Page 67 of Sinful Little Lies

It feels so good to be free.

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VERENA

Grimm is fully healed.He’s like fucking wolverine. I expected a gun shot wound to the shoulder would take a few months to heal, but within a week, he was back to throwing me around like the rag doll I love to be treated as.

Grimm moved in with me temporarily, for safety purposes.

Or at least that’s what we told everyone. “Grimm will stay here because I can cater to him easier if he’s with me physically.”

It wasn’t a total lie, but I need to be so fucking for real. I’m ecstatic that he’s here twenty four hours a day and seven days a week. Despite his injuries, we’ve had the best times.

Sex, snacks, and smoke sessions have become a daily routine and I never want it to end. My gym membership hates me, I haven’t been since before I baked Leo into a pasta dish. It was his membership and he required me to go every single day. On the days I didn’t have class, twice a day was the stipulation.

But in these last few months, I’ve gained a few pounds and I have never loved my body more. My muscles haven’t lost any definition, though. Grimm and I work out together plenty.

We just finished a quick and steamy workout a few hours ago and Grimm drifted off to sleep peacefully, but I have beenup rubbing my thighs together, desperate for any amount of friction. Grimm has shown me a love like no other and my body reacts to it physically. All. The. Time. My pussy is trained to drip when he looks at me, touches me, speaks to me, or breathes around me.

I’m not complaining. I love it. I love him.

Our public displays of affection have grown more common over the last few weeks and I feel like I’m stepping into the skin of the woman I was meant to be.

Confident.

Loved.

Valued.

Happy.

Although it was far from ideal, I wouldn’t change my past for the world. What was meant to be, will be and I take pride in knowing that everything that comes to be in my life will be because if there’s no rain, there won’t be any flowers.

I tossand turn in the bed, unable to relax my mind that’s currently swirling of thoughts about Grimm on top of me and pounding me into oblivion. I look over at him and he snores peacefully, his angled features look rather angelic when he’s not on edge or constantly protecting me.

Reaching over, I softly swipe my hand across his chest. He stirs in his sleep, but ultimately grabs onto my thigh and drags me closer into him. My hand travels down his chest and over his stomach, to the bulge underneath the blanket.

His length in my hands send electric currents straight to my core. It awakens a primitive vixen within me that I can’t explain nor control. When she’s hungry, there’s no stopping her.

I begin stroking Grimm’s cock, the feel of his girth already causes my pussy to clench. I continue stroking as I whisper into his ear, “Wake up. Your lady needs to take what belongs to her.”

Grimm mumbles and rubs his eyes, then squints before whispering, “Take me, I’m yours. And I’m so fucking thick for you, too.”

His words cause my heart rate to accelerate as I press my lips into his neck, slowly descending to his collar bone and then to his chest. I find his nipple and swirl my tongue around his bud. He cups the back of my head gently and moans for me as I suck and pull on his nipple.

Continuing my descension, I stop along the way careful to leave hickeys for him to remember me by.I love decorating my man.

I lower myself until I’m eye level with the tip of his penis. I flick my tongue across the crown, collecting the beads of precum that have formed. Grimm groans and his dick twitches against my tongue, his veins rubbing against my muscle, eliciting another moan from him.

Once he gains his composure, Grimm also gains control. He presses me down on my back and flip onto his side so he’s facing me. My head lays against one hand while the other snakes its way into the apex of my thighs. His finger swirl around in my wetness, coating them completely, before bringing them to his mouth and sucking them clean.

“The sweetest fucking ambrosia. I cracked the code.” He says with a sly, sleepy grin. His raspy voice already has me teetering on the edge of my orgasm, but my gosh, that smile and those dimples set off a reaction in me like no other.

Grimm slips his finger back in between my legs and inserts two fingers into my pussy. He torturously slides them in and out with the pace of a snail, building up the anticipation in my body.

He slips his hand out from behind my head and shifts his weight so he’s on top of me. His free hand transforms into a hand necklace decorating my décolletage. The other hand leaves my pussy and focuses on my clit, continuing to swirl his fingers in slow, soft circles. I’m so deep into the moment, that the rasp of his voice catches me off guard, “You want it? Then fucking take it.”

Grimm thrusts inside of me until he’s fully seated. He picks up the swirling motion to match the rhythm of his strokes and with every motion of his hips, I climb higher and higher to that feeling of pure ecstasy.

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