Page 49 of The Fangirl and the Grump

“Mm,” I hum, letting her know how good it feels without letting words shatter the moment.

As if that single sound gave her some kind of permission, she sits up, twists around, then leans over to lick the tip like an ice cream cone. My entire body shudders as I groan, and she does it again, this time starting at the base and licking a path upward before closing her lips over the tip and sucking it gently.

She pauses to take a breath, then closes her lips around me again, this time driving me deep into her mouth as her tongue laps at my shaft.

“God, that feels good,” I murmur, reaching out to touch the back of one creamy thigh.

My hand runs up and down her soft skin, curving around to the inside on the last pass. When my fingers find her slick and swollen, a growl rumbles in my chest. Keegan moans in response, the vibration of it against my cock driving me a little nuts.

Grabbing her hips with both hands, I yank her up and over me, settling her knees on either side of my head. Her mouth pops off my cock with a startled yelp, and she struggles to scoot off me.

“Trace. What…?”

I tighten my grip, refusing to let her budge even an inch as my tongue darts out to tease her delicious entrance. She shivers and moans, then tenses before trying to move off me again.

“Wait. Wait,” she says. “Won’t I suffocate you?”

In response, I pull her down until she’s fully seated on my face. My tongue drives into her, pumping and flicking against her inner walls. I hear her mumble a few breathy expletives, then she’s no longer fighting, but pushing down harder to drive my tongue deeper.

God damn, this is hot. I can breathe when I’m dead.

Keegan lifts slightly off me, but as I move to stop her again, I realize she’s not trying to escape. She’s leaning over to push my cock back into her hot, wet mouth. Her back bows as she shifts her position again, stabilizing herself as she drives me closer and closer to the back of her throat with each thrust.

Her new position moves her clit right over my mouth, and I don’t waste a second attacking that sensitive nub with my tongue. Swirl and flick, over and over in a steady rhythm…or as steady as I can manage while her sweet, sassy mouth is working me over.

My balls tighten when she pushes me deeper than ever before, her throat clenching around the tip as it hits her gag reflex. My first instinct is to protect her from the discomfort. To tell her not so deep.

But she repeats the motion, and my thoughts scatter. Using my grip on her hips, I pull her down and wrap my lips around her clit. Giving it a long, hard suck, I feel Keegan tense just before she moans around my cock. Her release soaks my face, making me a little crazy as my hips pump upward without my permission.

Keegan takes me without recoil, and my own release fills her mouth. She swallows rapidly, and the suction sends pleasure spiraling through my body and out to each of my extremities.

Fuck. Am I dead? Is this heaven? If it is, I’m ready, God.

Keegan releases my softening cock, then moves to climb off me. This time I let her, and she flips around to curl back into my side. We lay there for a while, silent save for our harsh breaths and pounding hearts.

“Are you okay?” I ask finally, worried that I somehow hurt her tender throat with that single brutal thrust.

“I’m perfect,” she whispers back, and I slide away from her a few inches so I can turn onto my side and face her.

“You’ve never done that before?” I ask, truly curious after her panic when I first pulled her over me.

She shakes her head. “No one has ever tried. Or forced the issue.”

She gives me a light smile to let me know she’s joking, but hearing her say it like that fills me with a moment of regret.

“I’m sorry about that,” I say quickly. “I felt how wet you were from sucking my cock, and it drove me a little crazy. I needed to taste you. To feel you come on my face.”

She presses a palm to my cheek. “Don’t be sorry. I’m not. It was just…surprising.”

“Surprising?”

She shakes her head again, then sighs. “I always assumed that would never happen for me because of my size.”

My head jerks back, and my brow draws down in confusion. “What do you mean, your size? I’m a big guy, and you weren’t too short to reach.”

“I wasn’t talking about my height,” she murmurs, and it finally dawns on me.

She thinks she’s too heavy. I force myself not to scoff at the ridiculousness of that thought process. Her feelings and fears are valid to her, but that doesn’t mean I can’t try to disabuse her of the notion.

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