Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 63741 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 319(@200wpm)___ 255(@250wpm)___ 212(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63741 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 319(@200wpm)___ 255(@250wpm)___ 212(@300wpm)
While I’m reveling in the flood of sensations, Griffin groans my name, grips my hip, and seizes deep inside me. His cock starts to pulse as my pussy throbs around him, our bodies in sync, our hearts pounding together.
Emotions come rushing up from nowhere, threatening to overtake me. This isn’t sex on a desk, or bent over a bed in a rush of horny urgency. Something about this feels deep and meaningful, and it’s too much to process all at once.
Quickly, I wipe away a drop of this emotion that overflows and seeps from the corner of my eye as my orgasm recedes. This is just a release of chemicals. Nothing more.
It’s been a long day, and I’m tired, and not thinking clearly.
Griffin presses hot kisses to my neck and shoulder, and I try to enjoy them while also ignoring how cherished they make me feel.
My eyes sting, and even though I blink rapidly, I can’t stop a few more tears from escaping.
He slips out of me and rolls me onto my back. “Hey. Are you okay? Did I hurt you?”
I shake my head quickly. “No, you didn’t hurt me.”
His eyes search mine in the darkness, and as his expression shifts, I have the feeling he somehow understands me better than I understand myself.
He brushes a gentle hand over my hair and presses his lips to mine in a mix of tenderness and desire. His thumb traces along the side of my hairline and down along my cheek as he rests some of his weight onto my body, securing me against the mattress.
“You’re so gorgeous, Emmy, and I’m not just saying that because I’ve become addicted to your pussy.”
The grin on his lips stokes the flickering fire in me, and I wrap my arm around his head and pull him closer. “How long ‘til you’re ready to go again?”
“I’m always ready for you.” He slides out of bed to take care of the first spent condom, and when he returns, it’s quite a while before we go to sleep.
I forget to set my alarm, but it doesn’t matter, because I’m awakened by a tingling sensation that slides up the center of my belly. Its origin becomes clear as I gain consciousness. Moisture trickles between my legs, and the swipe of a tongue comes into focus.
When I gasp, the licking stops, and I’m treated to the view of Griffin’s face between my thighs. His eyes are still weighted from sleep, or lack thereof, and in the dim light, his messy morning hair is a warm russet brown.
“Good morning, beautiful.”
“What are you doing?” The answer is obvious; I guess the question is more about why he’s doing what he’s doing.
“I’m having breakfast.” He buries his tongue inside me, and I fall back onto the pillow and prepare for my first orgasm of the day.
When Griffin’s done feasting, he feeds his thick cock into my pussy and quickly works up to the steady pace of a piston, pounding in and out of me so vigorously that the headboard bangs against the wall. How does he have this much energy?
“Someone might hear,” I hiss, even though I don’t want him to stop.
He grins in response, making me think he likes the idea of his housemates overhearing. A shameful bit of modesty pokes at me, but it’s no match for Griffin’s cock, and my concerns are quickly forgotten as he drives me toward another orgasm.
It’s an incredible way to start the day.
Later, when I’m showered and dressed and heading out to the kitchen, I’m wary. Frank and Zeb probably know exactly what went on last night—and this morning—and even though I’m assuming they won’t have a problem with it, this all still feels strange.
But it’s business as usual as the four of us get coffee and gather food to take to work, and during the ride in with Frank and Griffin, things are as they always are, except that Griffin is in an especially good mood.
EMBER
I’ve always been a good student—not because I’m brilliant, but because I’m disciplined. I put in the work to get the result I want, and I want top grades and a successful career.
But ever since I started having sex with my housemates, my studies have suffered. I’m just not spending the same amount of time on my classes as I used to, and when I do, my head’s not in it.
When I’m at work, I’m distracted by the sight and sound of them. At the house, I close myself in my bedroom so I can try to focus, but I’m continually aware that they’re under the same roof. Even when I go to the coffee shop to study, I’m distracted by the urge to go home, and the anticipation of who I’ll be sharing my bed with.
I haven’t slept alone in so long, I’m starting to forget what it was like, and even though what we’re doing can’t go on forever, I’m in no hurry to go back to an empty bed. Frank makes me feel like I’m his—not just for the night—and I feel so safe in his strong arms; Griffin, once we’ve finished, is a world-class cuddler; and Zeb gives me such a workout under the sheets that I fall into a deep sleep immediately after we're done.