Page 60 of Stuck with Mr. Grump

She mumbles something incoherent under her breath. Her fingers tighten as they rest in the back of my hair. I reach for the back of the bra, unclasping it, so that her bare tits are exposed in front of me. They look so soft and full, her pale pink nipples as hard as rocks.

I immediately drop my head down and suck her breast into my mouth, taking a long pull. Her chest arches into me.

“Oh, God,” she groans, her hand moving wildly over my chest.

“Let’s not bring God into it yet, angel. I haven’t even started,” I murmur around her tit.

I move to the other one, providing it with equal attention. Emilia’s a writhing mess and when I pull back to look at her, she paints a picture that gets me impossibly harder.

She’s the stuff of dreams. So incredibly beautiful.

“Tell me, angel. How wet are you right now?” I ask huskily.

“Why don’t you find out for yourself?” she retorts.

I chuckle. Fuck, I love that sass.

“You wish is my command,” I tell her.

She starts to breath even heavier as my fingers trail down to the top of her leggings. I skirt the edge for a moment before I reach further, brushing past the lacy material of her panties.Emilia gasps when I tease at her entrance, swirling my finger around the moisture gathered there.

“Fucking hell, angel,” I breathe.

“Don’t get cocky,” she mutters.

I smile. “Take it off,” I command, looking into her eyes.

“What?” she asks shakily.

“Your pants, sweetheart. Stand up and take them off.”

Her eyes narrow.

“Please,” I add.

She smiles before slowly rising to her feet, maintaining eye contact as she slowly slides down her leggings. She’s so fucking sexy.

“Those too,” I state, gesturing at her panties.

Most women would grow shy but Emilia has nothing but laudable confidence as she takes off every article of clothing on her body until she’s standing naked before me.

“Happy?”

“Very,” I drawl, lifting my hips to shuffle out of my pants as well and then my briefs, leaving us on even ground.

I grip my hard cock, stroking it once, twice. She watches intently, almost hungrily, the look in her eyes spurring me on even further. When she can’t take it anymore, she steps forward, her bare tits jiggling with the movement.

“Let me,” she murmurs, sitting in my lap.

She places a soft hand against my cock, giving it a slow drag with, her fingers. I palm her breast with a squeeze, pressing my lips to her shoulder.

“You’ve got all the power right now, angel,” I whisper against her skin. “What are you going to do about it?”

“I want to fuck you,” she states.

And I grin because those words are music to my ears. I slide one hand between her legs, a whisper of a moan sliding from herlips at the touch. My cock jolts in response. I’m desperate for a release but I want to drag this out, intensify the pleasure.

“I’ve thought about you like this,” I say softly, my fingers grazing her clit.

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