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)
“Stormy,” he grunts, getting my attention. Both of his hands tighten on the cheeks of my ass, the tips of his fingers pressing in further. What I don’t expect is for him to grasp the thong part of the bodysuit that’s attached and pull on it. My eyes pop open, head comes forward, and I mewl at the sensation. Griff might be asking a question, one he already knows the answer to, but it’s not stopping him from making me fall apart. “Answer me, or I’m stopping.” His thumb sweeps beneath the black fabric, right at the entrance to my pussy, while the other keeps working the front patch of my bodysuit to rub against my clit.
“Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.” It’s not an answer because the only thing I can think about is chasing a high, a high so tall and big that I’m dying to crash over. It’s as if my body is in the ocean, feet spread part, as I watch as the wave rolling closer, bracing for impact, and still, once it hits you, you’re not prepared. That is the exact feeling that’s overwhelming me right now.
“Mouth, baby girl, now.” Griff’s voice comes out harsh. There’s no brokering his demand, and that’s exactly what it is. It’s not a request, it’s a command, one I follow without pause. He takes over our kiss before it even begins while keeping up his ministrations on my clit. His thumb slides inside my pussy, and I pulse around him, my body greedy for the orgasm I’m finally going to successfully achieve without using my own fingers or toys. It’s never felt this good. Ever. His teeth nip at my lips, tongue lapping, and then he’s diving full steam ahead. His teeth nip at my lips, tongue lapping, and then he’s diving full steam ahead. Just like everything else with the man standing in front of me, he takes over in the best way possible.
“Please,” I breathe into his mouth, wanting more of his fingers inside me, wanting to feel the stinging burn when he pushes me to my limits with his thick fingers.
“More what?” Griff pulls on my bodysuit, using it as a seesaw, unbothered by the fact I’m sure it’s going to be destroyed. I’m going to keep it forever, look at it hanging in my closet as one of the greatest moments of all times.
“More.” I bear down on his thumb. “More everything.” My hands slide up until I’m using his shoulders for leverage to lift up, showing Griffin what I want, and when he pulls his thumb out of my pussy, I mewl, “Daddy,” leaving me feeling unfulfilled. Until his thumb leaving becomes two fingers. There’s no buildup, not that I need it. The sound of my wetness clues me in to the fact along with our labored breathing.
“Fuck, yeah, baby girl. Keep at it. Show daddy how hard you can come.” Jesus Christ, my body trembles with Griff surrounding me. This man does not shy away; if anything, he pushes me farther than ever. He adds another finger. My pussy has a tight chokehold on his finger, the way he’s working my clit with my clothes. A wetness like I’ve never felt before rushes out of me. I have no idea what it is or if it’s okay. All I know is it takes over and leaves me feeling incredible.
“Daddy.” It’s a guttural groan. My voice isn’t my own. I am fucking gone, so far gone that my eyes slam closed, my mouth rips away from his, and I’m tumbling like I’ve been caught in an undertow at sea. Only Griff isn’t the riotous ocean. His hold is secure, he’s my own personal life raft, and he doesn’t seem to want to ever let me go.
8
GRIFFIN
Hook, line, and sinker. I’ve met the one woman who can match me move for move. Stormy’s body is worn out from her orgasm, body lying against mine as I hold her tightly. No fucking way am I letting her go, not even for a night. I should have known the way she tossed back tequila, let go of her inhibitions, and had no problem tracking me down that she’d be it. I’m fucking gone for her in the best possible way. Add in the fact she’s tight, so goddamn tight, it’s a wonder Zach or any man before him couldn’t make her come. Yet I did. Yet I fucking did, and she squirted, too. Her thighs are soaked, so are my hand and forearm, and I’m pretty sure my jeans. Not to mention the desk beneath her bare ass. I’m never going to want to clean it up either. I’ll want the impression of her ass cheeks seared to the wood.
My brain quiets down. There’s no bar, no Barbie, no worries about what my family, especially my brother, is going to think. In this moment, the only thoughts that consume me are Stormy and how I’m going to get us the fuck out of this place without people seeing her look as beautiful as she is right now.