Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 78696 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 393(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 262(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78696 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 393(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 262(@300wpm)
Hair in which I grabbed with both hands to urge him where I wanted him to be.
He didn’t take the hint when I pushed down harder, practically smothering him with my vagina.
I let go immediately as I thought about asphyxiating him with my pussy. What if he couldn’t breathe, and I killed him?
It’d literally be death by pussy.
“What are you thinking about so hard?” He asked, running the tip of his tongue from my clit to perineum.
“S-smothering you w-with my vagina,” I told him.
He chuckled, and I felt that sound all the way down to my toes.
“You won’t smother me, put your hands back in my hair,” he growled.
I did as ordered, placing my hands gingerly in his hair, causing him to laugh.
“Hold on to me, Queenie. It’s about to get rough.”
I did hold on, and thank fucking God I did.
Because in the next instant I was up off the counter, the backs of my thighs across his shoulders, calves hanging down his back, at least six feet off the ground.
“Griffin!” I cried, belly tightening as I felt his mouth suck my clit in.
I really had to be engulfing him now, but he didn’t seem to care as he walked backwards, only about ten feet, and pivoted.
I couldn’t really figure out how he was able to see, but I knew exactly where he was going to put me, and I swear to God my pussy started to gush.
I’d always been curious.
Sometimes I sat in the swing when I got tired of sitting on the stool.
I knew that wasn’t the intended use for this product.
But the damn thing was comfortable!
I’d set up a demo display for this particular item about a month and a half ago.
I’d had a handy man come into the store and install eyehooks into the ceiling, allowing me to hang the swing with ease.
It also wouldn’t be coming out of the roof anytime soon.
The man had been thorough, screwing the bolts directly into the beam of wood that lined the roof of the store.
Which was good since I hit my back with a small thump.
“I’ve wanted to use this on you since I saw it the day I got batteries,” he rumbled, hoisting the swing up by the chains that were hanging directly beside it.
I gasped as my body jolted, and I was positioned exactly where he wanted me.
I licked my lips, watching as he placed both of my feet into the stirrups.
They made me splay my thighs wide to accommodate his placement, and my eyes glazed over when I thought of what was in store.
“Shirt off,” he said.
He sounded breathless.
And I watched in stunned silence as he lost his shirt at the same time I lost mine.
“Your bra,” he rasped.
I bit my lip as I reached behind me, most awkwardly might I add, and removed my bra.
My breasts popped free, and I heard the distinct sound of his throat vibrating with appreciation.
“One day we’re going to have to take a picture of you like this…just for my viewing pleasure.”
I didn’t answer.
Couldn’t answer.
Because he started to lower the fly of his pants.
I started to gasp with excitement as he started to step out of his boots after lowering his pants.
The red glow was really doing great things to the expanse of Griffin’s hard body.
Every dip, divot, and groove was more pronounced.
My hand slowly lowered to circle my clit, feeling the wetness there and using it to my advantage as I coated my fingers and circled my bud as I watched him.
“Stop,” he ordered.
I ignored him, circling my clit faster and faster as I watched him kick off his pants, followed by his underwear.
A condom ripped in the quiet, and I tensed in anticipation.
“I said stop,” he growled as he stepped up to the swing.
I felt the large tip of his cock push against my clit, and I finally removed my hand, nearly whimpering now.
“Please,” I whined. “I need you inside of me.”
He didn’t wait for another invitation, only lined his cock up with my entrance and shoved himself completely inside.
I arched.
The swing jolted.
Chains clinked.
My breathing became even more labored.
And I was in ecstasy.
The feel of him inside me had my eyes crossing as he slowly started to pump in and out of me.
“You like that?” He asked.
I nodded. “Y-yeah.”
“You like me fucking you in front of the windows?”
I turned my head, gasping when I saw how close we now were to the windows.
Nobody would be able to see us…I hoped.
The Waffle House across the street from me was hopping, and I watched as a couple entered the restaurant.
But then a particularly brutal thrust had my eyes returning back to Griffin.
“Yeah,” I told him huskily. “I like it.”
He smiled.
“Good.”
Then he started to move faster and faster.
My breasts jolted with each thrust of his hips.
My eyes closed out of reflex as I started to feel a familiar blooming inside of my abdomen.
It started out small, but with each thrust of Griffin’s cock into my pussy, it became larger and larger until it was right there.
Right on the precipice, I waited.
“Come with me,” I pleaded.
He growled low in his throat, and his thrusts started to get longer. Slower.
I gasped as my orgasm raced through me.
The length of his cock slid all the way down the walls of my sex, pulling the most magnificent orgasm from depths that I’d ever experience before.
Griffin’s growl followed as my orgasm clamped down on his cock.
I screamed, unable to help myself.
My head fell back as far as the swing would allow me.
My hands clenched around the chains.
My heels dug into the stirrups.
Everything came together until my pussy exploded into ecstasy.
“Mother fucker,” Griffin bellowed.
Then he started to follow me over the cliff, plunging down with me twice as fast.
Short grunts, followed by a final sigh of completion followed his release, and I laid there in a daze.
“You broken?” He asked, pulling out of me slowly.
“Mmmm,” I agreed.
Or maybe disagreed.
I wasn’t really sure.
Tink-tink-tink-tink.
Someone was at the front of the store, slowly tapping a finger against the glass.
I stiffened in the swing and slowly started to untangle my feet from the stirrups.