He lowers his head and kisses me again. This time it’s more fevered, his tongue probes deeply into my mouth trying to coax a moan from me. I can’t stop it. I give him what he wants when he trails his lips down my neck to the top of my breast.
He yanks the cup of my bra down and my nipple is as hard as it feels. It’s aching, needy and when his tongue flicks out to sample it, I grab his shoulder to steady myself.
The clasp at the front of my bra is no match for his deft fingers. He pushes it off before he drops himself to one knee to slide my panties down.
I’m exposed and wet. I know he can see how much I want him. He lowers his mouth to my pussy, his breath breezing over my swollen clit before the tip of his tongue follows the same path.
It’s the barest, lightest touch but it almost tears me in half from its intensity.
“Get on the bed.” His voice is gruff and low as he stands. “Jesus, I need to fuck you.”
My entire body heats when he unbuttons his shirt to reveal a toned chest and sculpted abs. He’s magnificent in every way and when he finally bends down to rid himself of his pants and boxer briefs, I can’t help but stare.
His cock is thick and hard, jutting up toward his navel.
He reaches down to fumble with his pants pocket, pulling out a condom package before he tosses it on the bed.
“On the bed,” he repeats with less patience and more raw need.
I lower myself to the edge until I’m sitting with him standing in front of me.
My desire to taste him takes over and I lean forward, wrapping my hand around the base of his cock before I drag my tongue slowly over the head to steal the drop of come that’s been tempting me.
His hands fist back in my hair as he lets out a guttural sound that shakes me to my core.
My mouth is on him quickly, taking him deep, moaning around his silky hot flesh. I lick, suck and stroke him, feeling him harden even more under my touch.
“Yes,” he hisses out. “So fucking good.”
He steadies the pace, leisurely fucking my mouth while I rest one hand on his thigh, the other still at the root of him, squeezing and stroking, wanting him to gift me with the taste of his release.
“I can’t.” He pulls back with a half-laugh wrapped around a grunt. “I want to be inside you. I need it.”
I need it too.
I wipe my lips with the back of my hand not caring that he’s wet from my mouth.
I move backwards up the bed, my eyes pinned to his. He smiles and my breath catches because he’s gorgeous and wanting. His gaze stays locked to mine as he rips open the condom package and sheathes himself.
“Your body is amazing.” He crawls over me, his thick heavy cock dragging along the skin on the side of my leg, heating a path straight to my core. “I’m going to fuck this sweet little pussy until you scream my name.”
My legs fall open from sheer need. The need to feel; the need to be fucked by this man.
He reaches down to slide the tip of his cock over my slit, parting my lips, teasing my clit.
“I’m going to fuck you and then I’ll taste how sweet you are.” He keeps his eyes on mine as he pushes in, inch by thick inch.
My back bows with his girth. He takes it slow at first, long steady strokes that take me closer to the edge and when his thrusts become deep and intense, I slide my hands from his back to his hair and kiss him hard.
“I’m going to...” I say against his mouth before my words get lost in the orgasm that washes over me.
Chapter 31
Griffin
I carry the washcloth that I found in her bathroom back to the bed. I ran it under warm water so I could soothe her pussy. I took everything I could from her after she came.
I flipped her over, drove my hands into her hips to pin her to the bed and I fucked her hard until we both came.