Page 34 of The Grinch Who Stole Orcmas

“Joy,” he whispers against my lips, the word like thick honey. “I want to take my time with you.” There’s a gravity in his voice that makes my heart skip.

“Yes,” I reply, almost a whisper. I want this. I want him. And the way he’s looking at me, I can tell he’s ready to give me everything.

In a fluid motion, he rolls onto his back, drawing me over him so that I straddle his hips. I sink down onto him, our bodies aligning in perfect harmony. There’s a brief moment of hesitation to savor the anticipation—the thickness of him pressing against me, a delicious friction that leaves me breathless.

With a small shift and the slightest bit of pressure, I feel the head of his cock nudge against my entrance. My body buzzes with excitement as I try to adjust. “Are you ready?” he asks, concern mingling with lust in his eyes.

Am I ready? I’ll die if he’s not inside me before I breathe my next breath.

“Yes, Grum. Please.” My plea is raw and genuine, and I feel him respond to it, all the strength he possesses seeming to coil tightly within him.

“Good girl,” he praises, and that simple affirmation ignites something deep within me. With steady control, he guides me down, our bodies meeting as I sink onto him slowly. The stretch is a beautiful tension, a gradual filling that makes me moan softly, lost in the sensation as my eyes roll back in my head.

When our bodies are fully connected, our eyes lock, and I see the raw hunger within him mirrored in my own. “You feel incredible around me.” His voice is gravelly, as he adjusts to me. “So tight. Your warmth… every inch of you drives me wild.”

“Grum,” I manage to breathe out, feeling both powerful and treasured beneath his gaze. I rock my hips a little, craving more, the sensation settling deliciously deep in my belly.

“More,” he growls, and I can sense the primal energy that thrums beneath his skin, urging me to move.

Taking his cue, I ride him, slowly at first, feeling every inch and savoring his fullness. Each thrust, deep and deliberate, pulls soft gasps from both of us. I’m lost in the rhythm, the raw connection of our bodies igniting a fire within me that burns hotter with every delicious stroke.

“Just like that,” Grum urges, his hands gripping my hips, helping me keep my rhythm. “You’re perfect. So fucking perfect.”

We move together, building a rhythm that crescendos into something blissful and raw. I arch my back, pressing harder against him, my desire intensifying and spiraling. I’m close again.

“I love it when you move like that,” he growls, his breath hot against my ear, echoing my own rising pleasure. “I want to feel you come for me again.”

His words drive me closer to the edge, pleasure crackling like electricity through my veins. “Grum, I—”

“Let go for me, queen. Let me feel you.”

Those words allow me to surrender to the tsunami of desire. The pleasure spirals and glimmers until it bursts, enveloping us both in a storm of ecstasy. I can feel myself trembling around him, my spasming walls massaging him as my cries spill out, resonating within the charged air between us.

“Goddess!” he barks in ecstasy, his voice thick, and it’s all I need to let go completely. I shatter, the apex of pleasure crashing over me in breathtaking waves. My body trembles around Grum as I convulse with my release, the world narrowing to just the two of us—him filling me, completing me.

“Grum,” I cry out through teeth gritted in bliss.

“Fuck! Joy—” His voice is a growl, primal and raw, urging him on as he drives deeper, responding to the rhythm of my contractions. I can feel him, hard and thick, pulsing within me,every thrust sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through my body. “I’m close. I want to be inside you when I come.”

“Yes! Please, Grum! I want it—want you so much!” My desperation only fuels his desire, and he gives a fierce thrust that pushes me right back to the edge, drawing out whimpering cries that echo in the room.

“Good girl,” he murmurs, his praise sending another shiver coursing through me, filling me with heat and longing. He grips my hips with hard, powerful hands, guiding me as we race toward the finish line together.

With each stroke, he sinks deeper, punctuating it with a soft grunt. Tension coils tighter until it feels like it might burst. I can see the struggle on his face, that fine line between control and raw need, and it’s one of the most beautiful things I’ve ever witnessed.

“Joy,” he rumbles, his voice a low, thick whisper, and it sends a thrill down my spine. “I want to fill you… to claim you.”

“Yes!” I gasp, meeting his thrusts with my own, desperate to feel him release deep inside me.

With a deep growl that vibrates through his chest, he thrusts one last time, burying himself deep within me, and I can feel him pulsing as he spills into me, bathing my insides with his warm spend. My high-pitched cries of satisfaction mingle with his deep groans as he loses himself in the moment.

We hold each other tightly, both caught in the current of pleasure until it gently ebbs away, leaving us both breathless and intertwined. The world feels suspended in this pleasure-soaked silence, with nothing existing outside of us.

Grum’s arms wrap securely around me as I collapse against him, sharing whispers of panting breaths and soft giggles. The intimacy of the moment settles around us, and I can’t help but smile, feeling cherished and complete.

“Joy,” his voice is thick, filled with satisfaction and tenderness, “you’re incredible.” He tucks strands of hair behind my ear, his fingers brushing softly along my cheek, sending flutters through my chest.

I look into his amber eyes, now softened with affection, and my heart swells. “So are you,” I whisper, feeling a sense of euphoric connection that binds us deeper than I ever could have imagined.

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