Page 32 of The Grinch Who Stole Orcmas

“Take off your bra.”

There’s a hard edge to his voice. That wasn’t a request. It was a command. I’ve never played power exchange games in bed before, but there’s something about the intensity of his carnelian gaze, the muscle pulsing in his jaw, and his order to undress that makes me want to do exactly as he says.

I’m usually desperately shy in bed, but his command frees me from those constraints. I not only unclasp my bra for him, but I take my time doing it, my gaze never leaving his. When the fabric whispers to the floor, he groans his appreciation.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, Joy.”

He eases closer and sucks one nipple into his mouth as he plucks the other. His touch ignites a wildfire beneath my skin and I gasp with the pleasure.

“You’re stunning,” he murmurs before trailing his lips to my collarbone, kissing along the sensitive skin and making me arch into him, aching for more.

The cool air meets my slick nipple, and I can’t help but shiver. He kisses his way down to my other pebbled tip and wraps his lips around it, igniting a spark that shoots straight to my core. I moan softly, overwhelmed by the sensations he’s stirring within me.

“Grum,” I gasp, my voice thick with longing as he works his way back up, once more capturing my lips with his. The kiss is a heady mix of passion and tenderness as his hands explore, tracing the curves of my body like a sculptor inspecting the beauty of his work.

“Tell me what you like, Joy,” he breathes against my ear, his voice a low rumble that sends mini-shocks from head to toe.

I guide his face to mine, secrets spilling into the space between us. “More,” I urge, my body arching instinctively against him. I guide his hand, encouraging him to explore further down, feeling the heat between my legs blossom under his touch.

Grum’s fingers find my waistband and deftly slip beneath, his touch sending jolts of electricity through my already ignited body. He hesitates for a moment, treating me like porcelain, searching for permission in my gaze. I nod, breathless, and his fingers dive deeper.

That’s when his mouth finds mine again, silencing any last remnants of doubt. My skin hums under his touch as he opensme up, teasing me with gentle strokes that quickly become firm, a rhythm that mirrors my pounding heart.

My back arches off the bed, helplessly trying to chase the pleasure he’s giving me. Each movement of his fingers sends ripples of ecstasy coursing through my body, making it clear I’m ready to shatter into a million pieces.

“Off!” It’s all I’m capable of saying. One syllable. But it gets my point across as he urgently undoes my button and zipper and yanks my pants and panties off with barely a break in the action.

Then he slides two fingers into me with a growl that resonates deep within him.

“So wet, Joy. So wet for me.” His tongue is thick, as though he’s dazed.

Although his cock is the main event I’ve been waiting for, the feel of him entering me, breaching me, pulls a gasp and an urgent moan from deep inside me. He picks up his pace, curling his fingers just right, igniting a fire in my core that makes me dizzy with want.

“My Joy likes this.”

He continues that come here motion as he bends to suck my clit into his mouth.

I make a sound between a yip and an enthralled groan as my torso lifts off the bed, then falls against it with all my weight.He’s working me as though he owns me. As though he’s studied a lifetime to learn just what I like.

He lifts his head to order, “Tell me what you want,” urgency thick in his voice. The way he stares at me, raw and vulnerable yet brimming with strength, makes me feel like I’m the only person in his world.

“I want… I want you to make me feel good,” I breathe the words, letting go of any lingering shyness. “Make me come. Please don’t stop.”

His lips curl into a satisfied smile as he leans back slightly, stilling his fingers for just a heartbeat. “Good girl.” The praise washes over me like a warm wave, igniting another shudder deep within my belly. He sucks my clit and the area around it into his talented mouth as his fingers resume their rhythm. It’s even more intense, his long strokes reaching deeper than before, sending me spiraling toward the edge.

I’m panting now, my heart racing as he watches me unravel, each soft gasp a testament to his skill. I reach out, clutching his shoulders, desperate to feel even more connected, needing to feel all of him against me, every inch of that hard, powerful body.

“Grum, I—”

I gasp as he curls his fingers again, hitting that sweet spot that leaves my mind blank with pleasure. My back arches involuntarily, and I’m suddenly on the precipice.

“I’m close,” I manage to groan, my body tensing and trembling, every nerve-ending alive as he deftly works me toward release.

The licks and flicks of his tongue pause long enough for him to order, “Let go for me, Joy. I’ve got you.” His voice is a seductive promise, his confidence decimating the last of my restraint.

“Yes,” I whimper, lost to the bliss his body promises. With a final thrust of his fingers and that wicked smirk still playing on his lips, I tumble into the abyss, my cries of ecstasy echoing in the air as pleasure washes over me like a tidal wave, leaving nothing but warmth and shocks in its wake.

His fingers and that amazing mouth don’t stop even when I’m quaking beneath him, drawing out every last pulse of delight from the climax, letting me ride the waves of sensation until I fall back, chest heaving and utterly spent.

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