Page 111 of Grim

“You like being fucked like this,” he snarls, his hand wrapping in my hair to yank my head back just enough.

It’s not a question, but I answer anyway. “Yes,” I choke out, heat flooding every inch of my skin. “Yes, Kane—don’t stop—”

“Does this feel like stopping to you?”

He continues his wild thrusting as I moan out, “No. It feels like …” I run out of words as sensation takes over.

“Infinity,” he growls, slamming into me harder.

My legs are shaking. My lungs barely work. And still, I press back into him greedily.

I don’t care how dangerous this is. I cannot get enough of the way this delicious creature makes me feel.

With my hands gripping Rue’s middle ensuring her dress is high up her waist and her ass is framed perfectly for my viewing pleasure, I pound deep into her tight cunt. In a slow, easy rhythm, I pull my dick out to the tip, then push all the way back in. Out and in, out and in, with long, brutal thrusts. I marvel at the pressure from her iron grip on my dick.

“That’s it,” I growl through clenched teeth. “Take every inch of my big, thick cock.”

The view of me disappearing between the cheeks of her heart-shaped ass transcends art. The masters of Rococo wished they could have painted the purity of this pleasure.

“Parfait.”

“Incroyable.”

“Maison.”

I punctuate each word of praise with a pointed thrust, echoing my previous devotions to her pussy, but this time with more violence than reverence as I find an increasing tempo. Rue’s ass shakes slightly at each fullstab, and my balls make the most sinful sound each time they slap against her clit.

Another thrust—sharper this time. Her knees buckle slightly, and I catch her by the waist before she slips too far.

I feel a tingling in the base of my spine as my thighs begin to flex. My cock expands and lengthens as pleasure races up my spine.

Rue gasps out, “Kane. Your cock is … ah!” She cries out while trying to match my speed.

“That’s what you do to me,” I rasp against the back of her neck.

“You’re … so—mmm … so much,” she confesses, her voice pitched high.

“It’s all for you, Mayday. Only you do this to me,” I snarl.

I grab a fistful of her hair and yank her head back just enough to make her arch perfectly. Her spine curves like a perfect bow, her ass pressed against my hips as I slam forward again, harder now, faster.

“You like it rough, don’t you, Rue?” I grate, my voice dark and jagged, all edges. I demand an answer with an emphatic slap to both of her rounded ass cheeks.

“It hurts,” she yelps, half broken. “And I love it.”

“There can be so much pleasure in pain,ma chère.” I pound into her like I’m trying to stake a claim. Every stroke a promise she’ll feel me tomorrow. And the day after. And every one after that until she begs me to stop.

Which I hope she never does.

“You want more?” I grunt, dragging my hands along her instantly reddened ass. “Say it,” I demand with another firm two-handed smack to her backside.

“More,” she gasps. “All you can give me, Kane.”

My teeth bare in a snarl, and I drive into her with a pace that borders on cruel.

“Tout de moi,” I hum. “Avec plaisir.”

She brings her hand off the wall and reaches around behind me, clawing at my thigh, coaxing me deeper inside her. Her breath stutters. Her walls pulsate and clamp down.