Page 28 of Pucking the Grump

Another part of me is too worried that if I try to say any of that, I might start bawling. And I don’t want to cry.

I want to come, to make him come, to watch him shatter beneath me and know I’m the one who made this big, beautiful man lose control.

Instead of responding with words, I rock my hips, easing his cock out a few inches before sheathing him again. A beat later, his lashes flutter shut, sending regret flashing through my chest.

I don’t want to lose this connection, not yet, even if I am too much of a coward to say the hard things out loud.

There’s no way I can tell him that I think I’m falling in love with him, but I can whisper, “Open your eyes, Stone.”

The moment those baby blues are locked on me again, I start to move.

I ride him with all the urgency building in my chest, in my heart, my hips grinding in a near-frantic rhythm that makes my thighs burn and my breath come fast. He meets me thrust for thrust, pounding hard and deep, before gripping my ass and dragging me forward. The shift in our angle sends my clit dragging across his stomach with every rock of our hips, making me gasp.

My pleasure builds faster, hotter, until I’m slamming home with breathless little grunts that are half feral, but Stone doesn’t care.

“That’s it,” he grits out, bucking into me, making sure I get every inch. “Give me everything, Rem. Take everything. Show me how bad you need it, baby.”

He punctuates the order with a sharp smack on my ass, and I go fully wild. Soon, the room is filled with the sound of slick skin, breathless moans, and the rapid creaking of the mattress as I ride him like I will never know anything better than this.

And who knows?

Maybe I won’t…

It’s so good, so shameless, so hot that I can barely hear Stone over the blood rushing in my ears as he groans, “Fuck, Rem. I’m so close. Fuck, I’m sorry, but I told you, I?—”

“Two seconds,” I breathe, leaning forward to brace my hands on the mattress on either side of his face. Now my nipples graze his skin, too, the friction lighting the final fuse. “Almost there, I’m almost there.”

“Then let’s make it happen, beautiful,” he says, the words tight but determined. “I’ll wait for you. Fuck, I’ll wait, Remy. I’ll wait. Wait ‘til I—” He breaks off as I cry out, my body shuddering as the most intense orgasm of my life rocks my damned world. “Fuck, Rem. Oh, fuck, I can feel you, baby,” he groans, crushing me close. “I feel you coming so hard on my cock.”

I whimper as my body spasms around him, every muscle tight and trembling as the pleasure winds on and on.

“God, yes,” Stone growls, his hand clamping around the back of my neck as he thrusts up harder, faster. “Gonna come. Gonna come with you, in you. So deep in you, Rem.”

“Yes,” I gasp, still riding the aftershocks. “Come inside me. Come with me, Stone.”

He lets out a primal groan, his hips jerking as he loses control and his cock begins to pulse against my inner walls. I feel his come flooding into me, hot and thick, as he pulls me even closer, pinning my hips to his as he gives me every drop.

And it’s wicked and wonderful and so right, I can’t believe I ever thought I could walk away from this. From him.

From us…

Afterward, we lie sweat slick and panting, my head heavy on his shoulder.

For a long moment, neither of us speaks. We just breathe, basking in heat and pleasure and something much more profound than the usual afterglow.

Eventually, he strokes a hand down my spine. “Still alive up there?”

“Barely,” I mumble, my lips brushing his collarbone. “You ruined me, as promised.”

“Good.” His laugh is warm, satisfied. “I like to deliver on my promises.”

I shift, and he groans as I slide off of him, both of us wincing at the mess. I reach for the edge of the blanket to wipe up, but he beats me to it, grabbing a shirt off the floor and doing it himself with slow, tender strokes.

After a beat, I catch a glimpse of the busty Bushtit on the fabric and swat his arm. “Hey, that’s my shirt, mister.”

“Oh, no.” His jaw drops in mock horror before he shrugs. “Guess you’ll just have to borrow a clean one and walk around looking all sexy with my tee shirt barely covering your fine ass.” He flashes a shameless grin. “Oops.”

“Jerk,” I tease as he flops down beside me again.

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