Page 37 of The Grump's Assistant

Then I pull back, leaving her on the edge.

“Noooo!” she protests.

“You know I’ll always take care of you, love.”

I strip my clothes off in record time and lift her by her ass, pressing her into the wall while her legs go around my hips.

“Please, please let me come, I need to, need it so bad…”

I bend down and lick the slender column of her neck, nibbling just below her ear like I know she loves. I rock into her, sliding my thick, angry cock up and down her soaking wet slit, not pushing into her just yet.

Her legs shake as I push her toward the edge again, feeling her entire body go rigid in my arms. Again, I pull back.

Juniper practically screams in frustration, but then I slam my aching cock into her in one thrust and her cries turn into moans as she falls apart in my arms. I swallow her sounds as I kiss her, feeling her tight pussy pulse around my hard length.Her orgasm holds her body hostage as she writhes against the wall, rubbing herself on my dick, riding out her ecstasy.

When she relaxes into my body, I tighten my grip on her ass and slowly slide out of her only to pound back inside her warmth. The sounds we make are obscene, her juices leaking out all over my cock, dripping down her legs. I look down and see her pussy swallow me, still pulsing from her orgasm.

“Fuck, baby, look at us, look at how we fit together. It’s fucking perfect.”

God, I could watch this all day, watch her tight, hot cunt stretch over me.

Juniper rolls her hips and digs her fingernails into my shoulders, clearly getting as much satisfaction from watching us as I am.

“I’m so close… I… don’t stop…”

I rest my forehead on hers, sweat dripping down my face as I rut into her like a fucking animal.

“Yes, yes, yes…”

She comes again, sinking her teeth into my shoulder, her whole body squeezing around mine, her pussy sucking me in, her legs like a vise grip around my hips, her hands clawing at my back, trying to get closer to me, trying to fuse her being with mine.

“Jesus Christ, Juniper, Jesus fucking Christ, so goddamn good, so good, baby.”

I thrust into her two more times before erupting deep inside of her. My legs start shaking and I carefully guide us to the floor, a tangled heap of limbs. I roll on my back and pull Juniper with me, tucking her into my side.

“Are you okay, angel? I wasn’t gentle. I’ll have to be more careful with you now.”

“Don’t you dare!” She looks up at me with furrowed brows. “I’m perfect. I feel perfect. Like… like I’m home.”

I pull her closer, kissing her forehead.

“You are, love. You’re home.”

BONUS EPILOGUE: 10 YEARS LATER

JUNIPER

“Look, mommy! I made the rose all by myself!”

I put down the piping bag in my hand and focus on my daughter, Kaitlyn. She’s beaming with pride at the frosting rose on the cookie she’s decorating. “Honey, it’s beautiful!” I exclaim. My ten-year-old gives me the biggest grin. She just recently lost the last of her baby teeth and currently has a gap in her bottom jaw, which makes her all the more adorable.

“I want to try!” Diego, our six-year-old says from the other side of me. He doesn’t have the fine motor skills yet to do the more delicate frosting work, but damn if he doesn’t want to try every single time I have a cookie order. He currently has blue frosting on all ten of his fingers along with a glob of pink frosting smeared across his cheek.

“Why don’t you finish the cookie you’re working on and then we can practice, okay?”

Diego nods his head and dutifully returns to piling on copious amounts of frosting on the poor sugar cookie that is already crumbling under the weight. It’s becoming more of a frosting sculpture than a dessert, but as long as he’s having fun, that’s all that matters. His cookies have yet to make it into anactual order, not only because of the quality, but because my son has a sweet tooth and has to eat every cookie he decorates.

I started my own catering business five years ago, just a little while after Diego was born. I don’t have a storefront or anything, but I take orders for custom cakes, cookies, and all sorts of baked goods.

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