of it all made me feel like I was the only person who ever existed.

He groaned, his hands digging into my hips as though he wanted to pull me even closer. “You’re gonna be the death of me, you know that?”

“But what a way to go…”

The next time I sank down on him, he thrust upward, and the breath whooshed right out of my lungs. I savored each strokeof his cock, so hard, so warm, so perfectly filling me. My body was tingling in anticipation, my orgasm building rapidly. But it wasn’t enough. I could only do so much, and my muscles were getting tired.

“Marnin,” I moaned, “I need it harder. Please…”

He picked me up and placed me on the dining room table on my back, then yanked me forward until my ass was hanging over the edge, my legs spread wide open for him. He surged inside me, immediately picking up speed until he was slamming into me with a brutally exquisite intensity and pace.

His cock pistoned in and out of me, each thrust harder than the last. The table shook and creaked under the force of his movements, but I couldn’t have cared less if it collapsed right then and there. All that mattered was the coil of pleasure winding tighter and tighter inside me with every slap of his hips against mine.

“Touch yourself,” Marnin growled, his eyes dark and wild as he gazed down at where we were joined. “Let me see you come on my cock.”

I wrapped my hand around my cock, fisting it tightly. Usually, I preferred to come hands-free, but this time, an almost desperate need to come had me jacking myself off hard and fast. My other hand gripped the table’s edge, white-knuckled, as if that could ground me against the onslaught of sensation.

“That’s it, sunshine. Just like that. You’re so fucking gorgeous, so perfect. I can’t get enough of you.”

His filthy words spurred me on, and I increased my rhythm. My head thrashed on the table, my back arching as I chased my release. When it came, it barreled into me like a tornado, my entire body seizing up as wave after wave of ecstasy crashed over me. Every muscle contracted and shook, and I cried out Marnin’s name, my release spurting over my fist and onto mystomach. My hole clenched around him rhythmically, milking his cock.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Marnin chanted, his thrusts becoming erratic. With a final, brutal snap of his hips, he buried himself deep inside me and stilled, a guttural groan escaping his lips as he spilled his seed into my body.

For long moments, the only sound in the room was our heavy breathing as we tried to catch our breaths. Marnin collapsed forward, barely catching himself on his elbows to avoid crushing me. His forehead rested against mine, his eyes closed as he savored the aftershocks.

When he finally pulled out and helped me sit up, I couldn’t contain the satisfied grin stretching my lips. “That was amazing.”

“Not half as amazing as my view right now. Look at that dirty little hole of yours, leaking my cum…”

I pulled my legs up and spread my knees wide. Not the most comfortable position, but totally worth it as Marnin’s eyes instantly darkened with lust. “Wanna see if you can fuck it out of me?” I whispered. “And maybe put another load in there?”

“Fuck yes.”

Before I knew what was happening, he lifted me off the table and threw me over his shoulder. “Marnin!”

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