Page 19 of Beauty and the Grump

“So beautiful,” I growled as my fingers traced over the lips of her pussy that were wet with her desire.

Her body trembled. “Claus, please,” she moaned as I grabbed her lush thighs and pulled her sweet pussy to my lips as I leaned down.

“Mine,” I growled as my tongue parted her moist lips, and her sweet taste hit my tongue. My tongue flicked her clit, and I felt a tremor rock throughout her body while her fingers delved into my hair, trying to hang on. “Spread your legs more, sweets.” I looked up, her golden brown eyes fogged with desire, staring back down at me.

Her legs dropped open, giving me more access to touch and taste. Her breathing became labored, almost panting, as I resumed my assault on her sweet clit. I nipped her clit between my teeth, then quickly soothed it by sucking it into my mouth. “Claus,” she moaned.

My fingers parted the lips of her pussy, and I quickly flicked her clit with my tongue. She panted softly; her legs tensed as I flicked her clit one last time, and she came all over my tongue, her pussy drenched with her desire. I climbed up her body, and as she buried her face in my neck and wrapped her arms around me. “What the hell did you just do to me?” she gasped.

“Gave you what you deserve, sweets.”

She hummed as her body came down from her climax and wrapped her arms even tighter around me. “This is all a dream I’m going to wake up from, and I’ll be in my bed alone. This is too good to be true.”

“It’s not a dream. Dreams don’t feel this fucking good,” I grunted.

“The only thing that would make this better would be if you didn’t have pants on.” She ground her pussy into my jeans-covered erection, driving me even more insane. “These need to come off,” she whispered into my ear.

I snaked my hand between us and yanked the zipper down. My need for Stevie multiplied times one hundred as her hand cupped my dick through my underwear.

I toed off my boots, kicked them off the bed, and pulled my pants and boxers off in one sweep. I wrapped Stevie in my arms and fell back on the bed.

Stevie leaned back, her hand grabbing my dick, and she stroked up and down. A drop of cum dripped down, and she smeared it over the tip with her thumb. “Just one taste,” she mumbled right before she shimmied down, and then her mouth surrounded my dick as she bobbed her head up and down while her tongue caressed every inch of my cock.

“Stevie,” I moaned as she gagged on my cock but didn’t back off. She grabbed her hair with one hand, holding it back while the other hand grabbed the base of my cock as her mouth continued to work me over. “God damn,” I growled when I felt the tip of my cock hit the back of her throat.

She hummed low, and the vibrations went straight to my cock, adding a whole new feel to the heaven she was giving me. I pumped my hips, itching for more, knowing she would give it to me. She gagged again, and I knew I couldn’t take anymore.

I grabbed her hair, prying her mouth off of my dick and hauled her up my body and slammed my lips down on her mouth. I delved my fingers into her hair, holding her right where I needed her. Her hand slid down between our bodies, and she grabbed my dick, stroking it as my tongue invaded her mouth.

She lifted her hips up, slowly sliding down onto my cock, her sweet warmth wrapping around me. I growled low when she was fully seated but didn’t move. “Claus,” she moaned, resting her forehead against me. “You’re mine now,” she whimpered as she slightly lifted off of me but slammed her pussy back down.

“I think that is my line, sweets.” I grabbed her hips, my hands relishing the feel of her soft skin beneath them, and lifted her up. “This is where we belong. This… this is mine.” I thrust my hips up, slamming into her wet pussy, and felt the walls grip my dick, and it took everything I had not to fill her up with my cum in that instant.

“Yes,” she screamed as I pounded into her over and over. Her panting and moaning mingled with my grunts and growling as I felt my release approach. I gathered her hair, fisting it in my hand, and pulled her head back, exposing the graceful arch of her neck. My lips went to her neck, sucking, tasting, and licking as she grasped my shoulders and her fingernails dug into my skin.

I flipped her over, my hips still pounding into her, and her arms wrapped around my back, pressing her body against my chest. “Please, please,” she chanted. “Make me yours, Claus.”

I leaned back, grabbed her knees, spread her legs apart, and watched as she grabbed her tits, pressing them together. “This is what you need, baby. This is what you deserve.” I thrust hard, reaching for everything her body was giving me.

She thrust her hips into me, taking everything I had and demanding more. “Claus,” she moaned as her orgasm crashed into her. Her body tensed around me, and her pussy milked my dick, coaxing me into joining her in ecstasy.

My hips thrust one last time into her, and she stole my breath as my cum poured into her. “Mine, all mine,” I vowed as I collapsed on top of her and buried my face into her neck.

She started giggling when we were both panting, trying to catch our breath.

“Sweets, what is so funny?”

“Why did you wait so long to tell me you wanted me? We could have been doing this for years,” she laughed.

I smiled and pressed a kiss to her neck. “I was too much of a chicken. Figured there had to be something out there better than me.”

“Well, you figured wrong, Claus. You were want I needed and wanted all along.”

I sighed and gripped her tightly as I rolled onto my back. “Can I just say, for the record, that you were a hell of a lot wilder than I thought you would be, sweets? Like, damn, we are going to have to do that exactly the same way again because it was so good.”

She laughed and laid her head on my shoulder. “Whatever you want, Claus. However, at some point, we will have to take a break and figure out what we will tell my brother when we pick them up from the airport tomorrow. I know you’re his best friend, but I’m not sure how he is going to react when he sees us together.”

I pressed a kiss to the top of her head. “I’m not worried about it at all, sweets.” I shouldn’t be, right?

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