Page 55 of The Fangirl and the Grump

Trace’s hands grip my bare hips, lifting me against the boulder before slamming me down onto his cock. We both freeze, panting together as I adjust to his size, and he revels in the feel of me with no barrier between us.

“God damn,” he mutters, pressing his face against my neck. “You’re so warm and wet.”

“You make me that way,” I murmur back, then moan as he rolls his hips.

“You like that?” he asks, repeating the motion.

“I like everything you do,” I groan. “But I really love your cock.”

“Good,” he says, pulling his hips back, then slamming forward to fill me completely.

“Yes,” I breathe. “More.”

My legs are already tingling as my release builds inside me. I don’t know if it’s the taboo nature of fucking in a public area, the danger of getting caught, or just the skill of this man and his perfect cock, but I’m going to come fast and hard.

And I want Trace to come with me.

“Fuck me, Trace. Give me everything you’ve got, and fill me up with your come,” I whisper.

“Fuck,” he grunts, gathering me against him and rocking his hips in a steady motion. “You feel so good, baby. I could stay buried inside you forever.”

My heart thumps in my chest at that last word, but before I can decide if I’m feeling excitement or panic, Trace yanks down the top of my dress and seals his mouth over my breast. He sucks at it, hard, sending a shot of pure need to my core and every coherent thought right out of my head.

I try to hold off. I really do. But my orgasm is barreling through me before I can stop it, sending flashes of heat through every inch of my body as Trace pounds into me again and again.

“That’s it, baby,” he murmurs before licking at my nipple again. “Come for me like a good girl. Squeeze my cock with that perfect pussy.”

I pinch my lips to stifle my long moan as the world explodes, shattering me into a million pieces before putting me back together again. Through the fog of euphoria, I hear Trace grunt as he plunges deep and freezes. His cock jerks inside me, filling me with his release and setting off a chain of aftershocks that leave me weak with an urge to weep at the pure joy of it.

Holy shit.

I haven’t had sex without a condom since I was a stupid teenager who let her hormones overrule her brain. And it was not even close to this. Not by a longshot.

This was some kind of evangelical experience, and I know I will never forget it. Never.

And when Trace carries me through the woods to a secluded patch of shoreline, strips us both down, and pulls me into the water to gently clean me up, I thank God in heaven for the darkness of the new moon sky.

Because I do get weepy, a single tear trailing down my cheek.

This man. He’s…everything.

I need to be more careful, or I’m never going to be able to let him go.

ChapterTwenty-Four

MONDAY

Keegan: Willow just scared the shit out of some teenager by pretending to cast a hex on him and all his future generations.

WolfDaddy: Did he deserve it?

Keegan: He was messing with her crystals and making loud comments to his friends about how it was all bullshit.

WolfDaddy: So he deserved it.

Keegan: I guess so.

Keegan: Hey, did you know your sister has a potion that guarantees a more pleasurable sexual experience?

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