“That’s right. And when I’m done fucking your face, I’m gonna stuff that pretty cunt of yours until you’re full of me.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Good girl. Open that pretty mouth and stick out your tongue for me.”
The gruff command gives me goose bumps, and I instantly obey. His eyes darken, and he slides his thumb into my mouth. I close my lips around the digit and suck hard.
He pulls out slowly, replacing his thumb with his cock. His thrusts are shallow at first, like he’s testing my resolve. When he picks up the pace and shoves deeper down my throat, I take everything he gives, eager to please him. I feel more untamed than ever with this man.
His palm slides to the back of my head, and he thrusts forward over and over. My eyes water as he hits the back of my throat, and soon, tears stream down my cheeks unbidden.
After a few more pulses, he pulls me to my feet and cradles my face, wiping his thumbs under my eyes. “Look at what a desperate mess you are. A beautiful fucking disaster.”
My heart pounds incessantly, blocking out all other soundas he reaches into his back pocket and pulls out a condom, placing the foil between my teeth. “Put it on me.”
I press my lips to his chest as my hands work the latex over his hard length. When I pull back, he grips me under my ass and lifts me up, my legs automatically wrapping around his waist. I sink onto his cock, inch by torturous inch, stretched and filled beyond comprehension.
I never thought I’d find a man who could throw me around, but Griffin is doing it with ease. I’ve never felt small until now, and I might never feel this way ever again. My heart lurches at the thought, but I don’t have long to dwell on it.
Griffin drops his head to my shoulder and fucks up into me with a strangled groan. “Goddamn. You feel fucking incredible.”
My fingernails dig into his back as I cling to him for dear life, his cock hitting me impossibly deep with each fervent thrust. He grips my hair, tilting my head back to trail kisses all over my neck and collarbone, then he nips my shoulder and groans out his release.
“Holy shit,” I murmur breathlessly, running my fingers through his hair.
“Mm. Yeah.”
I throw my head back laughing, still clinging to his shoulders. “We didn’t even make it into the apartment.”
“Then it’s a good thing I owe you another orgasm.” He repositions me higher on his waist. “Where’s your bedroom?”
“All the way at the end of the hall, but you already gave me one.”
“And you should get at least two for every one of mine.”
I can’t help but smile as he takes off in the direction of my bedroom. “I like the way you think, GriffinHayes.”
He comes up behind me in the kitchen, wrapping me in his arms to pepper kisses along my neck and jaw as the scent of fresh coffee permeates the air. We’re both half naked—me in nothing but his shirt and him in his underwear. Clothing has been rendered completely obsolete.
A giggle bubbles out of me.
“What are you laughing at?” he whispers against my skin.
I spin to face him, banding my arms around his back. “When Jess told me about you, I said I’d never go for a cowboy. Something about red flags.”
He laughs that deep, hearty laugh of his, and a riot of butterflies erupts in my chest. That’s been happening a lot the last two days.
His large hand splays across my lower back, and he pulls my body flush against his, lowering his mouth beside my ear. “The color red hasn’t once left your lips this weekend. Has your opinion changed?”
“Maybe.”
A twinge of pain radiates from my left ass cheek as his palm connects with it.
“How about now?” he asks.
“Yes.”
“That’s my girl.” He steps back, a soft smile spreading across his face as he tucks some of his wild hair behind his ear. “Any regrets?”
