Page 48 of The Fangirl and the Grump

“Keegan,” he grunts. “Don’t.”

Ignoring his command, I lift my feet and drive my heels into his ass cheeks, effectively opening myself to him even more as I apply pressure.

“You’re killing me,” he gasps as his cock slides in the tiniest bit further.

I’m not dead. And fuck, the way he’s stretching me feels like…like…like I just won the God damn super-cock lottery.

“Deeper, Trace,” I beg. “Please.”

“Keegan,” he sighs, bucking his hips to drive himself in another inch.

“More,” I breathe, lifting my own hips again.

He groans, backs halfway out, then slams forward, filling me completely in one forceful motion. I’m pretty sure I black out for a moment, then wake to Trace’s rough breaths tickling my ear.

“Jesus Christ, you’re so fucking tight, baby,” he grits out in a strangled, hoarse voice.

I try to say, “I like it when you call me baby,” but I’m pretty sure it comes out in some extra-terrestrial language. Or maybe Pig Latin.

Then he starts to move, and even the most bizarre and irrational thoughts flee my head. There’s nothing left but the feeling of Trace’s cock filling me again and again. He pushes up onto his forearms, and I can feel him hovering over me as he pumps faster.

“Open your eyes and look at me, Keegan.”

My eyes pop open without my permission, and the look of pride on his face makes me glad they did.

“That’s it, baby,” he says. “I want to see those beautiful blues while you come all over my cock.”

Like those dirty, dirty words slithered down and found my heretofore undiscovered G-spot all on their own, I squeal and buck as my inner walls squeeze and pulse around Trace’s cock. And just like he instructed, I keep my eyes open and locked on his.

He smiles, then tenses as his own orgasm rockets through him. His cock jerks inside me as he slams forward and freezes with a long, gravelly grunt. His head drops to my shoulder as he breathes through it, and I wrap my arms around him and hold him tightly against me.

“Oh, God,” I pant. “That was…you’re magnificent.”

“Right back at you, baby,” he huffs, turning his head to press his lips to my neck. “You’re stunning. Perfect in every way.”

ChapterTwenty

Trace

Idon’t do this.

When I do happen to surrender to the pleasures of the flesh, it’s outside of my hometown’s city limits. In a motel room, or sometimes, atherplace. Never mine.

And it’s done when it’s done. I quickly get the hell out before I’m coerced into some pillow talk with a side of post-coital snuggling.

But here I am, in my own bed with Keegan curled into my side, her hair tickling my chest as my fingers dance over the bare skin of her shoulder. She’d gotten up and attempted to get dressed while I was in the bathroom disposing of the condom, and I was the one who growled at her to get her ass back in bed, climbed in beside her, and pulled her against me.

I wasn’t ready for this night to end. I’mstillnot.

And I don’t know how I’m supposed to feel about that.

I’m certainly breaking the rules we set in the car on the way here. Holding her like this, refusing to even consider letting her go…it doesn’t feelcasual.

The thought vanishes from my mind as Keegan turns her head to press a light kiss to my chest. A shiver races through me at the gentle touch of her lips, sending the jolt straight to my cock. Flashes of the last hour scroll through my mind––her harsh breaths, the sexy sounds she made, the way her tight, slick pussy squeezed me with every single thrust.

My heart picks up its pace as my cock starts to swell, and I feel Keegan tense next to me. Without a word, she slides a palm down my abdomen, never pausing until she has a firm grip around the base of my rapidly growing erection.

I blow out a harsh breath as she loosens her fingers to stroke it. Up to the tip, light squeeze, then back down to the base before repeating the motion. I feel the urge to close my eyes, but I force them to remain open so I can watch the motion of her hand.

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