“No, you don’t.” Grim pins me to the mattress and there’s nothing I can do to get up, short of hurting him. “You asked, I answered.” Grim slides his hands under my arms until he’s leaning on his elbows, his face is next to mine. Thankfully, he’s not making me look at him. My breaths are coming out choppy, and it has nothing to do with his fat dick still lodged inside me—well, maybe it has just a little to do with his fat dick. I hate lying to myself.
“The sooner you accept it, the sooner I can let you come. Do you want me to make you come?” His words are a softly spoken promise, at such odds with the rigidity of his body, which is still crushing mine.
I lick my lips. I knew I shouldn’t have let him touch me. Stupid, greedy pussy. I could have grabbed Buzz and had some good one-on-one time with him.
Grim pulls almost all the way out of me and inches back in, as if he knows exactly what I’m thinking, and he’s reminding me that my vibrator can’t compare to his languid strokes. My head arches back on the pillow.
“Yes,” slips past my lips. It seems it’s not just my pussy that’s a traitor: my mouth is, too.
“Yes what, Omnia?” There’s that word again. It’s like he’s forcing it down my throat. “Yes, you want me to make you come? Yes, I was made to be inside you?”
I taste blood in my mouth from biting my tongue, but I still groan when he slides out of me and pushes back in.
“Yes to all of it, you motherfucker.” I feel Grim smile against my neck. It’s probably the kind of smile that would send children running for their parents and have fathers crossing the street. Yet, I feel another wave of heat blossoming in my lower stomach. Twisted bitch.
“I’m so glad you agree, Omnia. I’ve waited eons to feel this.” Grim slowly rocks his body into mine, but with a new force. His arms circle around me like he’s afraid to let go, and I melt against him, giving everything over to him. “I’ll never go another day without being inside you.” His words are muttered, almost like he’s making a promise to himself.
I shut off my thoughts and focus only on the pleasure spiraling low in my belly, at the heat and friction he’s creating by pumping in and out of me.
“You can come now, Omnia,” Grim growls harshly in my ear. My inner walls quake, but I fight not to follow his order.
“Fuck.” I slam my hand against the mattress and fist the sheet, but there’s nothing I can do to stop the torrent coming over me. A long, low moan steals its way up my throat and past my clenched teeth. My thighs are shaking uncontrollably as I let out a feral scream. My body bows off the bed, and I rake my nails down Grim’s back, pushing his ass so he’ll go even deeper, and I fucking come for him. The bastard.
His chest lifts as Grim throws his head back, letting out the sexiest fucking moan, calling my name as he does.
My body convulses, and so does my pussy when Grim nibbles my shoulder. “Asshole,” I breathe with no heat. Here I thought I was going to be the one to pull him undone, yet he just fucking topped me, and I loved every second.
I look up when I feel Grim lift my leg up. “What are you doing?” My throat is dry from all the panting. He pushes himself against me while holding my ankle in the air. He’s still hard inside of me. My brow furrows.
“I don’t want to crush you,” he offers, and slips my leg over him, then places it gently to the side with my other leg. Through the shifting, he slides out a little and grunts, shoving himself right back inside of me.
“Um…” I can’t think of the right words to say as he leans forward and pushes me over to my side, still mostly inside my pussy with his semihard cock.
Grim lets out a sigh. “What are you doing?” I ask again, as he nuzzles his face on my neck and shoulder.
“Big spoon,” he tells me, like it explains why he’s nesting in my pussy like a fucking bird.
“I mean, what is your dick doing?” I glance over at the mirror above my vanity, and my body looks dwarfed by his. Should have been watching that while he was fucking me.
His head lifts. “What do you mean?”
“You got off, right?”
Grim leans on his elbow and scowls down at me. I literally feel his muscles contract. “I did not get off.” He says it like getting off is a bad thing. He licks his lips and his eyes go down to my mouth. “I came inside you.” I lick my lips too, like some fucking Pavlovian response.
“Right, okay. So why are you still...?” I point down to our still-joined bodies.
“Oh, I like it here.” He settles himself behind me. “And I called big spoon.”
I snort at the absurdity. “You do realize that calling big spoon does not mean you get to have your dick swaddled in my pussy, right?”
Grim slides his palm over my face and uses his fingertips to gently close my eyes, whispering a low, “Shush, rest.”
“You want me to rest?” I chortle incredulously.
He responds by taking a deep breath and pulling my hips back into the crook of his body. This is foreign—I don’t even do the whole cuddle thing after sex. “This is ridiculous,” I scoff, not sure why it’s bothering me so badly, but I also don’t pull away from him either, so I must not hate it too much.
“Rest,” he murmurs softly.
