Total pages in book: 162
Estimated words: 158872 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 794(@200wpm)___ 635(@250wpm)___ 530(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 158872 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 794(@200wpm)___ 635(@250wpm)___ 530(@300wpm)
“Oh, that’s nice.” She gasps and moves faster.
She rocks back and forth, until she’s grinding into me hard.
Wild.
Losing herself in the pleasure of us.
“Griff.” Her cries turn urgent and sharp.
“That’s it.” My jaw’s too tight to say much. “Keep riding me. Come on my cock.”
“I…” Her head falls back, and she works her hips slower and slower until she stops and lets out a deep sigh. The ends of her hair tickle my thighs. I flex my fingers, squeezing her hips.
“Come here.” I pull her down over me, wrapping my arms around her. Her soft, warm body fits mine so perfectly. “Kiss me.”
Her lips find mine and I press my palm to her lower back, allowing my fingers to brush her ass. Holding her tight while I pump up into her. She wiggles and tilts her hips, moaning against my neck. I’m so fucking close. Pressure more intense than anything I’ve ever felt gnaws at the base of my spine, shooting straight to my balls.
Takes maybe ten more seconds before I explode. Primal satisfaction roars through me as I empty myself inside her.
“Molly, Molly, Molly,” I whisper. My hands brush her hair out of her face so I can kiss her. She falls to her side, our legs entwined, still joined together. My cum leaks out of her, making me want to fuck her all over again. I reach down, feeling our combined wetness. My spent cock slips out of her and more cum slowly falls free. I rub my fingers through it, marveling at the mess we’ve made.
“Mmmm,” she hums. “That feels good. I’m still all tingly down there.”
I bring my fingers up, rubbing her clit gently until her back arches and she lets out a breathy cry.
“Stop, stop.” She wriggles and pushes my hand away.
I reach up, dragging my wet fingers over her nipples.
“Griff,” she protests.
“That’s us, baby. You and me.”
She laughs softly and kisses my shoulder.
“Are you okay?” I ask. “Did it hurt?”
“Just a little at first. Then it was incredible.” She cracks open one eye and gives me a half-smile. “I’m glad you broke me in on prom night.”
I chuckle. “Good. I couldn’t stand hurting you. Not for a second.”
She shivers and I run my hands over her. “Let’s go clean up, then get under the covers.”
I slide out of bed first, holding my hand out to her. She gingerly rolls over then grimaces when she stands.
“Hurt?”
“No.” She points to her thigh where my semen runs down her leg.
“That’s so fucking hot.”
Her nose wrinkles and I take her hand.
“Power’s out so there won’t be much, if any, hot water,” I warn her.
“That’s okay.” She hurries to keep up with me. “You’ll keep me warm.”
“You know it.”
The water’s tepid at best, but we climb in the shower anyway. I wash her clean, kissing every inch of her.
“What are you doing?” she asks.
“I want to be thorough.”
Her laughter echoes in the darkened bathroom. The water’s quickly turning ice-cold. I rinse us both off one more time before shutting the water off.
As I rub a towel over her skin, she follows my every movement with her eyes.
When I glance at her face, I find one tear silently rolling down her cheek. “What’s wrong, baby?”
She sniffles. “Nothing. I’m going to miss you.”
One of my T-shirts hangs from the back of the door, and I pluck it off the hook.
“Arms up.” I coax her.
I slip the shirt over her head and love the way it pools around her curvy frame. “It’s a crime to cover your beautiful body, but somehow you’re even hotter wearing my shirt.”
The corners of her mouth turn up in a sad smile.
I take her hand, leading her into the kitchen. My mind’s racing, rolling over all the things I want to say. I pour a glass of water and hand it to her. “Drink.”
Eagerly, she grips the glass and swallows while I down my own.
A shiver works over her body as she sets her glass on the counter.
“Let’s get back under the covers.” I turn her toward the door. “Unless you’re hungry?”
She shakes her head. “Chilly.”
In the bedroom, I flip the blankets back and settle her on one side, then search my closet for an extra blanket. I find an old, heavy but soft gray-and-white blanket with two kittens on the front of it.
Molly smiles as I spread it over her and rubs her fingers along the worn edge. “I remember this. You used to bring it when you slept at our house.”
I let out a sad laugh. “Yeah, probably.”
Once I’m under the covers with her, I wrap her tight in my arms. “Talk to me.”
“About?”
I brush my knuckles over her cheek. “Why are you sad? I wanted to make you come, not cry.”
She laughs softly. “I came.” She reaches under the covers and presses her hands between her legs. “I still feel all shivery and tingly.”