Total pages in book: 162
Estimated words: 158872 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 794(@200wpm)___ 635(@250wpm)___ 530(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 158872 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 794(@200wpm)___ 635(@250wpm)___ 530(@300wpm)
Molly
Am I an idiot for believing Griff?
I’ve known him for most of my life. Utter sincerity shines in his eyes.
I lift my arms, allowing him to strip off my T-shirt. “I wish I’d known sooner.” It would’ve spared me a lot of pain if I’d known he wasn’t hooking up with all those other girls.
“Molly.” He tosses my shirt aside and cups my cheeks, his warm, rough hands so gentle against me. “I love you. Every single, little thing about you.” His deep, hypnotic voice simmers over my skin.
“I love you too.” The throb of desire pulses between my legs again. “No more talking about you-know-who though.”
“It’s just you and me here.” His smoldering gaze traces the lines of my body. “You’re all I want.”
Griff probably knows me better than anyone. With him, my confidence soars. A deep, specific need to satisfy him thrums through my chest. To give him the same pleasure he gave me.
But damn, I’m not sure what to do. I reach for him, my fingers clumsily skating over his rigid cock. His body jerks, and he gasps against my lips.
Warmth spreads over my skin at the effect I have on him. “Please? I want to taste you. Will you show me what you like?”
“Yeah.” He groans and closes his hand over mine, guiding me to grip him at the base.
His sharp exhale ricochets around our hotel room. “Your hands on me are perfect.” He pushes his hips forward, sliding against my grip. So smooth but hard.
My mouth waters. I’ve never wanted to do this before. Too much fear or embarrassment stopped me. Or Griff’s the only person I’ve cared about enough to be this vulnerable with. I’ve certainly never trusted anyone more than I trust him.
Excitement shivers along my spine. He’s large and thick. My fingers curl around him and squeeze, then slide. Again and again.
“Just like that,” he whispers.
Eager, I lean in and slide my cheek along him, nuzzling and kissing.
His legs tremble. From just my small touches?
Without taking my hand off him, I move back. “Lie down.”
He stretches out in the middle of the bed and tucks his hands behind his head. “Now what, Muffin?” The cocky edge to his voice returns, prodding something competitive inside me. I want to bring him to gasping, shuddering breaths again.
“Tell me what you like.” I arrange myself between his legs and curl my fingers around him in a surer grip this time.
His hot gaze roams from my face to where I’m stroking him. “I like you naked and touching me.”
Fire races over my skin, hardening my nipples.
“Everything you do,” he continues. “Every movement you make turns me on.”
Instead of answering with words, I lean down and swirl my tongue around the tip of his cock.
A gasping groan drags from his throat. He curls his fists in the sheets. His cock jerks against my lips. Heat rushes to my core. I open wider and suck the head into my mouth.
“Oh fuck,” he groans.
“Do you have lube?” I curl my fingers around him and stroke.
“What?” His eyes flutter open. “Why?”
“Kyla said it makes it taste better.” I lean in and slide my tongue along his length. “But I like how you taste.”
His jaw clenches tight and his chest heaves. “Your mouth is fucking heaven.” He tilts his head. “Maybe the guys she’s doing it with don’t know how to wash themselves.”
“Ewww.” Laughing softly, I suck him back into my mouth.
“Fuck,” he groans. “New favorite thing unlocked.”
I try to laugh low in my throat again, but with my mouth so full it’s more of a hum. Griff groans louder. His fingers graze the back of my head, trace my cheek and along my jaw.
“Keep going,” he rasps. “So good, baby.”
I swirl my tongue and use my lips to suck and kiss, careful not to graze him with my teeth.
His hips thrust up gently in time with the movement of my hand. “Can you take more? Hmm?” His low, silky tone sparks my deep need to do anything he wants.
I nod and relax my jaw.
He growls low in his throat and his muscles seem to clench with need. He rests his hand on the back of my head and drives up into my mouth harder and faster. The invasion prickles at the back of my throat and I gag. Fear sizzles over me. I back away, gasping for air, but keep my hand wrapped around him, stroking in an erratic rhythm.
“Fuck.” Griff slows his movements and traces his fingers over my cheek. “Did I hurt you?”
“No.” Keeping my gaze locked on his, I lean down and swipe my tongue over him. “Just surprised.”
He sucks in a sharp breath. “You’re doing so good. So good,” he chants over and over between ragged breaths.
His fists curl tighter in the sheets. His body strains, muscles rigid. He’s holding himself back, afraid he’ll hurt me. It ignites my wicked desire to drive him mindless with pleasure until he snaps. Every time his body jolts, every groan, sigh, and hiss of breath, I catalog it so I can recreate the lick or touch that caused it.