Page 75 of Resisting the Grump


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Before I could even fathom it, I cried out, letting my head fall into the curve of his neck while my leg remained up on the counter and his hand was still shoved under my panties.

“Look at how beautiful you are when you’re coming for me,” he rasped, increasing the speed of his fingers, milking my orgasm for all it was worth. The sound of my wetness echoed through the bathroom, and I kept my leg lifted unabashedly as he rubbed me.

Davis pressed a kiss to my shoulder and muttered, almost to himself, “That’s all for me.”

My chest heaved as I watched him stand there, pressing gentle kisses into my skin while he helped me lower my leg to the floor. His hands went to my hips to stabilize me, but he still didn’t move. I looked up into the mirror in time to see him smiling down at me, and it lit a blazing fire in my chest, a warning I should have heeded.

“I’ll get you a shirt, and some sweats.”

Instead, I followed him into the room and pulled on pieces of his clothing, as if each piece was a part of him that I could keep. And maybe I could… Just as soon as I told him the truth about our past.

* * *

I worea pair of black rubber boots that were too big for me, but it was perfectly themed with the flannel that swallowed me up, along with the sweats that were so long they had to be stuffed into the boots. I grabbed a bucket of feed and followed after Davis as he walked into the chicken coop. The birds all seemed to hum and cluck lowly as he filled their food bucket.

Wings fluttered as they all crowded the large round dish, and then we moved to fill up their water and replenish a secondary feeding spot for some of the other birds who hadn’t joined the others around the first feeding area.

“What’s in here?” I asked, as Davis set down his bucket and opened the door to a shed. He smiled at me and held it open, motioning me inside.

“This is where they lay the eggs; we just need to grab what’s here real quick while they’re distracted with their breakfast.”

The floor was covered in straw, the smell of feed and straw heavy in the air, but the space was warm. “This is cozy.”

He picked up a bowl and held it to his chest as he smiled at me. “You get to grab the eggs.”

Excited, I got to my knees and started looking inside each small cubby for eggs. Some still had hens inside, but they didn’t seem bothered by my checking for eggs. Grabbing three, I handed them up to Davis, and then moved to the next, and so on, until I’d grabbed them all. I was about to stand up when I looked up at Davis from my spot on the floor.

He watched me with a starved expression that I’d seen earlier when I was standing in his bathroom, and again last night as I crawled into his bed. I’d never been so insatiable for a man before, but I wanted Davis in ways that I’d never had anyone else.

So, feeling brave, I angled my body toward him and carefully placed my hands on his thighs, slowly moving up until I was at his zipper.

“What are you doing?” He swallowed thickly, setting the bowl of eggs down.

Standing tall on my knees, I unbuttoned his jeans, and slowly slid down the zipper.

“Wasn’t it painful for you not to fuck me this morning?” I asked, keeping my eyes on the dark material under his jeans, ignoring how much my face flushed at the dirty language. It would take some getting used to it, but something about Davis made me feel brazen.

He let out a shuddering breath. “Yes.”

“Didn’t you want to?” I gave him a sultry look, tipping my head back just the slightest bit, then used my fingers to pull the band of his boxers down, freeing his length.

God, he was massive.

Thick veins ran along the length of his heavy, sleek cock. The mushroom shaped head was already slightly weeping, and all I wanted to do was taste him.

“Of course I did,” he finally responded, his eyes blazing at the sight in front of him.

I gripped the base of his shaft and ran my hand up and down the full length of him, loving how hard he became under my touch.

“I haven’t stopped thinking about the last time I had you, how you filled my mouth, how you taught me to swallow so perfectly. Don’t you want to teach me how to take your cock again, like a good girl?”

Keeping my eyes on his, I wrapped my lips around him and moaned loudly.

“Fuck, Rae.” His hips jerked. “You want to learn how to take my cock again, learn how to fuck me with your mouth?”

I let him go with a pop. “Mmmmm, yes, please.” Keeping hold of him, I wet the tip and then ran my tongue down the length of him.

He hissed and groaned as his hips jutted forward, his fingers tangling in my hair as he pulled me closer.

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