Page 106 of Broken Grump

My throat feels dry, and I can’t for the life of me string together a response. “Um.” That’s all I can get out before biting my lip and pushing my hair behind my ear.

Turns out, that’s more than enough in correspondence with the obvious brightening of my whole body.

“Come on,” he says, standing up and offering me his hand.

When I accept, he pulls me, although I already feel like I’m walking on air, out of the café and hurries me into the back of his large SUV.

I’m barely inside before he crawls on top of me. The feelings inside are animalistic, and while I would usually try to calm them down, I let them free. That means haphazardly ripping his tie and other clothes away, despite hearing the occasional ripping and tearing.

“It’s fine,” he comments along the way, kissing and biting at my neck as I continue.

Before I know it, I’m straddling his completely shirtless body in between my legs. My feet are tightly secured behind his muscular back. Soon, my hands find their way to his belt buckle.

“Wait,” he suddenly stops and pops his head up. “Not here.”

In a daze, I watch as he gets up, fumbles with his undershirt, slides it on, and then walks over to the driver’s side. Turning the key into the ignition, the engine starts, and we drive off. I’m stillsprawled out in the back seat, and I press my arms against the back of his seat and mine to raise myself up.

I am still fully clothed, so I’m not worried about any exposure in that regard. We pass some city streets before he turns onto a random road and then idles his vehicle into the lot of a clearly abandoned and dilapidated warehouse.

He quickly turns the car off again, opens the back door, rips his shirt off, and mounts me just like before. “No one will see us here,” he coos into my hair.

Now it’s my turn. I slide my jacket off before he sits up just enough to pull my V-neck undershirt off, exposing a lacey, black bralette.

He sets his eyes on it and paws at my breasts. “Oh, Addie. I’ve missed you.”

Breathlessly, I say, “I missed you too.”

His urgent but calculated touches make me dizzy, and I hardly even realize it when he expertly unhooks my undergarment and throws it towards the steering wheel.

From there, he takes his time to lick and suck each of my nipples. As he does this, I hold and caress his head.

When he’s ready, he undoes his belt, slides it off, unbuttons his pants, and pulls them and his underwear down just enough to expose himself.

Oh, yeah. Now I remember.His large member is just as intimidating as ever. But I resolve that I’m a big girl who can handle it.

He also reaches for something from behind his back, and I realize that it’s a condom.

Well, you sure were ready with that thing.I wonder if it was in his glove compartment or if he always just carries one in his pants.Who cares!None of that matters now.

He breaks a corner off with his teeth before discarding the outside packaging and then rolling it on.

“Ready?” he asks with a sharp nod.

I undo my pants like he did, but he helps me take them completely off, as I require more flexibility than he does.

“Yes,” I answer after being fully exposed.

Before he takes the plunge, however, he seems to pause and admire the view. “You’re so sexy, Addie.” Self-conscious of my breasts since they’ve certainly changed after breastfeeding, I go to hide them. But he stops me and pulls my arms back down at my sides. “No, I meant it. You’re beautiful. Even more so than the day I met you.”

In response, I grab hold of his strong shoulders and force his mouth to meet my skin.

“Do it,” I demand. “Do it now.”

He then uses his hand to angle himself just right, and then he slides in. With each millimeter, the pleasure grows deeper.

“You okay?” he whispers.

“Yes.” To emphasize how much I can handle, I slide my hands down toward his hips and push him in even farther.

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