Page 44 of Pucking the Grump

“I don’t know,” she says, her breath catching as her bra joins her t-shirt on the floor. “I like deep and fast sometimes.”

“I know you do.” I pull back to look at her, soaking in the sight of her perfect breasts with their dusting of freckles across the top. I adore every single one of those freckles, and I’ve never wanted anyone the way I want this woman.

“You’re staring,” she whispers, uncharacteristically shy.

“Can’t help it.” I cup one breast, running my thumb over her nipple, relishing the way her lashes flutter. “I’m a big fan of all your sexy parts.” I dip my head, taking one nipple into my mouth, circling it with my tongue until she gasps and her hands thread into my hair

I take my time, savoring every little sigh and the way she arches closer to my mouth, silently begging for more. When I finally drop to my knees in front of her, hooking my fingers into the waistband of those lacy black panties, the look she gives me—hungry, eager, wild—almost finishes me on the spot.

“I really love going over paperwork with you,” I murmur, pressing a kiss to the inside of her thigh as I drag the panties down her legs.

Her tongue sweeps across her lips. “Me, too.”

The first stroke of my tongue has her gripping the edge of the desk. The second and third have her trembling, her breath coming in stuttering gasps. By the fourth, she has a hand at the back of my head, dragging me closer.

“Yes, more,” she breathes, her voice barely audible. “Harder, and please, don’t stop.”

As if I would. As if I could tear myself away from her, from her sweet saltiness, her fire. I lose myself in pleasuring her, in the desperate sounds she makes as she gets closer to the edge. She’s clearly trying so hard to be quiet, but I catch every moan, every gasp.

When she comes, she clamps a hand over her mouth as she arches off the desk, drenching my tongue. I stay with her, gentling my pressure as she shudders through the aftershocks.

“You,” she pants as I press one last kiss to her inner thigh and rise to my feet. “You. Inside me. Now.” She reaches for my belt with shaking hands.

As soon as she’s pulled it through the buckle, I shove my jeans and boxers down around my knees, and then I’m back between her thighs, groaning as she wraps her legs tight around me. The feel of her slick, swollen pussy against my dick is enough to snap the last of my will to go slow.

I push forward, sinking into her in one slow, steady stroke that has us both gasping. The feel of her around me—tight, hot, perfect—is overwhelming.

I have to close my eyes for a moment, fighting to breathe and not to come.

Her thighs clamp around me like a vise, her nails digging into my shoulders as I bottom out inside her. My forehead presses against hers, both of us panting, sweat already beading at the base of my spine.

“Fuck, Remy,” I grit out, my hips twitching instinctively as I brace a hand on the desk beside her. “You destroy me. Every fucking time.”

Her answer is a sharp bite to my lower lip as her hips arch off the desk to take me deeper. The wood creaks beneath our combined weight, the groaning strangely loud in the quiet room. Her breath catches as a sound comes from outside, and we both freeze—her wide eyes locked on mine and my cock throbbing inside her.

Distant voices drift in from down the hall, muffled but close enough to make her tense.

“Really hard to stop right now,” I grit out.

“No, don’t stop,” she whispers, her voice frayed. “Just quiet. Maybe slower will help.”

Slower. Right.

I drag my mouth down her neck, tongue swirling as I pull out, then glide slowly, oh-so-slowly forward. She gasps and reaches around, digging her nails into my ass. Her heels leverage against the backs of my thighs, urging me deeper on my next thrust. I can feel the coil in my gut tightening, the pressure building too fast, but I clench my jaw and push it down.

I’m not even close to done with her, not until she comes for me again.

Her eyes squeeze shut, her brow knitting as she whimpers, “More. Need more. Need you hard, Stone.”

“Wall?” I pant.

“Yes,” she says, nodding fast.

I kiss her deep, our teeth pressing together through skin as I grip her bottom with both hands, lifting her into the air. Her arms wrap around my neck and her legs tighten around my hips, keeping my cock buried inside her as I stumble toward the wall. I don’t stop moving until her back hits the plaster.

The impact makes her gasp. Or maybe it’s the fact that I can push even deeper from this angle, so deep every inch of me is encased in her pulsing heat.

“Feel so good, Rem, so good,” I whisper as I pin her there, one hand gripping her ass, the other braced beside her head as I take her hard, just the way she asked.

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