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)
“That’s my girl.” He grabs the thin band and peels the damp material from my skin.
Fire crackles over my skin as he drags my panties down my legs. He drops them on the floor and hooks one arm under my knee, opening me wide.
“Yeah,” he whispers with appreciation, his breath caressing my exposed skin. “You’re even prettier than I remembered.” He slides two fingers through my slit. “Fuck, you’re so wet.”
“I want you inside me really bad.” I drop my hand to his shoulder.
He kisses along my inner thigh. “Let me taste you first. I’ve been dreaming about making you come with my tongue for months.”
“Really?”
His eyes close for a second. “God, yes.”
I shift closer and run my fingers through his hair. “I like your hair longer like this.”
He rubs his cheek against my leg, his light beard stubble scratching lightly. “You’ll need something to hold onto while I’m eating your pretty pussy.”
I flush from cheeks to chest.
He brings his mouth closer, his breath hot on my sensitive skin.
“Tell me you love me.” He lifts his chin and meets my eyes. His gaze penetrates down to my soul. Almost like a challenge. Except, I sense he really needs to hear it.
“I love you,” I whisper, running my fingers through his hair.
He lowers his head between my legs and swipes his tongue over my clit. My hips jerk and he clamps his arm over my hips, pinning me down. Somehow that excites me even more. I squirm and wriggle, testing his strength. His mouth is hot and insistent, his tongue pulsing against my clit, giving me exactly what I need before I even know I need it.
My body quivers under his touch. He shifts and hooks an arm under each of my legs, dragging me closer. He uses his fingers to gently spread me open and swirls his tongue around my clit over and over. Every few passes he stops to suck and kiss. With every touch, my orgasm builds. Pleasure ripples over my chest and up my legs. Restless with need, I cup my breasts and tug at my nipples.
Griff lets out a groan that vibrates against my core. I flick my eyes to his and find him watching me intently.
“You like this?” I tease my fingers over my nipples.
He flattens his tongue against me and groans with approval. As if he can’t take his mouth off me for even a second.
I arch my hips, pressing myself against his face. He nods and makes more encouraging noises, each one vibrating against me, pushing me closer.
He switches to flicking the tip of his tongue against that same, sensitive spot. I moan and try to spread my legs wider, arch my hips higher.
“I’m…oh…” I squeeze my eyes shut, concentrating on the sensations.
Griff slides two fingers inside me, curling and stroking in time with his tongue. It’s the last push I need to go over the edge. I let out a wild scream and keep chanting nonsense sounds over and over. He keeps working his mouth against me, drawing out the throbbing pleasure for an eternity.
When I can finally breathe again, I lower my hips to the mattress. “Oh my God,” I whisper, covering my face with my hands. “That was so…oh my God.”
He grins, pleased with himself, and keeps his palm between my legs, gently petting, like he’s keeping me warmed up and ready.
“Griff, I still need you inside me.” My want for him is staggering.
“Give me one of the condoms.” He jerks his chin toward the nightstand and wraps his free hand around his long, thick cock, and strokes.
I twist and reach, finally capturing one of the gold foil squares between two fingers. I hold it out to him and he reluctantly takes his hand off me to grab the condom.
He carefully tears it open and I watch, fascinated as he rolls it down his length. “Surprised it fits,” I whisper.
He ducks his head and laughs.
“I’m serious.”
“I know you are.” He stretches his big body over mine, resting his arm next to my head, bracing himself to keep most of his weight off of me.
Suddenly, I’m struck with the need to make a confession. “Griff, I need you to know something,” I say in a rush. “I didn’t—”
“Don’t.” He closes his eyes briefly. “Say his name.”
“But I want you to know, I didn’t—”
“I know.” His low, insistent tone resonates with certainty.
“What?” Why does he sound so confident when he hasn’t heard what I’m trying to say? “Griff, please. I need to tell you this.”
“Molly, you don’t have to tell me anything.”
“Yes, I do.” I take a breath. “I didn’t sleep with Torch…or anyone else.”
He dips lower, brushing his lips against my ear. “I know you didn’t.”
Why does he sound so sure? “How?”
He kisses the tip of my nose. “I know you.” His lips curve into a wicked smirk. “And you should know me a whole lot better by now.”