Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 59767 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 299(@200wpm)___ 239(@250wpm)___ 199(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 59767 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 299(@200wpm)___ 239(@250wpm)___ 199(@300wpm)
Once my body is bared to him, I suck in a breath. I’ve never been naked in front of a man before. I want to panic, but before I can, Griffin’s fingers spread against my stomach, and he looks down at me with what appears to be reverence. It makes me feel beautiful and I’m not sure I’ve ever felt that before—not before Griffin.
“You’re so beautiful, baby,” he praises as his fingers continue sliding against my body. His lips kiss down my neck, his teeth nibbling gently—lovingly teasing me. Sensations begin to hit me that I can’t explain. I feel like my body might float up into the air, just as his tongue wraps around my nipple and he sucks it into his mouth.
“Griff!” I cry out, my body trembling at the pleasure I feel. In response he sucks harder, and his tongue laps at the pebbled flesh torturing me in the best way possible, as his hand slides further down.
My body stiffens slightly as I feel his fingers dance along the inside of my thigh. I can feel my arousal gathering there, already coating his fingers. My head goes back against the pillow as I bite down on my lip, my hips rocking against my will. My body arches, curving to press my breast deeper into his mouth, needing more of this—more of him. He groans against my nipple, making my entire body shiver. I whimper when he lifts his head to look down at me. His eyes are wicked as he licks his lips. “Mine,” he growls. That growl vibrates through me in a way that I know it will never leave. I lick my lips and decide to be brave. I slide my hand down his jogging pants, immediately his hard cock touches my fingers and I can feel the sticky wetness that is sliding down the head. I have the strongest desire to lick him, wanting to taste his desire on my tongue. The thought makes my body flush with heat.
His fingers brush against the lips of my pussy and without thought my legs open to him. “Fuck, Georgie that feels good,” he huffs as I wrap my hand around the base of his cock. I keep my grip firm, almost as if I’m afraid he’ll disappear. “Stroke me,” he urges.
That’s all the incentive I need, to start sliding my hand up and down, loving the feel of his powerful member in my hand, his body at my mercy. The more my hand glides, the more I can feel my hand getting wet. I’m losing myself in the pleasure of touching him until I feel his finger slide against my clit. “Oh …” I breathe, my hand tightening around his cock even more.
“You like that, baby?” he purrs close to my ear.
“Yes,” I confess, as my hips begin moving, inviting him to do more.
Soon, I feel two more fingers, joining the first. They’re soaked in my wet desire and moving around my clit with a hungry surety that I know will cause me to unravel. They tease and torment, applying pressure in the best way possible, making my entire body one trembling mess. There’s an urgency building inside of me that I know I won’t be able to keep at bay. Griffin’s lips are back at my breasts, suckling like a man starving. My hold on his cock is tight and I keep stroking him. My movements are not fluid now. No, they’re desperate and hungry.
My hips begin pressing up and into Griffin’s hold. “Are you going to come for me, baby? Are you going to let go and give in to the pleasure I’m giving you—that only I will ever give you?”
“Y … yes,” I cry.
“Good. Be a good girl and give it to me, Georgie. Give in to me,” he urges.
My body tenses, as my hand moves up and down his cock faster and harder. “Griff!” I cry out as my orgasm takes over. I press my head against his chest, hoping it will muffle my cries. When that doesn’t seem to work, I bite into the flesh I find there. If I had brain cells left to realize what I was doing, I would have panicked and pulled away. I don’t. So, instead, I bite harder as my body rides wave after wave of pleasure. Griffin seems to love it, because the minute my bite deepens, he explodes in my hand, come rains down his shaft, over my hand and I keep stroking him, feeling like a queen because I have this man in bed with me—a man every woman with a pulse would want and right now, I truly believe that he is all mine.
“Griffin,” I whisper, feeling so much that I can barely think.
“Fuck. I knew my woman was a tiger. I’m never letting you go now, Georgie, never,” he vows. I look up at him, to find him licking my juices off his fingers. I don’t know if I should, but I like that so much that I bring my hand away from his cock and bring it up to my mouth and begin licking his seed, too. “Christ,” he exclaims. “You really are perfect.”