Page 62 of Grim’s Angel

He lifts my thigh with his good arm and hooks it around his hip. My other foot remains on the floor while the wall supports my back.

The head of his cock presses against my entrance.

“Tell me if I hurt you.”

“You won’t.”

“Angel.”

“I will tell you.”

He pushes inside.

The thick head stretches me before the rest of him follows. My body opens around his cock until his hips meet mine.

I gasp against his mouth.

Grim stays buried, his forehead touching mine. His eyes hold mine as he withdraws and thrusts back inside.

The force drives me against the wall.

My arms circle his neck as he establishes a hard rhythm. His cock fills me with every stroke, dragging through my wet pussy and reaching deeper each time he lifts my thigh.

Pleasure gathers beneath the stretch.

“Harder.”

His hand tightens around my leg.

“The wall is going to leave marks.”

“I’ll survive the medical emergency.”

His mouth covers mine as he drives into me harder.

The brick scrapes my back. His hips strike mine. The wet sound of his cock moving inside me fills the office.

I tighten around him.

He groans into my mouth.

“Do that again.”

I clench my pussy around his next thrust.

Grim swears.

He pins me more firmly against the wall and changes the angle. The next stroke hits a place that makes my vision blur.

“There.”

He drives into it again.

My nails score his back.

His thumb finds my clit and circles it while his cock continues filling me. The pressure climbs until every muscle in my body draws tight.

“I love you,” he says.