Where did Selena Thompson go?
When he hooks his thumbs into my underwear and slowly slides them down my legs, I realize I don’t care who I was an hour ago. Tonight, I’m his.
Landon who? At this point, Landon is dead to me. Griffin consumes every particle of space in my universe.
“Oh, you are so pretty,” Griffin murmurs, admiring me with a feral grin that has me shivering. “So beautiful. May I taste you?”
His eyes are warm and beckoning. All I can do is nod, because the moisture in my mouth has completely evaporated.
“Good.”
He knows what a mess he's made of me.
With the first swipe of his warm, wet tongue, I'm gone. Landon never went down on me; he said it "wasn't his thing." I understood, because going down on him wasn't my thing either. But Griffin makes me wonder whathetastes like. All I want to do is give back just a fraction of the absolute pleasure he is giving me.
“Oh my God,” I moan, arching my back.
“Thank you,” he whispers against my skin before kissing my inner thighs.
Then, he spreads me open. He dives his tongue inside—inside—feasting on me. I buck my hips into his face, unable to control myself. His tongue slides deeper, tasting every part of me. I'm crying, overwhelmed by the sensation.
“Fuck me, Griffin, please,” I beg. I don't care how it sounds. All I want is that monster-sized cock to replace his tongue.
“Your wish is my command, Princess.”
He pulls away and stares into my eyes as he reaches for his belt. His gaze never leaves mine as he unzips his trousers.
“You said please.” His smirk reminds me of the Devil himself.
5
GRIFFIN
I’ve had women.God, have I had women.
I consider myself a master of female pleasure. I know the anatomy, the psychology, the precise pressure points that send a woman to the moon. Usually, I use those places to manipulate and coerce their orgasms so that I have their total obedience and devotion. I love the way a pussy clenches around me when a woman is locked in, completely at my mercy.
But with Selena, it’s different.
She is tight and warm, but more importantly, she is so new to this kind of physical intensity that her moments of delight set fire to the depths of my cynical soul. Her sexual satisfaction has become my all-consuming need.
“Griffin,” she cries out, saying my name like a prayer.
“Yes, love. Just let go. Give over to it,” I growl, encouraging her toward her third orgasm. I am dangerously close to exploding myself.
Before we take this to the point of no return, I manage to pull a condom from the bedside drawer. As per usual, they don’t have the correct size. In the penthouse suite I’ve rented, I have my preferred custom-fit protection, but we are in the moment, and the primal need to be inside her outweighs my logic. I can't be bothered dragging Selena upstairs right now. I rummage through the drawer, tear open the standard "large" packet, and roll it onto my painfully aroused cock.
I sink into the best pussy I've ever felt.
I knew when I first saw her that she was a knockout, but as we fuck on this velvet bed with the New York night sky overhead, I am in absolute bliss.
I'm also not going to last long. She’s flushed and euphoric beneath me, and my balls are tight and heavy. My cock is so rigid I feel like I’m made of steel, ready to unload the most intense release of my life.
I thrust into her, the rhythm frantic and desperate. I kiss her soft, sweet mouth, swallowing her moans. She clamps her hands around my neck, pulling me down so that our bodies are flush against one another.
In that moment, my control snaps.
“I’m going to cum,” I rasp, gripping her hips to angle away, intending to pull out before I blow.
