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)
Her nose wrinkles. “I’m afraid we’ll find something gross, not sexy.” She taps her fingers over my chest. “Tell me, is there anything you want to try?”
An immediate picture forms in my mind. “You know that dresser we had in the hotel room? With the long mirror running behind it?” I bite my lip and rub my hand over my chin. “When you bent over to take off your shoes that night, I so badly wanted to bend you over the dresser so I could fuck you from behind while I watched your face in the mirror.”
“Oh, wow,” she breathes out, staring at me with wide eyes. “That’s hot.” She sits up and glances around my room. “Why don’t you have a low dresser like that here?”
I sit up, my head doing a quick spin. “Uh, if I’d known, believe me, I would’ve bought one and carried it up the stairs myself.”
“Let’s try the bathroom.” She stands and holds out her hand, wiggling impatient fingers at me.
“What?” My brain struggles to catch up, but I curl my hand around hers.
“The mirror over your sink,” she explains like a dirty little scientist, eager to conduct her newest naughty experiment.
Gorgeous and an excellent problem-solver—I’ve won the girlfriend lottery. “You’re a genius.”
Molly
In the bathroom, I press my hands flat against the sink and thrust my butt out, wiggling my hips from side to side. “Is this what you had in mind?” I tease.
Griff’s big hands clamp around my waist, yanking me toward him. He uses one foot to tap the insides of my ankles. “Spread your legs for me.” He presses his palm against the middle of my back. “Arch.”
As sweet and patient as Griff’s been with me, now he seems determined to teach me two lessons.
One—he’s in charge.
Two—he wants to discover every single possible way to make my body sing.
I grip the sides of the counter around the sink and lift up on my toes, offering myself to him.
“Fuck, Molly. I thought I’d need a few minutes to recover.” His cock prods my entrance. “But I’m harder than a fucking baseball bat.”
“Oh!” I squeak as he eases inside me. “Yes, you are.”
He stops. “You okay?”
Our eyes meet in the mirror. Concern and restraint furrow his brows. “Go slow,” I whisper.
He lets out a growly noise. “You got it.”
His hands slide from my hips to my waist as he leisurely pushes forward. Fascinated, I watch his reflection. He pins his gaze where we’re joined, his mouth forming into a fascinated “O.” He glances in the mirror and catches me watching him. His lips tilt.
“I wish the mirror was bigger.” He bends, trying for a different angle. Our height difference seems to be making things difficult. “And you were wearing those cute boots from your birthday.”
“Oooh, remind me to grab them when we stop by the house later.”
“Yeah,” he groans, sliding all the way in, so I’m forced up on my toes. “A little extra height would be nice.”
I laugh and grip the counter harder. “Do that again.”
“This?” He moves faster.
I arch my back and wiggle, chasing the slight tingling sensation below.
Griff pulls out all the way and spins me around.
“What are you doing?”
Instead of answering, he lifts me and pins me against the wall opposite the sink. He kisses my neck. “Wrap your legs around me.”
I hitch and raise my legs, crossing my ankles over his butt.
“That’s it.” He thrusts inside me, stopping to grind into my pelvis. My body shudders with pleasure.
“Yeah, much better,” he says against my neck.
Our lips meet and we breathe each other in, panting and sighing. He withdraws, then flexes fully inside me again. Over and over.
“Griff,” I gasp. He pounds into me so hard, I’m vaguely aware of a steady thump, thump, thump as we knock against the wall.
Tension builds and twists inside me.
“Right here, Muffin.” He kisses and sucks at the spot below my ear. His fingers squeeze my thighs and butt. “Come for me.”
My back slides against the wall. I wrap my legs around him tighter. Pleasure pinches at my core. My heartbeat thunders through my ears. So close.
“Keep doing that,” I pant between shaky breaths.
“Yeah? You like that?” He lifts me higher, grinds into me slower, taking his time.
“Yes, yes.” Liquid fire shoots through my veins. Relief and pain tangle together as I finally find release, leaving me moaning and trembling in Griff’s arms.
A few seconds later, he squeezes his eyes shut and stops moving, keeping me pinned to the wall.
“Fuck, ah, fuck, Molly!” He lets out a tortured groan, his face contorting with agonized pleasure. He’s never looked more beautiful. Warmth spills inside me. I’m so oversensitive, I swear I feel every drop. A rush of pride spreads through me. I have the power to make Griffin “Stonewall” Royal lose control, to make his strong legs shake and his muscled body tremble.