Page 30 of Krampus Kruk
“You’re perfect to me.”
“Yeah. Sure.” She rolls her eyes.
“You are.” I chuckle, thinking back to the bar. “And if your perfect pussy wants me to join you for dinner, tell me when.”
She swats my chest, and then loneliness sets back in, thinking about her leaving. I pull her by the back of the neck into me for a long kiss. She rocks back and forth in my lap as we kiss, grinding on me.
“Keep convincing me,” she whispers then kisses my neck. “I want more.”
There’s mortality again. I cannot go again so soon. Being old fucking sucks.
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I’m chasing the next orgasm, the next hit, because it’s so fucking good.Toogood. Straddling this man, tasting cigarettes on our tongues, still full of his cum—we can’t stop now. We need to fuck until we pass out, take every second we can before reality crashes back in.
Why the fuck am I saying we?Youneed these things. Who cares about him?
I’m starting to.
“Baby girl,” he says softly, breaking our kiss.
I pull back, surprised by the shift in his tone. There’s something there I haven’t heard tonight—vulnerability maybe?
Can he not get hard?That shouldn’t make me smirk, but it does.
“Have I worn you out, old man?” I tease, slowly circling my hips over his soft cock. A flicker of a challenge rises in his eyes, but the edge of a grin tugs at his mouth.
His comeback is a grumble, and that just eggs me on.
“I mean, it’s kind of sad,” I say with a pout. I don’t care if he smacks my ass for this. I can’t hold back another taunt. “I might have to start touching myself if it takes any longer.”
His eyes narrow as he shakes his head. “You’re begging for a punishment.”
I shrug. “It’s too bad. You’ll have to listen to my shit until you can go again.”
His hands tightly bracket my thighs. The way he’s looking at me—like he’s already fantasizing about shutting me up—sends a wave of heat through my body.
“I’ve been wanting to fuck your bratty ass since the second I laid eyes on you. That’s happening when I recover.”
“Ifyou recover.”
He shakes his head, the smirk gone, replaced by something darker. “Keep running your mouth, and you won’t be able to sit tomorrow.”
My heart rate spikes.Why am I so dead set on fucking around and finding out?
“Don’t you have a pill or something?” I ask, unable to control my bratty expression.
His lids flick closed as he groans. “I don’t fuck with that shit.”
“This might be a use case,” I whisper.
He moves fast. One hand wraps around the back of my neck, the other curling around my jaw. “You’re going to regret taunting me.”
“Only if you can get hard,” I breathe as my heart nearly beats out of my chest. “And I think you’re spent.”
He squeezes at my throat—just enough to make my breath hitch. “I’m not using lube if you don’t shut your fucking mouth right now, brat.”
My chest heaves. I should probably stop, but I won’t. If you’re going to be stupid, then you have to be tough. I can take it. I want him to do what he’s saying.
