Page 66 of If You Give a Grump a Christmas Tree Farm
“Please,” I whisper, my breath sawing in and out. I arch up, and my thoughts scatter as he laps at my clit with long, slow licks. I glance down my body to see he’s watching me, hunger bright in his eyes.
After another orgasm, he hauls my limp body up onto my knees and positions me facing the headboard. His hands close over my wrists, and he places my palms on the wall. “Keep them there.”
His knees push mine apart, and his hands pull back on my hips, until my ass is tipped up for him.
I quiver, holding the position and waiting for what he’ll do next. The anticipation draws out my desire and I realize how desperately I need him to take me.
His warm palms run over my spine.
“You have the softest skin I’ve ever touched. Close your eyes, Rebecca.”
I drop my head, obeying him instantly and taking in the sensation of his calloused palms stroking over me. It’s exquisite and sends shivers over my skin. Eventually, those hands find their way to my breasts, and I moan when he plays with my tender nipples. He pinches them, and I arch.
“Stick that ass out.”
I comply, and his hands move over my ticklish ribs, the indent of my waist, my hips, and then two fingers slip into my pussy. I stutter in a ragged breath at the sudden quickness of the invasion.
“You know how wet you are?”
I feel his erection rest against my ass cheeks. He rubs the head through the wetness in little circles around the opening of my pussy. “I’m dying to drive into you, holding nothing back.”
I nod, my teeth dragging across my lower lip, already imagining him doing that.
“You want it rough?”
I nod again.
He smacks my ass cheek. “Stick that ass out like I like it.”
I instantly obey, arching my body, my muscles fully extended and my breasts swaying. One warm palm glides up and down my back.
“I love those little dimples at the base of your spine. So fucking sexy.”
Then, when I’m almost lulled by his words, he shoves deep in one powerful stroke. My body sways forward, my elbows bending and pressing against the wall.
He grips my hips and pulls me toward him, groaning in my ear as I envelope him to the root.
“Fuck, you’re like a silken fist.”
I don’t move, so lost in every sensation, every touch.
But he does, a few slow strokes at first, then faster, and it isn’t long before he’s hammering into me relentlessly, his hands tight on my hipbones, dragging me backward as he pumps into me. The sound of smacking flesh resounds through the silent room.
“You’re so damn tight. Squeezing me. Dripping all over me.”
My breathing is choppy, and I long to touch him.
My pussy squeezes him, making him fight to get deeper. It only drives him wild. “Fuck, baby doll. I’m gonna make sure you feel me every time you sit down tomorrow.”
I shudder in a breath and gasp as he wraps his hand around my throat, pulling me up until my back is pressed against his sweat-slick chest. He pants in my ear. “You like it wild. So do I. You’re fucking perfect for me.”
I turn my head and capture his mouth for a quick kiss, then pant, “Don’t stop. Oh, God.”
I feel his smile against my cheek, and his hand tightens ever-so slightly. Another flood of release flows over his dick.
He licks the side of my throat and drops his other hand to my pussy, his fingers rubbing circles around my clit until I’m bucking against him. He’ll have none of it, though, demanding control as he locks an arm around my ribs and tightens his hold to pin me to him.
“I’ll give you as many orgasms as you want, Becca, because you’re worth it, sweetheart,” he growls in my ear.
