Page 33 of The Grinch Who Stole Orcmas

As I drift momentarily in otherworldly bliss, Grum hovers over me, his eyes dark with a primal hunger that ignites a fresh wave of desire within me.

“That looked like sheer pleasure.” He uses that long, black tongue to lick my wetness from around his mouth. When I manage a slight nod, his lips twitch into a grin that reveals a hint of mischief and satisfaction.

“I want to find a thousand other ways to please you, Joy.”

A rush of excitement surges through me at the prospect of that promise. This male who is devoted to discovering every inch ofmy pleasure, is promising something that will last far into the future.

“Grum,” I murmur, wanting to connect again, to feel those strong arms wrapped around me, craving his weight against mine. Motioning for him to come closer, I beckon him with an inviting look, my heart racing again with anticipation.

He doesn’t hesitate. In a flash, he’s beside me, pulling me into his raw embrace. I revel in his solid presence, how his muscles mold against me as he cradles me close. Heat radiates off him, enveloping me like a cocoon, feeling so safe.

“Your turn, Joy,” he whispers, his gaze hungry yet playful, igniting a fire in my belly that refuses to be extinguished. It sends a jolt of confidence surging through me—I can take control, too.

I’ve wondered what his cock looks like, now I’m about to find out. I urge him to lie on his back, then I sink to my knees between his thighs as Grum watches me, his gaze intense.

I glance up at him, meeting his deep amber gaze filled with desire. Reaching out, my fingers brush against the taut muscles of his thighs, as I feel the heat emanating through the fabric of his jeans. His breath catches, and I can see the way his muscles tighten under my tentative touch.

I fumble with the button of his jeans as he watches me, a mix of lust and need flickering across his face. I manage to release it, and I tug down the zipper with slow deliberation, taking my time to savor the moment.

When his jeans fall open, revealing the impressive bulge beneath his underwear, a rush of desire washes over me. The primal urge to touch him grows stronger, and I brush against the outline of his hardness.

My finger instinctively finds the little wet spot on the fabric at his cockhead and I rub it, soft and gentle until he sucks in a breath and then growls. It’s an aggressive noise, but it doesn’t scare me, not with the look on his face that shows he’s in so much pleasure he might be drugged.

“Joy.” The way he says my name sends a delicious thrill racing through me. His voice is low and lust-thickened.

I slip my hand into his jeans and grip him. He’s warm and heavy, pulsing softly against my palm, and I find my breath catching in delight at the sensation. Grum’s breath hitches, his hips shifting toward me instinctively, urging me onward.

“God, you feel so good,” he rumbles, his voice cracked with arousal. “Just like that, Joy.”

With every word, he pushes me toward uncharted territory, and I’m eager to explore. I lower my lips to his waistband, pressing kisses along the line while my fingers caress and tease him, feeling his body heat flare. The soft fabric of his underwear clings to him, and I can’t resist leaning in closer to inhale his scent, a mix of pine and musk that practically intoxicates me.

As I linger at his waistband, his breath quickens. I can’t help but smile against his heated skin, savoring his reaction.

With a gentle tug, I pull down his waistband, just enough to free him. His cock springs up, thick and magnificent. It’s a darker green than the rest of his skin, and a pearly drop of pre-cum is beaded in his slit. I gasp quietly at the sheer size of him, my heart racing at the sight.

“Just like that. Ah, you’re so sexy.” His voice is low, gravelly, and the praise sends warmth flooding through every muscle, cell, and fiber of my body.

I wrap my fingers around his base, feeling the strength beneath the skin, and stroke his length slowly. There’s something undeniably intoxicating about the way he responds to my touch, his muscles tensing under my fingertips, his breath hitching again when I roll my palm over the sensitive crown.

“Good girl,” he murmurs, causing me to shiver. The words are a sweet affirmation, stoking my desire. The sound of his voice, laced with urgency, makes me determined to show him just how much I crave him.

I don’t want the thick denim in the way any longer, so I yank his remaining clothes down and off, then return to where I was. I lean closer, the warmth of his body enveloping me as I flick my tongue out, swirling it around the head of his cock. Grum’s sharp intake of breath at the sensation makes my heart flutter—he’s in ecstasy. Encouraged, I take him deeper into my mouth, letting the weight of him stretch my lips as I carefully work to find the rhythm that makes him moan.

“Mmm, that’s it,” he growls, his tone deepening with pleasure. I can feel his gaze on me, heavy and filled with lust, and it only spurs me on.

I focus on the sensations—the way his size fills me, the taste of him, the deep throaty groan that escapes his lips when I take him to the back of my throat. It’s a heady experience, a dance of give and take, and I relish every moment of it. My hands coordinate with my mouth, one wrapping around the base as I pump him in tandem with my rhythm, while my other hand cups his heavy balls.

“Goddess, Joy,” he gasps, the name rolling off his tongue like a secret, “Can’t get enough of you.”

His voice is thick with need, and I feel a surge of exhilaration at the sound. I pull back just far enough to look into his burning amber eyes, seeing the fire of desire consuming him.

“Grum,” I murmur, breathless but filled with a daring that wasn’t there before. “I want you inside me.” The raw urgency of my words hangs in the air; it’s electric.

He growls, low and primal, the sound reverberating deep in his chest. “I want to be inside you, too. But first, let me feel your skin against mine.”

With a sudden powerful movement, he pulls me up from my knees, lays me gently on my back, and covers my body with his. It’s an intoxicating weight, reassuring and possessive all at once. His heart pounds against my own, both of us connected in this moment of pure vulnerability.

Grum’s mouth finds mine again, kissing me with an urgency that makes my head spin. The taste reminds me his mouth was on my sex only moments ago. His hands glide down my sides, exploring every curve, memorizing me with his touch. The way he breathes me in while lost in the kiss sends sparks of heat cascading through me.

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