Page 59 of Sinful Little Lies

Crawling across my bed, I pluck a preroll from my nightstand and spark it. Grimm undresses and only once he’s fully naked, does he come over to take a hit.

“I’ll hold this. You get naked.” He orders. His voice sends shivers down my spine, causes every goosebump to raise along my body, and did I mention the absolute waterfall that he created between my thighs?

I sit on my heels and lift my shirt. Unclasping my bra, I let my heavy breasts fall out of the fabric. My nipples protrude, anxious to feel his hands caress my skin.

“Mm, you look so fucking perfect. I’ve been thinking about diving in between those thighs all goddamn day. No meal beats you. I’d have you for breakfast, lunch, and dinner if I could.” He rumbles, as I flip onto my back and shimmy out of my jeans and thong.

“Well that wouldn’t be sustainable, now would it?” I chuckle.

Grimm scoffs, “I’m positive it’s the most sustainable food option I’ve got. Everything else is chemicals balled up in bright packaging. I’d take you over that, any day, any time.”

I feel my cheeks redden at his words. He climbs into bed with me and we embrace under the sheets, passing the joint back and forth. We smoke it until it’s nothing but the filter and toss it into the ashtray on my nightstand.

The smell of smoke on his breath, mixed with his usual sandalwood scent sends a rush throughout my body. That usual heat forms at the apex of my thighs and as Grimm runs his hands along my skin, I can’t help but melt right into him. Being in his grasp is nothing short of lustful.

He tucks my hair behind my ear and cups my face, “You are everything I’ve ever wanted. I promise I’ll spend the rest of my life making sure you never forget that.”

And the basement is officially flooded.

I smile softly and place my hand on his cheek, “I love you. Let me show you just how much.”

Slipping underneath the blanket, I align myself with Grimm’s impossibly thick cock. It causes the blanket to tent and my mouth to water. I slide my tongue from the base of his shaft to his leaking crown. I want to trace every vein and commit its path to memory.

Grimm moans his approval, motivating me to continue on. I take him into my mouth, slowly coating all nine inches in my saliva. I bob my head along his shaft, pulling the sweetest whimpers from his lips.

I’ll never get over how he responds to me. I drip for him, but he melts for me.

Releasing him from my mouth with a pop, I crawl back up his body and straddle him. When we come face-to-face, he’s got one hand on the back of my neck pulling me into him, and another on my lower back holding me steady. We kiss passionately and there’s no rush for the actual act of sex. Grimm is the first man I’ve been with that has showed me sex isn’t only for his pleasure.

Yes, I’ve gotten myself off more than anyone else ever could. But that statement has officially been debunked, thanks to him. Every touch is filled with love, and the desire to not only make himself feel good, but me too.

I pull back from the kiss and reach a hand behind me to spread myself open. His cock slides right in and once I’m fully seated, we moan once more in unison. I rock back and forth against him, feeling every inch of him impale me. His hands grip onto my waist, most likely bruising the skin, but in the best way possible.

He guides my body against his and we move in unison. It’s a dance we’ve done before but leaves me in shock every time. His attention to my pleasure is breathtaking and only brings me to my release that much quicker.

His hand comes up my clit and his thumb makes smooth circles, steadily building my already growing orgasm. My heart rate picks up as I continue to rock against him. I grip his chest hairs and pull slightly, making him wince, but a groan follows and I know he’s floating in the same blissful paradise.

“Yes, baby. Show me who owns this cock. It’s got your name written all over it. Claim it, claim me. I want to be yours. I wantto be owned by you.” His words, though unexpected, send a rush of adrenaline through me and my orgasm crescendos, crashing against me like a tsunami. It comes without warning, and I feel my release spill out of me. My eyes flutter to a close as I pulse around his cock.

Grimm growls as he props me up, spreads my cheeks, and starts pounding into me from underneath. He pumps with such ferocity I feel my soul ascend to another dimension. His length penetrates me and just when he’s about to cum, I feel another rush of chills and my vision goes black.

We finish together, his release filling me up. Spent and sweaty, I remain seated on him and rest my head on his chest. His hand comes up to pet the crown of my head and I sink deeper into him, holding this perfect moment for as long as I can.

“You hungry? I can order us some food.” Grimm offers, his chest rising and falling at a steady pace as his heart rate slows.

I nod my head, eager to refuel and he punches in our usual order from my favorite Spanish restaurant. Standing, we walk into the bathroom to rinse off before the food arrives.

Back in my room,we’re dressed and setting up the bed for our family snuggle date.

“While we wait for the food, I have something for you.” I say, feeling the blush creep along my cheeks.Dammit, I know he’s mine but he still makes me so fucking nervous. That smile, those muscles, his third leg, those dimples, the rasp of his voice…once again, his dimples!

His eyebrow perks up, “I’m intrigued, do tell.”

Padding over to my desk, I open the first drawer and take out the small black box that holds the vial of blood on a chain. I bought a second necklace in case Grimm wanted to return the favor, but there’s no pressure. It’ll remain in the drawer until he’s ready.

Fuck, I hope it’s not too much.

I present the box to him and his eyes twinkle as he beams at the idea of me giving him anything. Placing the box in his hands, he opens it up and pulls the necklace from its enclosure. When the vial dangles just around his eye level, his pupils almost pop out of his skull.

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