Page 9 of Protected By the BRATVA Grump

"Hi," I whisper.

A smile tugs at the corner of his mouth. "Hi."

He shifts to my side and slides his arms underneath me, lifting me as he stands.

He carries me through the open door to my bedroom and lays me down gently before lying down beside me and pulling me into his chest.

"I should have done that months ago," he says into my hair.

Jasper’s fingers trace lazy patterns along my shoulder, and I know, with the kind of certainty that settles deep in your bones, that nothing about my life is going to be the same.

Jasper

It’s dark when I wake. The pitch black darkness that only happens in the very early hours of the morning. It doesn’t take me long to figure out what woke me.

Delilah’s mouth.

On my cock.

I reach for her shoulders, muttering something about how she doesn’t have to do that, but she doesn’t stop. I harden fully and instantly in her mouth, and she pulls back then, coughing a little.

"Sorry," I say.

"I thought you were already fully hard," she says, wrapping her hand around my shaft and squeezing as she strokes upward, teasing out a drop of precum. "I wanted to return the favour."

"It wasn’t a favor," I say. "Eating you out has been my fantasy since last July. It’s been hard to not jerk myself off every night at the thought of it. If anything, you allowing me to was the favor."

Her mouth is back on me, her tongue swirling around the head until I jerk in her mouth. "Sorry," I say, "it just feels so good when you do that."

She sucks hard, then releases my cock with a pop.

"Can I try to ride you?" she asks, like she needs permission.

"Only if I can watch."

She crawls back up the bed quickly, her hair brushing my face, then her full tits as she reaches over to the bedside lamp. I suck a nipple into my mouth as light fills the room.

Delilah wastes no time in ;ining me up with her entrance.

"Aren’t you still sore?" I ask. "You don’t need to do this tonight if you don’t want to."

"I’m not sore enough to outweigh the need," she replies, her bluntness surprising me a little. "And what if I don’t get another chance?"

I don’t ask her what she means, because she is already taking me in, moving from side to side to ease down onto me.

It takes a while, and she makes a few sounds that could be pleasure or pain, so I just hold still and let her do what she needs to do.

I take in the curve from her hips to her waist, the way her belly is rounded and hanging over an invisible crease as she leans forward, both hands on my chest, bracing herself, tits pressed together…

I’m going to die tonight and I’m going to die the happiest man in the world.

She begins to move, bracing her legs, her thick thighs tensing as she lifts herself up. I daren’t even look at where her pussy is swallowing my cock because I’ll bust my nut if I do. I need her to take what she needs. I need her so desperate to ride me that she never even thinks of riding another man for the rest of her life. Because, I’ve come to realize, I want to be that man.

"It’s too much, Jasper," she whispers. It’s almost a plea, but I’m not sure if it’s a plea to stop or a plea for more.

"Tell me what you need."

"I need to make you come, I need to know I can make you feel good." Her head is tipped back, the muscles in her neck and jaw are tight.