Total pages in book: 162
Estimated words: 158848 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 794(@200wpm)___ 635(@250wpm)___ 529(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 158848 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 794(@200wpm)___ 635(@250wpm)___ 529(@300wpm)
“I can’t, bro, I’m wiped.” Griff glances at our bedroom door longingly. “I want to sleep for like two days straight.”
Now that all the excitement is over, that sounds like a perfect plan to me.
CHAPTER FIFTY-SIX
Molly
A slow, throbbing pleasure wakes me the morning after Griff’s win.
Griff’s hard body firm against my back.
One of his arms stretched over my head, the other draped over my hip, his fingers lazily drawing circles between my legs.
I gasp and stretch, shuddering.
“Morning, Muffin.” His tone low and gravelly from sleep.
“Good morning,” I whisper on a shaky exhale. “That feels so good.”
His lips graze my shoulder, sending tingles of pleasure sparking over my skin. “I wanted to wake you with an orgasm.”
“I…I think I am. Keep doing that. Please.”
A little over twelve hours ago, I watched him beat another man unconscious in the ring. Witnessed the raw power his hands and body contain. The damage he can do to an opponent.
And this morning, those same rough fingers feather gentle and reverent strokes against my most sensitive skin.
My whole body shudders again.
“Lift your leg. I don’t want to take my hand off you.” Griff kisses behind my ear.
“Please don’t. Don’t stop.” I raise my leg, bringing it forward, trying to present myself at the right angle to give him access.
He pushes his hips forward, his cock sliding against the slickness of my thighs.
“You’re so wet.” He groans and nips my earlobe.
His hips thrust again and again. Each slide of him pushing me higher but not giving us quite what we both need.
After several attempts, he groans in my ear. “Help your man out.”
I lift my leg higher and reach down, guiding him inside me.
“Fuck.” For a second, his fingers stop moving as he pushes in as far as he can go. “God, you feel so fucking good.”
We stay like that for a while. Griff slides his free arm under my body, holding me close while his fingers lazily tease my clit and he leisurely thrusts into me. A slow, exquisite torture.
Waves of euphoria build and build, pulsing through my body in an endless loop.
He kneads my breasts, his rough fingers teasing my nipples. “You’re squeezing me so fucking hard.” He jerks his hips against me several times to punctuate his appreciation. “So fucking good.”
I reach down, covering his hand with mine, pressing him against me. “I…I…it feels like I haven’t stopped coming since you, ah…” I squeeze my eyes shut.
“Since I what?” He thrusts harder. “Buried my cock in you?” He half laughs, half groans.
“Yes.”
He slips his hand from between my legs and slides his palm to my lower abdomen, gently pressing. His slow thrusting quickens, driving deeper each time.
A deep, shivery sensation builds as he presses on my lower belly and his cock continues, stroking the same spot inside me over and over.
“Griff,” I whisper urgently. “I…” Pressure builds, my entire lower body on the verge of exploding. So intense a bit of fear hovers at the edge.
“Relax,” he rasps. “Just let go. Let me have it.”
The tension bursts, a wall of blinding pleasure showering over me.
“Yes, that’s my good girl,” he praises in a low, raspy hum. “You’re drowning my cock.” He kisses my temple. “Keeping coming for me.”
“I…” My breath stutters.
When I’m limp and panting, he squeezes my hip and rolls to the side.
“No.” I whimper at the loss of his warmth against my skin.
“Don’t worry.” He nudges me onto my back and hooks his arms behind my knees, spreading me wide and driving deep inside again.
I’m so wet, still trembling from my orgasm, that I let out a long, satisfied sigh as we reunite. Exquisite agony twists his handsome face as he thrusts harder. He lifts and tilts my hips, easily manipulating my body the way he wants, pleasuring me from every angle possible.
“You’re gorgeous.” His gaze slides from my face down to where we’re joined.
We’d spent a lot of time in this bed in the days leading up to the fight. But this morning, he’s wild, a man possessed, like he’s determined to wring a lifetime of orgasms from my body or bury himself so deep inside me, we’ll never be apart again.
“Fuck.” His body jolts. His hands dig into my hips. “Molly.” He gasps and drapes his body over mine, still slowly grinding his pelvis against me. His mouth finds mine, kissing deeply as he finds release.
Through panting breaths and pounding heartbeats, we kiss, rub noses, and finally he rests his sweaty forehead against mine. “Thank you.”
He collapses on the mattress next to me and I rest my head on his stone-hard chest. So solid and firm everywhere after weeks and weeks of relentless training. My fingers absently trace ridges of muscle, stopping when I realize the faint reddish-purple marks on his skin aren’t from our love session. I yank my hand away, afraid I’ll cause him pain.