Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 61042 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 305(@200wpm)___ 244(@250wpm)___ 203(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61042 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 305(@200wpm)___ 244(@250wpm)___ 203(@300wpm)
I bit his ear, hard. “You think I care about the bed?”
He cupped my breast, thumb circling the nipple through my sports bra. He slid his hand under the band and drew it up over my head, tossing it to the floor. My nipples peaked instantly in the cool air, and Griffin ducked to take one in his mouth, tongue lapping and teeth scraping just enough to hurt. I arched up, using my hands to force his mouth tighter against me, to make him taste every inch of skin he could reach.
Griffin sat up to grab my waistband, pulling my cotton pants and underwear down my legs together with a single motion. I lay naked under him. He hooked my knees over his arms and spread me open, staring at my pussy like it was the only thing he’d ever wanted to see. “Perfect,” he said, and the word was so rough I shivered at the intent I heard in his voice.
He knelt down, lowering his head between my thighs, and for one long, dizzying moment he stared at me. Like he was trying to memorize exactly how I looked spread open for him, hungry and needing him. Then he kissed the inside of my thigh, slow and deliberate, his beard dragging a sweet, sharp contrast against my skin.
I shuddered, toes curling into the edge of the mattress as he worked his way up, licking and biting, leaving a hot trail until he reached my pussy. Griffin found my clit and sucked hard. I moaned, arched up to meet his mouth. He pinned my hips with both hands and dragged me down the bed until his mouth was flush against me, my weight braced with his hands which he moved to my ass and held me to him.
“Fuck,” I gasped, or tried to, but it came out a broken whimper. I tugged at his hair, not to guide him, but to keep myself from flying apart.
He curled a finger inside me, then another, expertly making me see stars as I came in a wet rush. He fucked me with his fingers while he kept sucking, relentless, cruel almost, but I wanted it. I wanted all of it.
My whole body shook, every nerve ending searing hot and tight, and when I came again, I bit down on my own arm to keep from screaming the whole place down. He only slowed when I started to squirm, over-sensitive, and then he gentled his touch, lapping and soothing until I melted back to earth.
I stared at the ceiling, panting, the world a little off axis. “You’re going to kill me,” I managed, limp and mindless with pleasure.
He grinned up at me, his lips shiny. “No intention of killin’ you, honey. I want nothing for you but pleasure and comfort and to be the happiest woman in the fuckin’ world.”
He crawled up my body, kissing a wet path up my stomach, then my chest, then my throat. When our mouths met, I could taste myself on his tongue and it was the most erotic thing I’d ever experienced.
I reached for his jeans, fumbling with the buttons, impatient and greedy. He let me, but when I couldn’t manage the zipper with my shaking fingers, he took over, making quick work of them before stripping his boxers off. He knelt over me, naked and hard and beautiful, and for a second, I swear we just looked at each other. Like neither of us could quite believe we’d made it to the other side of hell and found this.
I reached for his cock, stroked it, slow and teasing, just to watch him lose his composure for once. He shuddered and let his head fall, forehead pressed to mine. “You want me?” he growled.
I lined him up, angling my hips so he could slip inside me. “Yeah. Fuck, Griffin. I want you so Goddamn bad.”
He pushed in slow, muscle trembling as he tried to hold back. The stretch of him ripped a gasp out of me, and we both just froze there for a second, savoring the moment, the connection. He moved with measured thrusts as he found my throat with his mouth, my collarbone, the curve of my shoulder. I dragged my nails down his back.
It built slower this time, a heat that started low in my belly and spread outward with each careful thrust. Griffin slid his hand between us, finding my clit with unerring accuracy, and the dual sensation pushed me toward the edge.
When I came, I screamed his name, my body clamping down around him as pleasure crashed through me in waves. He followed a moment later, his rhythm breaking as he buried his face in my neck with a groan that vibrated through my body with a satisfied rumble.
For a long time afterward, we lay tangled in the dark, my head on his chest, his arm around my shoulders. His heartbeat slowed gradually under my ear, settling into a strong and steady rhythm. I traced the tattoo on his chest with my fingers, needing to touch him.