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)
In and out.
Long, slow glides.
And they had me panting within seconds of him showing me just what it meant to be teased by Griffin Storm.
His bent ankle came up so that he was resting his foot next to my knee, and at first I didn’t think it was that big of a deal.
It was different, yes, but nothing I couldn’t handle.
Then the small dildo…the one I’d used last night on myself, was suddenly wagged in front of my face.
I hadn’t even felt him reach into my nightstand drawer.
So the appearance of the hot pink, slim line dildo nearly whacking me in the nose had me pushing back on his cock in surprise.
Which, in turn, hit a spot deep inside of me that I liked, so I did it again, all the while the pink vibrator touched me on the nose.
“Suck it into your mouth,” Griffin ordered. “Get it wet for me.”
I blinked.
I had given the thing a good wash of course.
But I was worried about just where he thought he was going to put that thing.
“W-where are you going to put it?” I asked nervously as I took the small wand into my mouth and sucked it.
I was glad I’d washed it as good as I did.
He groaned at the sight, making my core even wetter for him.
He laughed.
“You need more attention than I can give you? That’s why you need poor substitutes?” He asked me.
I let go of the dildo to answer, and Griffin wasted no time running it along my spine.
It crested the swell of my ass, teasing my anus, as it slid down my crack, and my eyes widened in panic.
I gasped when I thought he was going to do something else with it I wasn’t entirely sure I ever wanted, but he kept going until he hit where we were connected.
Then he started to push it inside, next to his cock, causing my eyes to nearly pop out of my skull.
“Griffin!” I screeched.
The entire wand was maybe an inch thick at most, but then he turned the wand on, making me start to pant.
He held it next to his cock as he started to slowly push in and out of me.
Then the orgasm that had been on the verge of exploding before was suddenly there and blowing me out of freakin’ orbit.
I screamed.
I screamed so loud and hard that my knees gave out and I became light headed.
Lights swam in my vision as my brain tried to recover from the lack of oxygen.
Vaguely, I was aware that Griffin was coming behind me.
His cock jumped and pulsed inside me.
The wand was gone.
As was my sanity and desire to ever masturbate again.
I wasn’t sure I could ever top what had just happened to me.
And I was fairly sure my life would never be the same.
“You’ve ruined me,” I said from my collapsed position on the bed.
Griffin squeezed my ass as he pulled out of me, walking to the bathroom, I guessed to dispose of the condom.
I didn’t pay attention, though.
I couldn’t move my face.
Which happened to be buried in the comforter that’d bunched up underneath my head with Griffin’s exuberance.
“You want a drink before I get into bed with you?” He asked from the doorway.
I shook my head. “I don’t want anything. I have to get up in an hour, anyway; to get ready to go into work.”
He grunted in response, turning his back on me to walk naked out to the living room.
I thought for sure we’d talk, but the moment he was back in the room with me, he laid down next to my still splayed body, curled one huge arm around my middle and promptly fell asleep.
No explanation about where he was. No apology.
No nothing.
But knowing that he was tired as hell, and had come to me to sleep when he could’ve just as easily gone to his own place, made it all seem okay.
Until he did it again two days later.
And again two days after that.
By the time a week from when he’d done it the first time rolled around, I was hot.
And not in a very accepting mood.
Chapter 16
Make love loudly. Make war silently.
-Bumper Sticker
Griffin
I was on day eight of little-to-no sleep when I finally tracked my wayward woman down.
At a bar no less. At eleven in the morning.
A bar where she was surrounded by men watching her every move. Men who had nothing better to do, apparently.
She was in the shortest skirt I’d ever seen on a woman. It was so short that it just barely concealed her underwear, and she’s lucky that it did.
A black sparkly halter top that accentuated her beautiful breasts, and a pair of black Chuck’s completed the outfit and had her looking absolutely adorable.
Lenore’s hair was up in a ponytail, her long hair flowing freely down her back.
Her eyes were ringed with black eyeliner that gave her a certain look about her.
I’m sure all the men there were having similar thoughts.
She was absolutely stunning, even though she looked pissed off.
It didn’t make matters any better that Remy was, of course, sitting so fucking close to her that I couldn’t see a goddamned gap in between the two.
“Looks like your girl’s moved on again, you poor fucker,” Mig said at my side.
I turned my head only and glared at the little piece of shit next to me.
Well, ‘little’ being a figurative term.
He was, in all actuality, pretty fucking large.
He was the size of a small horse, to be honest. A jackass, possibly.
“So why are we here again?” Mig asked for the fourth time.
“Because my girl is here. I can’t tell you why the fuck you’re following me, though,” I snapped.
Mig smiled a tad bit frighteningly at me.
“Because someone tried to kill you last night, that’s why.”
I ignored Mig’s answer and started in the direction of my girl and the man that was about to have his ass handed to him.
Except I slowed when I got close enough to the table that I could hear their conversation.
“It’s not ladylike to swear, Lenore,” Remy said with mirth filled eyes. “It’s extremely unattractive.”