Page 47 of The Fangirl and the Grump

I have the urge to push him away, my over-sensitized bits begging for a break. But that feeling quickly passes as another orgasm starts to build inside me.

Yes.Already.

I can’t fucking believe it, either, but this man and his magic mouth have me gasping for air as a ball of tension builds in my lower abdomen. My hips rock in time with his movements, his fingers stretching me deliciously with each pass. Then he curls his fingertips and hits a spot deep inside me that has my entire torso coming off the mattress with a shout.

“Oh, my fuck. Shit balls,” I gasp as I fall back, the waves of a second, stronger orgasm wreaking havoc through my body.

Did he just…

Yes.Fuck. Trace found my G-spot, that mystical, mysterious sexual holy grail I was certain I didn’t possess. Lord knows, no one’s ever had any luck finding it before now.

Yetanotherfirst.

How am I supposed to abide by the rules and not fall in love with this man? I already love his tongue and his fingers. It wouldn’t be a huge leap to fall for the rest of him.

Shaking my head to clear the errant thoughts, I open my eyes as Trace’s weight lifts from the bed. Lifting my head, I see him staring down at my pleasure pouch…

Ew. Where did that come from? No.

…at my lady parts with a pleased smile on his face. His hand is wrapped around his cock again, and my mouth waters as he strokes it slowly. I can practicallyseehim adding this moment to his own fantasy files, and fuck if that isn’t hotter than hell.

I watch him move around to the side of the bed, his eyes on me the entire time, before he leans over to yank open his night stand drawer. Dipping his hand inside, he pulls out a condom and jiggles it.

“Do you think you’re ready to try now?” he asks as he moves back to the end of the bed.

Licking my lips, I keep my gaze rooted to his oversized appendage as I nod. “Yes. I think I am.”

“Good,” he says, and my heart flutters in my chest at the implied “girl” in the statement.

I feel like he wanted to say it, but for some reason, felt the need not to. Like it might accentuate our age difference and that would somehow ruin the mood.

Hint: It wouldn’t.

Not for me, at least. But maybe he has some kind of mental block when it comes to how much younger I am than him.

As I watch him rip open the condom wrapper with his teeth, pluck the latex ring out, and slowly roll it over his erection, I decide to let the matter go. For now. But we will be discussing it later.

Because, fuck, Ireallywant to be his good girl.

Kink, unlocked.

Then, he’s climbing over me and all thoughts flee, leaving me addled and excited. Trace was right. Those two unprecedented, glorious orgasms left me relaxed and ready, and I’m anxious to see how andifhe can actually make that behemoth of a cock fit inside me.

Because if two fingers made me feel deliciously stretched and full, his cock should––

His mouth seals over mine, cutting off all thoughts as his tongue pushes between my lips. I can taste traces of myself on him, but his hand covering my breast and kneading it has my mind going blank again before I can decide how I feel about that fact. His fingers pluck at my nipple, sending electricity streaking toward my core.

My legs spread wider to accommodate his hips as Trace nestles between my thighs. That anaconda between his legs presses against my entrance, and the tip slides in easily. A shudder races through Trace’s body, and he breaks off our kiss to drop his face to the crook between my neck and shoulder. He’s panting, hard, like it’s taking every ounce of his strength to go slow and not just drive his cock home in one violent thrust.

Trace’s fierce consideration lights some spark inside me. This isn’t just about me. I want him to enjoy it, too, not spend the whole time worrying because of my mini freak-out when I first laid eyes on his giant erection.

I’ll be fine.

No one’s ever died from being impaled on a mega-cock, have they?

And if they have…what a way to go. Am I right?

Decision made, I tilt my hips upward to drive him a little deeper.

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