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)
“Oh, no,” I groan, fearing what’s coming.
“That’s right, Muffin. If I thought he’d touched anything more than your hand, I would’ve beaten him into a pile of mush.”
My nose wrinkles. “That’s not very nice.”
“Never said I was a nice person.”
I press my palm to his cheek. “You’re nice to me.”
“Because I love you.” His lips quirk. “Trust me, I’m an unapologetic jackass to everyone else.”
“That’s not true.” I quirk an eyebrow. “You put up with an awful lot from my brother.”
He lets out a short rumble of laughter then shakes his head. “Please don’t bring him up now.”
“Sorry.” I wrap my hand around the back of his neck and pull him closer. “I need you so bad.”
He presses his forehead to mine and stares in my eyes. I lift my legs, wrapping them around his hips.
“That’s my girl,” he praises. “Open for me.”
Slowly, he presses inside. Inch by pleasurable inch. He watches my face the whole time, backing off with each flinch or frown that crosses my face, giving me all the time I need to adjust and accept all of him.
“I missed you inside me,” I whisper, clenching around him.
He groans and pulls back slightly. “I missed being inside you.”
I tighten my legs around his waist and roll my hips, meeting him each time he thrusts.
“That’s it,” he encourages. “You feel so fucking good, baby.”
“It’s still okay,” I lower my gaze to where we’re connected, “with the…you know?”
He thrusts harder. “Better than okay. I think, without it, I would’ve blown before you had a chance to come all over my dick for me.”
I shake with laughter and he groans, resting more of his weight on me. Something about the pressure or angle lights a new fuse. “That’s good,” I whisper urgently. “Don’t stop.”
“Already?” He lifts an eyebrow.
“I don’t know, but it feels good.”
He thrusts harder, hitting me just right. How does he seem to know exactly what my body likes? “Oh God.”
My limbs tremble as sweet release spirals through me.
“Yes,” he groans. “I feel you. Come for me.”
He slows his frantic thrusting as the pleasure ebbs. His lips trail over my throat, keeping the fire inside me at a slow simmer.
He gently kisses his way to my chest and slides out of me.
Still a bit dazed I blink at the loss of him.
“Up.” He grabs my hip and turns me to my stomach, then pulls me to my knees. “Nice.” He flattens his hand between my shoulder blades, pushing my chest to the mattress, arranging me the way he wants. “Very nice,” he groans and pushes inside me again.
“Oh,” I squeak. “This angle’s different.”
He slows his movements. “Too much?”
“No.” I wiggle my hips and move myself back and forth, testing out the slightly different sensation.
“Fuck, yeah.” He rests his hand at the small of my back, gently guiding my movements. “That’s good. You’re so fucking beautiful.”
I concentrate on rocking back and forth. It feels good but isn’t setting off any fireworks for me, yet.
“Come here.” He bands his arm around my middle and, keeping us connected, shifts and turns our bodies.
Behind me, he kneels and urges me, “Up. Up.”
Keeping my hips angled so he doesn’t slip out, I brace one hand against the mattress. He slides his forearm between my breasts and loosely wraps his hand around my throat, bringing me almost flush with his chest. I rest my hands on his thighs and rock myself up and down.
“Oh. Wow. I like this.” I slide my hand over his arm. He feels so solid. “That’s good.”
He kisses my shoulder and neck. “This way I can touch you all over.” He demonstrates by sliding one hand between my legs and gently rubbing my clit. His other hand stays at my throat.
“Open your eyes, Muffin,” he whispers against my ear.
I blink, unsure of what he wants me to see.
“Look.” He grips my chin, guiding my head straight.
We’re facing a mirror over an old dresser. It’s only enough to see from my chest up but our flushed, sweaty skin, and the visual of Griff’s bigger body looming behind me while his arms completely cage me against him, brings on a new rush of excitement.
“I love you,” I whisper.
He kisses my cheek. In the mirror I watch him close his eyes and breathe me in. His lips travel to my neck and he stops to suck my sensitive skin.
I hook my arm behind me, grabbing the back of his head.
“That’s it.” He squeezes one of my breasts. “Look how pretty you are.” His fingers graze my cheek, then glide over my chest. “You’re blushing all over. I’m buying a full-length mirror, so we can do this again. You’re gonna watch me play with your clit while you work yourself up and down on my dick.”
The combination of his slow, cherishing touches and his dirty words quickens my pulse. I rock my hips a little faster. “Yes,” I moan.