Page 22 of Cherished By the BRATVA Grump

“I can help with that,” I offer, and pull her feet from under the sheets and onto my lap. I massage her feet while she talks about dancing on the ship. What her favorite routines are, which was her favorite competition as a kid. How she isn’t sure what her future looks like.

She looks at me then, her eyes tracking over my tattoos and scars and the things I don’t usually show anyone in the light.

But she doesn’t say anything. Doesn’t ask any questions. She looks at me and accepts me exactly as I am in that moment, and that feeling of calm washes over me again.

She sits up a little more, then leans forward, pulling her feet from my lap and kissing me.

Her knees come either side of my hips and I harden instantly. She feels it and looks down, lowering herself against the underside of my thick shaft.

Slickness from earlier, drips from her pussy and wets me instantly, creating the friction she needs while she kisses me. She glides her slit over the length of me, slowly at first, then gaining pace as her pleasure increases.

I cup her tits and tease her nipples while she chases her release. The head of my cock parting her folds and bumping against her clit with every pass.

When she comes, she throws her head back and grinds hard against me, squirting a small amount of her arousal onto the head of my cock.

She slows down, moaning lightly as she continues to grind circles on me, bringing herself down slowly.

I press her back into the pillows and suck one of her now soft nipples into my mouth. She yelps a little, and I take my cock in my hand, stroking her slick around it with my hand before beginning to pump.

“I want you to come on my pussy,” she says, her voice low.

“On it?” I ask, as pleasure tingles down my shaft.

“Yes, I want to see it splatter against my clit.” She spreads her legs wide for me. “Look at what you’ve already done to me,” she says, parting her pussy lips with her fingers. Her entrance is still stretched out, frilled where it stretched around me earlier. Her skin is red from grinding against me. “You filled me with your cum, now it’s time to coat me in it.”

Fuck.

I didn’t expect that to come out of her mouth.

I pump my cock faster. “Keep talking,” I grunt.

She snakes her other hand behind her, lifting one ass cheek so she can reach herself from behind and slides two fingers into her entrance up to the second knuckle. “You’ve ruined me, Demyan. Your massive cock wrecked my tight pussy. Look at my cunt, Demyan. Look at what you did to me.”

“You wanted it,” I manage to say as my balls tighten.

“I wanted it then; I want it now. Cover me in your cum Demyan.”

I explode. Tamsin yelps in surprise as the first spurt splatters over her with enough force that her eyes roll back in her head. The second follows, coating her lips and her fingers begin working her clit fast. The third hits her hand and I press the head of my cock against her entrance so the last spurt of my cum enters her.

She comes again, weaker this time, her eyes locked on my dripping, spent cock.

When it subsides, she is panting, her heart beating hard enough I can see her pulse.

“Fuck,” she says.

Tamsin

Demyan feeds me my breakfast. I couldn’t move even if I wanted to. I’m glad that all I asked for was fruit and yogurt because I only have the strength right now to swallow. My bones turned to liquid when I watched him cum on me. His body tightened like a bow string, every muscle defined. His thick cock throbbing, the veins prominent, the head dark.

I’ve never seen anything sexier in my entire life. Rubbing my clit with his cum was next level. But it got me to where I needed to be with my pussy clenching against the tip of his cock.

“What does this look like?” I ask.

“This looks like you eating yogurt naked, with my cum on your cunt,” Demyan says.

I laugh. “Not that. I mean this, you and me. What does this look like going forward.”

“Like a relationship?” he asks.