I claw at his back, already starting to lose control. I shake and tense and prepare for the onslaught of sensations to overpower me completely. “More,” I choke out, clinging to him and meeting him thrust for thrust.
In one swift move, Griz flips us so I’m on top of him. I gasp and then moan as he grips my hips and slowly, so slowly guides my body down his long, thick shaft.
“That’s it, ride me, my dirty angel. Take what you need from me.”
I steady myself by placing my hands on his chest, and then I test out what feels good. He gives me the confidence to own my pleasure and sexuality, to do as he says, and take what I need. Griz looks only too happy to give me whatever I want.
I grind down on him, which makes us both groan. Getting up on my knees, I swivel my hips, massaging the very tip of his dick with my already throbbing channel. I love the way his pupils dilate and his jaw flexes. I love the power I have over him in this moment.
Without warning, I drop down on him, allowing his hard cock to pierce me through and through. It’s a sharp, exquisite feeling to have him inside me like this. I whimper when I feel him bump up against my cervix.
“Monty, holyfuck, baby, you feel so good, so good…”
Hearing his praise and watching his face tense as he holds on to his control has me spiraling toward the edge. I glide up and down his shaft, riding him nice and hard until I’m a quivering mess, gushing all over him and moaning uncontrollably. I lean forward, placing a hand on either side of his head and grind down on him, rocking back and forth, sliding my clit over the base of his cock again and again.
Griz bites my nipples and sucks on my breasts, heightening my pleasure with each swipe of his tongue. I feel his large hands grip my hips to hold me in place while he fucks up into me with long, rough strokes.
My orgasm slams into me, wringing out my bones and stealing my strength. I collapse on top of him, my pussy snapping around him again and again.
Griz doesn’t even give me a chance to breathe before he rolls me onto my back and throws my legs over his shoulders. I somehow need him all over again, even though I haven’t fully come down from my last release. He must see the uncontainable desire in my eyes as he rubs his hard, swollen dick up and down my slit.
Again and again he teases me, builds me up, never quite giving me what I need.
And then he fucks me, hitting me so damn deep, stretching me and filling me and punishing me as he spears his cock in and out of my cunt, fucking me into a frenzy. I scream his name and he shouts mine.
I arch my back and feel him sliding deeper inside of me. I lose it completely, my mind whirling and spinning in patterns of pleasure and heaven, lost entirely in the physical act of fucking, lost entirely in the bliss that’s closing in around me. I come again, my release wrecking me completely. I’m gasping and straining as it rolls over me like a wave.
I’m vaguely aware of Griz’s cock pulsing inside me and filling me up with his warm, sticky seed, but my vision blurs and darkens around the edges.
When I come to, Griz has me draped over his chest. He’s rubbing my back in calming circles, handling me with such tender care. “Breathe, darlin’. Breathe for me,” he whispers.
I do as he says, the oxygen filling my lungs and sending an unexpected tremor through my limbs. Griz groans and tips my head up, kissing me slow and deep. When we break apart, he tucks my hair behind my ear and cradles my face in his hand, rubbing his thumb over my jaw. He looks at me with such devotion, such awe.
I smile shyly at him. Somehow his penetrating gaze feels so much more vulnerable than the mind-blowing sex we just had.
“I won’t ever get enough of you, Monty. Your body, your mind, your fucking soul. I want it all,” he says so softly, so reverently.
I don’t know how to handle all of his sweetness. I’m not used to being the center of someone’s world, and the way Griz looks at me leaves no doubt that he’s all in. Blinking a few times, I clear the tears threatening to spill down my cheeks, but not quick enough.
Griz swipes his thumb beneath my right eye, gathering the lone tear that escaped. He doesn’t ask what’s wrong and doesn’t pressure me to talk about anything. His dark blue gaze holds mine, and I know he understands. He sees me. My big, sweet, protective cowboy somehow knows I’ve never been treated like this and that his goodness is overwhelming.
“Griz,” I whisper, my words getting caught in my throat. I want to tell him he wins, that I love him, that I want to stay right here in this moment for the rest of my life.
“I know, darlin’,” he murmurs, pressing his lips to my forehead. “I’ve got you.”
My confession is on the tip of my tongue, the overwhelming emotions bubbling up and stealing my breath. This is it. I’m about to jump off the edge of a cliff into the unknown, but I know Griz will be right there to catch me.
“Griz,” I start again, needing to get this out in the open. “I–”
My phone rings, cutting me off. I growl, making Griz laugh. He reaches over me and grabs my phone from the nightstand, handing it to me. I almost toss it across the room and climb into Griz’s lap instead, but when I see my sister’s name flash across the screen, I decide to answer.
“Tilly, what’s up?”
“They’re gone,” she says softly, her tone strange and high-pitched.
“Who?” I ask, sitting up and gathering the blankets around me. Griz sits up with me, tilting his head to the side as he studies me. God, this man. So attentive and ready to jump in if I need him.
“Mom and Dad. They…” she pauses, taking a deep breath. “They died last night. Overdose. I just got the call from the hospital.”