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)
“You awake yet?” Griffin’s husky, sleep filled voice asked.
I nodded against his chest, letting my lips trail along his chest and neck until I found his lips.
Then I kissed him, letting him know that I was, indeed, awake.
The feel of Griffin moving in between my thighs, his hard, massive cock pushing in and pulling out of my slickened channel had me on the verge of coming without him even put that much effort in.
He’d been busy while I’d been asleep.
He growled against my mouth as his hands lifted up and cupped my breasts.
His thumbs moved over each nipple, flicking and tugging lightly.
I lifted my leg up higher over his hip, gasping when I felt him move even deeper inside of my channel.
“God,” I moaned. “Griffin.”
He chuckled against my neck, wrapping his entire arm around my back to come to a rest just under my opposite arm.
“You fit me so perfectly,” he whispered. “So fuckin’ tight…and God you taste so good.”
He licked my lips, sweeping his tongue into my mouth when I gasped at one particularly delicious thrust.
“You like it soft and sweet, Queenie?” He asked.
I nodded. “I like it however you want to give it to me.”
“Good answer,” he said, pulling out very slowly before thrusting back into me hard.
My breasts were rubbing along his chest, and it was exhilarating to feel his coarse chest hair rubbing against them with our movements.
My hands moved, one to his head where I took a hold of his hair, and the other to my ass, then further back to where we were joined.
I let my hand rest there, feeling the way he stretched my entrance for his wide girth.
He growled when my fingers met his shaft, then started to fuck me harder, telling me that he’d lost the control by one tiny gesture.
“You know what I love about you, Queenie?” He asked me, panting against my lips.
“No,” I gasped. “What?”
“That you enjoy me so much. You let yourself go, and let me take care of you the way I know you need it. You enjoy whatever I want to do to you, and you trust me implicitly to give you what you need,” he answered, rolling to his back and pulling me with him to rest on his chest.
“I trust you with not just my body but my heart as well, Mr. Storm,” I whispered, bending down and gyrating my hips down on his hard cock.
He urged me faster, pulling down and pushing up at the same time, taking me higher and higher until on one particular thrust, I started to come.
I threw my head back, closing my eyes as bliss started to roar through me.
My pussy clenched down on his invading cock, trying to milk his come from him by sheer force of will.
He gasped as well and, at the last moment, pulled out of me.
Come started to jet out of his cock, pulsing up against my belly as he came hard.
I collapsed on top of him, pressing my now sticky stomach against his sweaty one, and tried to recover from the orgasm he’d just given me.
“Woke up and your hot pussy was pushing against my cock,” he rumbled.
I smiled. “I’ve come to like not sleeping in any panties. Seems it works out well for you, too.”
He chuckled. “That it does.”
He rolled me over and got up, turning the light on in the bathroom as he saturated a washcloth to clean up with.
Once he’d tackled himself, he came back to me and cleaned me up as well before tossing the wet cloth in the corner of the room next to the laundry hamper.
“You’re gonna pick that up tomorrow, right?” I asked sleepily.
He laughed, the rumble of his chest vibrating my face as he did.
“Yeah,” he said. “Been cleaning up my come rags since I was thirteen, darlin’.
I snorted, and would’ve replied but the sudden stillness of the room had the man underneath me going on alert.
“Did the power go out?” I asked, listening hard.
I could no longer hear the groan of the air conditioning, nor the soft whir of the ceiling fan.
Griffin got up and shoved his foot into the sweats that he’d been wearing earlier, picking up his gun from the nightstand.
“Stay in here,” he instructed, shoving what felt like his phone into my hand. “Text Casten.”
With that he was gone, and I was left alone wondering what the hell had just happened.
Was there someone in the house?
Power went out all the time…and I never acted like he’d just done.
I heard a soft thump-thump that jolted me into awareness.
Pulling up his phone’s messaging, I quickly sent a text message to who was listed as ‘Casten’ in his phone book, and rolled off the side of the bed.
I slid down the wall and curled into a ball beside the bed and nightstand.
And I stayed there, heart pounding, and listened.
“You can come out!” Griffin called long minutes later, causing me to let out a relived breath.
I tugged on my short shorts as well as the first t-shirt I could find, and hurried out of the bedroom.
The three men in the living room were encircling something big and bulky on the ground.
I couldn’t see what it was until I got right next to them, and gasped in realization when I saw what was laying there.
“What’s going on?” I asked, taking a step back.
“Fucker broke into the house,” Griffin said shortly, nudging the man on the ground with the bottom of his foot.
The man was unconscious, I assumed, since he wasn’t moving and all.
“So…” I said, waving the light on my phone around the room.
However, I froze when I saw an older man standing next to Rayleigh.
He had his arm wrapped around her protectively, and Rayleigh was leaning into his side, watching with concern in her eyes.
Was that Griffin’s dad?
What was he doing here?
“Dad,” Griffin asked, just now seeing the man standing next to Rayleigh due to my light. “What are you doing here?”
Rayleigh smiled and looked down at her feet.
Griffin’s dad’s face transformed into a shit eating grin.