Griff’s Place (Havenwood #4) Read Online Riley Hart

Categories Genre: Gay, GLBT, M-M Romance, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Havenwood Series by Riley Hart
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Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 83085 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 415(@200wpm)___ 332(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
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“It is.” Griff kissed the top of my spine, then kept going, pressing his mouth down, down, down until he got to my ass. “You’re right. It’s us. That makes it special already.” He reached over and plucked the lube and a condom from the nightstand. “Get up on your hands and knees for me.”

“Are you sure?”

Griff grabbed my ass again, spread my cheeks, and hissed. “I’d have to be crazy not to want to. I’m gonna take what’s mine.” Heat flared to life in his eyes, and damned if it didn’t make my dick twitch.

Griff wet his fingers with lube and spread some over my hole. I trembled, my eyes falling closed. This obviously wasn’t the first time I’d experienced this, but knowing it was him made it feel that way.

He started with one finger. It had been a while for me since I bottomed, but it only took a couple of minutes before I begged, “Give me another one. Stretch me out for that thick cock of yours,” as I pushed back against his hand.

Griff pulled out, then worked two fingers inside, fucking and twisting and stretching me. There was something about the pressure and knowing it was Griffin that made stars dance before my eyes.

“Christ, this is sexy. You’re so goddamned beautiful like this.”

“Come on. Get your dick inside me. You’re killing me.”

When he pulled his fingers out, I groaned in response.

“I want to see you,” Griff said, a gentle plea that landed in my chest.

“Yeah, okay. I want to see you too.”

I lay on my back as Griffin suited up. He drizzled more lube on his condom-covered erection, and I spread my legs for him, held them back so he could get me at the right angle.

“Fuck,” Griff cursed, rubbing his thumb in circles around my rim, then leaned in. At the first press of his cock against me, my hand tangled in his hair. My body bowed toward him, tugging him as Griff worked his way inside. There was the familiar stretch and pressure, all of it amplifying this thrumming bass inside me, filling me, because it was him.

Fuck. I was so fucked. So goddamned gone for him.

When his groin was against my ass, the muscles there burning, I pulled him down so our foreheads touched and we breathed each other’s air. “All good?” I asked.

“The best. It’s already the best.”

I smiled bashfully, and I knew it was because I felt that way inside. I’d never been modest when it came to sex before, but I’d never had Griff inside me either.

“Look at you…you’re blushing.” He brushed a calloused thumb over my face.

“Don’t tell,” I joked.

“Never.” Then he slowly eased out before thrusting in again with a deep, sharp jab.

“Fuck yes!” I arched off the bed as he did it again, over and over and over, fucking me hard and good and making my heart try to break free from my chest.

Every time either of us got close, he pulled back, teasing me, drawing it out, as if now that he knew what it was like to be inside me, he never wanted the night to end.

We were a sweaty mess. Precome leaked all over my stomach. He flipped me, took me from behind, our bodies slapping together, my dick jerking and my balls full, before he cursed and said he wanted to see me again.

When I was on my back, this time with a pillow shoved beneath me, Griff threaded his fingers through mine, held my hands above my head, and slowed down the thrusts. His cock dragged against all the best spots inside me as our gazes held.

“I love you. Jesus, I am so goddamned in love with you.” As soon as the words spilled from Griff’s lips, he pumped in deep, filling me. I tensed, my cock twitched, my balls emptying out as my release spurted between us. He watched it, then tightened his hold on me and fucked into me harder.

In that moment, I was nothing but the places I was connected to him, the two of us twined together in every possible way. Griff dropped down on me, face in my neck as he cried out, his dick jerking inside me as he rode out his orgasm.

We were quiet then, the truth of what he’d said hanging between us, the fact that I felt the same refusing to fall from my tongue.

Griff began to pull away first. “Shit. I didn’t mean… I have to go.”

“Wait. What?” I sat up just as he was pulling the condom off. Griff tossed it into the trash. “Don’t go, sweetheart. Please don’t.”

“I have to. Fuck, what is wrong with me? I need to breathe…sort through the mess in my head.”

“I—”

“Don’t,” he cut me off. “I just, I have to go. I’ll text you when I get home so you know I’m okay.”


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