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)
“No, I don’t give you enough, but that’s how I feel. It’s not a reflection of you.” The words are bitter to admit even to my own ears.
“Then it’s time for me to show you just how much you give me. Clearly, words aren’t enough.” His hands grip my hips, lifting me up. A sense of déjà vu from the first time we were together in his bar hits me. “Up on the bar, and spread your legs while I eat your pussy,” he commands, fire in is tone. I know it’s killing him not to pick me up and do what he wants, but his shoulder needs to recover first. I unfasten the buttons of my jean skirt that are in a row down the middle, leaving me with my bra, panties, and shoes. I’m not taking my shoes off. No offense to Griff’s bar, but I know what people leave behind on the floors. As far as the bar top, it’s constantly sanitized.
“Griff,” I groan when I see him undo the button to his jeans. The hiss of his zipper is silent given the music is still playing in the background. What I don’t miss is his hard cock coming into view, long and thick. The tips of my fingers barely meet when I wrap them around him.
“Baby girl, you’re getting my mouth, but in order to do that, I need you on the bar.” It seems Griff is losing his patience, and I, for one, do not want to test him any longer. My hands go to the bar, using the ledge and my upper body until my ass lands on the wood counter. It’s cool to the touch. A hiss leaves my lips. “Been wanting you like this. Thought about it for a while now. Maybe you’ll realize you give me everything.” He pulls a barstool in front of where I’m sitting, hands going to the inside of my thighs. I obviously didn’t have them spread wide enough.
“I don’t know. It seems you may have to show me at least a few times.” He can’t really blame me, can he? The man has a way with working me over in the best possible way.
“Every single day, I’ll prove it to you, if that’s what it takes. Take your bra off,” he replies with another demand. My hand moves behind my back. The other stays on the bar top, holding myself up. “Good girl,” I’m praised when my bra drops down with a flick of the clasp. Griff’s hands slide up my thighs further, the tips of his fingers getting dangerously close to the edge of my panties only to pull away again.
“Please,” I beg when his head lowers, and he blows a breath of air along my center. The lace does nothing to shield the coolness that’s heating my fevered flesh.
“Please, what, baby girl?” His thumb hooks on the edge of the fabric, ripping it to the side and baring my pussy to his watchful eyes.
“Please, Daddy.” That’s all it takes. Griff’s head dips further, and I watch as he takes one long lick from the bottom to the top. His tongue swirls, lips wrapping around my clit and sucking on it. I lose my hold, eyes closing and hands giving way until I’m flat on my back. All the while, Griff keeps working my pussy. The man is obsessed. The groans he lets lose vibrate against my core, and it’s setting my world on fire. I’m trying to stay still even with the need to put my hand on the back of his head and flex my hips upward. I know better, though. Griff would stop. I’d lose the orgasm I’m barreling toward. He’d make me settle down, and only then would he work me up again.
“Oh God.” I need something. “More, please more,” I plead. Keeping my hands flat on the bar is killing me. There’s no purchase, nothing to squeeze or to clench my fingers around. I’m left feeling an emotional upheaval as my orgasm bubbles to the surface. Griff’s tongue slides inside my center, working it like he would with his cock, thumb going to my clit, rubbing it up, down, then side to side. My eyes clench shut, sweat coats my body, and I’m soaring, flying sky high with an intensity that only Griff can give me. It’s like an out-of-body experience, a floating sensation, and through it all, he doesn’t leave his place between my thighs. His pace slows down, licking and soothing me through the remnants of my orgasm until I’m no longer able to withstand any more. “Too much,” I murmur.
“You better prepare because you’re about to ride my cock next, baby girl.” He lifts his head, lips and chin slick with my wetness, but he doesn’t seem to care. I use my hands to lift my body up, more than ready to feel his hard length inside of me.