Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 55171 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 276(@200wpm)___ 221(@250wpm)___ 184(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 55171 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 276(@200wpm)___ 221(@250wpm)___ 184(@300wpm)
“Griff.” I pull away for a moment. He clearly doesn’t like that even if it is to catch my breath. His teeth nip at my lower lip, pulling me back into his intoxicating vortex. He doesn’t respond. I wasn’t expecting an answer. I also wasn’t expecting to have a kiss rock me to my core. My head tips back, giving his mouth access to travel to my chin, nipping at it much like he did my lips, tongue lapping at it to soothe away any pain he may have caused. Newsflash, I like the way he bites me and the moan that lives me only spurs him on further.
“Fuck, yeah,” Griff mutters along the column of my neck. He stops at the pulse point. My core tightens with each pull, body arching to get closer to him. My hands are tangled in his shirt, pulling the fabric up with the tips of my fingers until I finally meet his skin. Griff bites at my neck, no doubt leaving a mark of some kind, a brand if you will. One that I’m sure can and will be seen by the town of Jasmine, and I will absolutely not cover it up. It’ll be my badge of honor for finally finding a piece of myself I thought was broken. His hand tightens its hold in my hair. “I want you to watch. Keep your eyes focused on what I’m doing, Stormy.” I feel his hand on the outside of my thigh, more skin pressing against skin. The fire inside me is building rapidly with each firm touch of his body. Griff pulls up my skirt with deft fingers until he can’t any longer. My eyes move to his face and then to what he’s doing to my body. He’s dominating my mind, my senses, and my body. It's soul consuming. I want to bare it all. Give everything to him and let him take control.
“Lift up, baby girl. Let me see you.” His thumb sweeps up the inside of my thigh, edging dangerously close to my pussy. The body suit I’m wearing is the only thing between his hands and my bareness. One snap of the metal clasp between my legs, and Griff would see it all.
“Oh God.” I lose my hold on his body in order to do what he said, hands pressing down on his desk to lift my ass off the dark wood desk. Griff slides my skirt up even higher until it’s wrapped around my waist. Never once when I got dressed before I walked over to Griff’s bar did I think this is where I would land—on his desk, spread open, him working me into such a fevered pace that I feel like one small brush along my clit would make me explode.
“I’m not God, baby girl, but I am your daddy.” My eyes find his face. Another wave of shock rolls through my body, and it’s not in disgust. It’s in pure unadulterated lust. The look I give Griff must be more than enough answer that I’m okay with him calling himself that or for me to use it. My hands that were on the desk take ahold of his shirt, trying to pull it off his body. If I’m going to be half naked, he can be, too. He gets the memo. His hand in my hair disappears, and holy fucking shit, I watch as he grabs at the neck of his shirt from behind and pulls it up and over his head. My gaze is glued to each delicious inch of skin he uncovers. He doesn’t’ have a stomach that’s the perfect eight-pack most girls and women want; it’s lightly muscled with some softness. My hands reach out to feel more of him, hovering over his abdomen, and when he steps closer, the tips of my fingers trace a tattoo on his ribcage. I watch as his body locks up, and it’s good to know I’m not the only one affected in this situation. His left arm is covered in tattoos, a sleeve devoid of any color. Waves give way to a serpent, carrying it to the back of his hand. I mean, sure, I’ve seen his lower arm and hand, but nothing prepared me for the full effect of Daddy Griff.
“You’re gorgeous,” I pause. “Daddy.” The words slip out of my mouth. Griff responds by taking a step closer. We’re meshed together. Fused, so to speak, his hard, thick, and what appears to be long dick throbbing against my aching center.
“Christ, baby girl. You good with this?” he asks, circling his hips, his bulge hitting my clit again. I nod in response. Words are harder to formulate as he continues his ministration. My head rolls back on my shoulders, eyes closing, and a long moan is all I can force to come out. “I need words, Stormy, or this stops.” I’d like to see him try. I’m so close to coming, and should he stop, well, I’m not sure if I would survive. I’d probably take matters into my own hands, push him until he's planted in the chair he has in front of his desk. My fingers would attack his belt, button, and zipper until I could finally get my hands wrapped around his cock. A quick pull on my bodysuit would have it open, and I could sink down on him until he’d be planted deeply inside me.