Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 75553 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 378(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75553 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 378(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
Griff’s hands ran up the insides of my thighs then, stroking the smooth and pale skin he found there before he reached the waistband of my lacy panties. He wrapped his thick fingers around them and yanked them down and clean off of my legs. He held them up before me with a victorious grin before shoving them into his pocket.
“Griff, what are you…”
My boss interrupted me with a firm kiss to my lips, silencing any protest I had. He was a man of actions more than words after all. He’d definitely proven that time and time again. His kiss was smothering and I couldn’t help but feel engulfed by the pure power of the man on top of me. In every way, Griff was the pinnacle of masculinity, no wonder I was so attracted to him. Who could resist such raw sexual magnetism?
His eyes were hungry when he drew back and he began to look down my body once more before following the trail with kisses. He paused for a while to give attention to my breasts. His thumb circled my nipple through the thin material of my bra while his tongue licked at the skin around it. Before long, however, he grew impatient and began to kiss the soft, tender skin on my belly. He didn’t stop moving downward and I could feel my legs shaking in excitement as he grew closer and closer to the place I wanted him to touch most.
“Griff,” I whimpered as his head dipped underneath my skirt and he began to kiss the sensitive insides of my thighs. “God, that feels so good…”
My cunt was dripping wet already and he hadn’t even touched it. I wrapped my legs around his head, almost scared that he might not give me what I was so desperate for, but I needn’t have worried. Griff’s hot breath on my sensitive pussy made me gasp as he leaned in and began to lick tentatively at my aching center. He licked me from my hole all the way up, stroking the length of my pussy with his long, wet tongue. My hands dropped to his head and my fingers wove themselves through his thick, dark locks while Griff seemed to find his stride.
“Fuck!” I screamed as his mouth wrapped around my clit and he began to suck it. His tongue stroked upward against it over and over until wave after wave of pleasure rolled over me with every touch. His mouth was so warm and he ate me out like he was hungry for me and only me. It was such a turn on my skin turned red all over.
“Griff, I’m gonna…” I began as I felt the telltale signs of my orgasm overcome me. My lower belly was hot and my thighs were clenching as I hurtled toward the peak of pleasure I was looking forward to. “Griff, please, I…”
“Come for me,” he whispered, muffled where his mouth was so close to my skin.
I couldn’t deny a command from him. As though my body reacted on instinct, I came as soon as he resumed licking me. I felt the fluid gush out of me and flood my boss’ mouth. He moaned and the vibrations made me twitch with pleasure. Even though I’d already come, Griff didn’t relent. He just kept on licking and sucking and kissing until I could barely remember my own name. But there was still one name I could remember and it was on the tip of my tongue the whole time.
“Griff.”
1
Griff
One Month Earlier
The beautiful Seattle skyline was obscured by the torrent of raindrops against the glass. Though my office had floor-to-ceiling windows and a spectacular view of the city, none of that mattered if even the weather was against me. I sighed and dipped my head down a little. It was very unlike me to let anything put a damper on my spirit, but today, I felt more on edge than usual. If you asked me, I could wager what the cause was: my mother.
Just the thought of my dear, kind mother made me sigh and drop my head into my hands. I smoothed my fingers over my head and pushed my hair away from my face, closing my eyes as I attempted to stop my worries to consume me.
Get a grip, Griff. She’s almost sixty. She doesn’t need you worrying about her all the time, I told myself. Yet my heart wasn’t listening to my head. It was hard to unlearn a lifetime of behavior for both of us – my mom’s timidness and my own overprotectiveness – even if the circumstances had finally changed.
I let out a long, slow breath and looked over to the family portrait I kept in a small frame on my desk—the only personal touch I allowed myself in the office. I remembered the day it was taken. Despite my mother and father’s happy smiles, I knew how tense they had been. My mother’s beautifully made up face was covering bruises from where my father had beat her the night before. It was a shame that a photo which filled me with joy simultaneously made me want to vomit.