Total pages in book: 32
Estimated words: 30011 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 150(@200wpm)___ 120(@250wpm)___ 100(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 30011 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 150(@200wpm)___ 120(@250wpm)___ 100(@300wpm)
Moving with a speed I wasn’t expecting, I squeal as Griffin spins me down onto the couch, and I’m suddenly on my back. He braces himself on his arms, looking down at me, the tip of his cock brushing my warm, wet center.
“I told you,” he growls. “Not until I say so.”
Griffin kisses me hard, and my entire body tingles. I arch my back, raising my hips to meet him, and feel his cock slip between my folds. He pulls back and smiles at me, then begins rubbing the length of his staff against my clit, the friction of it making me shudder and groan. I press my head back and close my eyes, a stuttering gasp bursting from my mouth. And then, without warning, Griffin plunges his length into me.
I gasp and cry out, gripped by a flash of pain at being stretched open like that. The pain is quickly overwhelmed by the endorphins that follow, and pleasure washes through me.
He holds my gaze and starts to move his hips, the length of his cock sliding inside me. The feeling of his body on mine, of him moving within me, raises goosebumps all over my body. I can’t keep the breathy moan flowing from my mouth. I look up at Griffin, unable to even articulate what he’s making me feel.
“Daddy, oh God,” I gasp.
I wrap my legs around his waist and grip his forearms so hard, my fingernails dig into his skin. He winces but smiles at me and starts thrusting into me harder.
“Yes, Daddy,” I cry. “Harder. Give it to me harder.”
Griffin complies and starts to pound me harder.
“You feel so fucking good, baby girl,” he grunts.
“I love having you inside of me, Daddy. You feel so good.”
Griffin kisses me, then pulls out. Before I can protest, he moves quickly and buries his tongue deep inside of me. I grip his hair, pulling it wildly as he licks and laps at my center. My whole body vibrates, and I feel like I can’t catch my breath as he eats me. Pressure builds up between my thighs, and when the dam breaks, I arch my back and call out Griffin’s name as I come harder than I ever have. As I thrash around on the couch, he holds me down and keeps licking me, his tongue making me twitch and touching off explosions of pleasure inside of me.
My orgasm has barely ebbed when Griffin climbs back up and braces himself over me. He thrusts his hips, sliding deep into my opening, and I gasp. With a wicked little grin on his lips, he pounds his cock into me, not letting me catch my breath. Pleasure and pain tear through me, making my body feel like it’s on fire. As I look up into his steely gaze, my mouth falls open, and a gasp bursts from my mouth as he wraps a hand around my throat. He squeezes hard, cutting off my air.
“Y-yes, Daddy,” I croak. “Yes. Don’t stop.”
“Dirty little girl. You like that?”
I don’t have enough air to form a word, so I just nod. As he fucks me, my face grows hot, and my vision wavers. Griffin loosens his hold, and I draw in a deep lungful of air, then grab his hand and make him choke me again.
“You’re such a dirty little girl,” he groans.
“Yes, Daddy.”
Griffin’s face turns red, and the veins on the sides of his neck stand out as he grits his teeth. He’s trying to hold back, but I feel his cock swelling inside of me. I know he’s almost there. He keeps pumping his hips, driving himself into me while he chokes me. The sensations that rock me from head to toe are intense and push me toward the brink once more. And when Griffin throws his head back and lets out a cry that’s more animal than human, I feel his cock twitch then pulse. A moment later, I feel him flooding me with his come.
“Oh fuck,” he grunts. “Holy fuck.”
“Yes, Daddy,” I gasp. “Fill me up.”
He trembles and holds himself above me in his arms, sweat dotting his brow. His face is still red, and he’s panting, but he looks down at me with a look caught somewhere between awe and adoration. Griffin leans down and kisses me tenderly.
“You are amazing,” he says.
“We’re amazing,” I reply, still trying to catch my own breath.
Griffin flops onto his back and pulls me on top of him. I lay my head on his chest and trace circles on his flat, taut belly with the tip of my finger. The blip with Professor Bryson aside, tonight has been perfect. Utterly perfect. And as I listen to the hard, steady rhythm of Griffin’s heart in his chest, I already know I’m losing mine to him.
12
GRIFFIN
“How are you feeling, champ?”