And somehow, he sank even deeper when he shifted, bracing himself with an arm on either side of hers, his lips pressed against the nape of her neck. “You feel fucking amazing. Your pussy is—”
His hips drew back, withdrawing until only the flared head of his cock kept her open to him. He quickly thrust forward, burying himself inside her again. “Fuck, Everleigh. How are you this perfect?”
She closed her eyes and hummed. His breath was hot against her neck, his lips even hotter as he sucked what was going to be a vicious mark into the side of her throat that she couldn’t wait to press her fingers against.
“Please,” she panted. It was—fuck, it was so good, but too slow, the drag of his cock inside her leaving her all but vibrating with need.
“Please, what?” His tongue laved a path up her neck, his teeth closing around the lobe of her ear. “Tell me. Tell me and I’ll do anything, I promise.”
“Harder.” She whimpered when he immediately delivered, hips snapping.
“Like this?” His breath was ragged against her ear, damp and hot, and combined with the feel of his cock constantlynudging something deep inside her, she’d never felt this utterly fucked before.
“Yes,” she gasped. “Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”
“Never going to,” Griffin said, making it sound like a promise.
Her eyes slipped shut, her mouth hanging open as little punched-out noises slipped from between her lips. Thank God his nearest neighbors were acres away because she couldn’t have been quiet had she tried.
“Thought about this,” he confessed in a murmur against her throat. “I thought about burying my face between your thighs and eating you out until you screamed my name. I thought about burying my cock inside you just like this and fucking you so good your legs would give out and you couldn’t ... couldn’t leave my bed. Wouldn’t want to leave.” He huffed softly. “Fuck, Everleigh. I thought about fucking you so full of my come, I’d be dripping down your thighs. You drive me so fucking crazy. God, I’m just—”
With one arm, he grabbed her around the waist and hauled her up until she was sitting on his lap, impaled on his cock. He shifted, hand wrapping gently around her throat, pulling her mouth toward his. Only when she was totally lost in the feeling of his mouth against hers did he begin to rock into her, slower, but just as hard, more intense because of it.
Her legs started to shake, and it had nothing to do with how she was kneeling and everything to do with how he was taking her apart with his cock and his words, his unbelievably filthy words, promises she prayed he’d keep.
“You gonna come for me, baby?” His thumb brushed her trembling bottom lip. “Come on. You can do it.”
Fuck. Her stomach tensed, the thread inside her perilously close to snapping. She felt like she was going to fly apart. “Griffin.”
A groan rumbled through his chest, and he pressed his lips to hers in a bruising kiss. It muffled her cry as she shattered, toes curling in the sheets almost to the point of pain, her muscles locking and releasing rhythmically.
With a sound that verged on a growl, Griffin settled his hands on her hips and lifted her off his cock, pulling her back down hard and fast before he eventually groaned softly against her shoulder.
The room was quiet save for the sound of them catching their breath. Wincing at the stiffness in her thighs, Everleigh shifted and Griffin’s cock, now soft, slipped out of her along with a trickle of wetness that made her shiver and bite her lip. She collapsed against the mattress with a stuttered sigh. “Oh, my God.”
Griffin chuckled and scrubbed a hand over his jaw. “That was ... wow.”
She covered her face with her hands. “It was.”
The mattress dipped as he settled in beside her. A moment later, a hand slid between her thighs, fingers gently tracing her slit from top to bottom. Griffin pressed his fingers, and with them, his come, back inside her with a satisfied-sounding hum that, even spent, made Everleigh drop her hands and spread her thighs a little wider.
“So.” Griffin’s cheeks were flushed, his blue eyes bright, but the twist of his mouth looked nervous as he, with wet fingers, traced abstract patterns along the inside of her thigh. “Do you really have to leave at the end of the month?”
Everleigh smiled softly, stomach fluttering and heart thundering. “You know, I was thinking I might stick around, actually.”
