Page 21 of Cherished By the BRATVA Grump

“It is too much,” she says. “But I don’t want you to stop, Demyan. I want to know what it feels like.”

“What what feels like, Tamsin?”

“All of it. Everything. Demyan, please, I promise you won’t hurt me.”

I don’t believe her, so I listen to her body instead of her words, each time her quivering pussy relaxes a little around me, I make my move, a quick, short thrust out and in. I lick my fingers and with each thrust back into her, I stroke around her clit.

After doing this for a few minutes her pelvis starts to rock, wanting more, so I give it to her. Deeper thrusts, a slightly quicker pace, now rubbing circles over her sensitive nub.

Her whimpering has turned to a moan. A low vibration that seems to come from her chest. Her hands come to her tits and squeeze, one dark pink nipple getting caught between two fingers and her hips buck. She lifts her head and her eyes open, fixing on my cock plunging into her.

She is so wet, the kitchen fills with the sound of us fucking.

I grit my teeth as the edges of my vision blurs. The first wave of pleasure takes me by surprise, and I can’t hold it back as the first rope of cum escapes me. I press myself as deeply as I can into her warm cunt, the next spurt drawing a moan from my throat, but it’s the next one that has my knees buckling. Her cunt tightens and she screams, her back arching as she milks my cock.

“Yes,” I cry out, moving my hand from her leg to her tit and squeezing hard. “Take all my cum, drain me.”

Her screams turn into cries, and then gasps, as her whole body tightens one last time and releases.

My cock twitches, my balls feel drained. I pull from her slowly. Her pussy no longer having the strength to grip me and watch my cum leak from her.

I reach behind me, stretching to turn on the faucet and run the warm water.

Pulling a clean towel from the drawer, I soak it and press it against her pussy.

She jumps a little at the contact, and then lowers her legs until they are resting on my shoulders.

I keep the warm towel pressed there for ten minutes, just looking at her spread out before me.

She is beautifully wrecked.

I carry her to my bed.

“Do you have to be anywhere today?” I ask her as she curls against my chest.

“No,” she says.

I help her into bed, her legs still shaking and head back to the kitchen to make her some fruit and yogurt which I carry through to her with a mug of coffee.

“Do you always look after your women this well?” she asks, a little more alert now.

I think about it for a moment. “I’ve never had a woman in my bed before. I’ve certainly never made one breakfast. I’ve never really done relationships either.”

Her hazel eyes come to mine and stay there.

“That was something else,” she says. “What we just did.”

I nod. “Yeah, it was. Are you okay? Are you sore?”

“Yes,” she says. “A little…actually quite a bit. You’re very…erm…large.”

“I should have stopped.”

“No,” she says, the word sharp and clear. “I didn’t want you to stop, and I have no regrets. It’s just going to take some getting used to is all.”

I grin. “So, you’re willing to do it again?”

“Absolutely. Once I’ve come back down to earth.”