Page 11 of Worshipped by the BRATVA Grump

I’ve never done something like this before. It feels strangely intimate being buried inside her for no other reason than it feeling good for her. I wait for her breathing to even out before letting myself follow her into sleep.

It’s still dark out when my eyes open. For a second I wonder what woke me but then I realise it’s the movement beside me and how my rock-hard cock suddenly feels cold.

Daisy’s hands are pushing me onto my back, and a strip of pale light highlights a diagonal stripe down her body.

She takes my cock in both hands before sliding down it. She is still wet from earlier, from being filled with my cum and having my cock inside her while we slept.

“I need more,” she says, her pelvis snapping forward, taking me deeper.

“Take whatever you need,” I say, enjoying the way the strip of light captures the curve of her tits as they sway.

She picks up the rhythm, finding a position that she enjoys if the sounds she is making is anything to go by. I stay lying back, watching her chase her pleasure on my cock.

“I love making you come,” she says, panting. “I love knowing how good my pussy makes you feel.” Her words are breaking, with exertion or pleasure, I don’t know. What I do know is my balls are already tightening.

“It’s not just your pussy,” I say, bringing my hands to her hips. “It’s every part of you. You’re perfect for me.”

I pull my knees up now, trying to hold back from coming but I can already feel her pussy is trying to milk me.

“Fuck,” I grunt as my whole body tenses and releases, spasms rack through me as her tight cunt drains me again.

Her hands come to my chest as she cries out, her own pleasure making her rhythm falter as she comes apart on my cock.

She collapses forward over my chest while I’m still twitching the last drops of cum from my shaft.

“Can you go again?” she asks.

I laugh lightly before asking, “Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” she says, lifting up so she can look at me. The morning must have broken because the light in the room has taken on a gray-blue tinge. “It just feels so good to be with you.”

“Then be with me, all the time…”

She pulls back a little, searching my face. “What do you mean?”

“I mean everything. All the words…” When she doesn’t say anything, I go on. “Live with me, marry me, have kids with me, all of it. The whole future. All the words.”

She pulls off me with a wince, my cum leaking from her and making a small pool above my cock as she moves off me.

“We have great sex,” she says, pulling her bra on and then spinning around, looking for another item of clothing.

I sit up and watch as she dresses. “You’re scared again.”

She is jumping in her jeans as I say this, pulling them up a little further with each bounce. “What? I’m not scared.”

“You are,” I counter flatly as she does up her fly. “But surprisingly, not of me. You’re scared of commitment.”

She stops, one arm pushed into her sweater.

“I meant what I said last night. I want forever with you. You said you were scared I didn’t want you as much as you wanted me, did you just mean sexually?”

“What? No.” She pushes her hands through her hair and makes a dismissive sound.

“Oh my God, you did…” I don’t know why I find it so hilarious, but I begin to laugh. I can’t even stop to consider when the last time I laughed was. “You…” I throw the sheets back and stand up, though immediately double over with laughter. “You just want me to be a booty call.”

I manage to stop laughing for long enough to straighten up. “I never in a million years imagined I’d be a booty call.”

“That’s not what this is. And can you put some clothes on please?” Her eyes flicker over my body.