Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 61042 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 305(@200wpm)___ 244(@250wpm)___ 203(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61042 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 305(@200wpm)___ 244(@250wpm)___ 203(@300wpm)
I pulled back just enough to look up at him. His head had dropped back against the pillow, the cords of his neck standing out, jaw clenched like he was fighting a war with himself. I dragged my tongue slowly and deliberately up the length of him just to watch his cock twitch and the rest of his body flinch back, like he was over sensitized.
“Don’t fuckin’ stop.” His voice dropped an octave, rough and commanding and absolutely ruined. “Don’t you dare fuckin’ stop.”
I took him back in, and he let out a sound that didn’t have a name, low and guttural and barely human. His hips surged up, driving his dick down my throat with an almost merciless power. I gagged and he stopped, but he pulled me off him by my hair almost immediately and forced me up his body.
“Fuck,” he bit out, letting go of my hair. “I’m sorry. I --”
With a snarl, I shimmied back down his thighs and sank my mouth back over his cock, this time gagging myself and holding him as deep and as long as I could before I had to come up for air.
“Mother fuck, Veda! Fuck! FUCK!” Griffin’s hands shot out and bunched in my hair again before he seemed to catch himself and let go like he had hold of a hot potato.
So I did it again. When he didn’t take the hint, I flailed my hand up at him until I found one thick wrist. I pulled his hand back to my hair and curled my hand around his, indicating what I wanted.
“I’m goin’ to fuckin’ hell,” he muttered. I must have found his tipping point because the second Griffin’s fist closed around my hair, he took over. It was exactly what I needed.
He fucked my mouth like he hated himself for needing to be rough, like every thrust was a punishment he was doling out equally between us. Deep and relentless and real in a way nothing had felt real in days. Fuck that. I wasn’t sure I’d ever felt as alive and true to myself and my feelings than I did in that moment.
“That’s it.” His voice was hoarse, like his throat had been scraped raw. “Take it. Take me, Veda.” He sounded as desperate as I felt. The wild hunger in his gaze as he held my hair only made me want to give him more.
I took everything he had, concentrating on relaxing my throat as he continued to fuck my mouth. Tears streamed from my eyes that had nothing to do with anger or sadness. I needed this. Needed the primal handling.
“Fuck, you’re so --” The sentence collapsed. His thighs shook. “Christ, you feel so good. You feel so Goddamn, motherfucking good!”
I made a sound around him, muffled but still so full of lust there was no way he could mistake my sound for anything but pleasure, and his grip in my hair tightened almost painfully.
“Don’t --” His hips stuttered and he held me still. Or tried to. “Veda, I’m gonna -- you gotta --” He shook his head hard, trying to hold on to his control. “Hold still, woman!”
I didn’t move. I stayed exactly where I was and looked up at him and held his gaze with his dick in my mouth.
“Fuck.” It came out broken. Completely broken. “Fuck, I can’t -- I can’t stop --” He shook his head again with a frustrated grunt. “Pull back if you don’t want a mouth full of cum.”
The fuck I was pulling back.
I wrapped my arms around his hips and gripped his ass, holding him to me. His whole body locked up… then finally he let go.
He came hard, shuddering, his fist white-knuckled in my hair, his hips making these short, helpless little thrusts he couldn’t stop, and I took every single thing he gave me. All the while, his hoarse bellow filled the room, making my ears ring. And I loved every fucking second of it.
“Veda, fuck --”
I held him in my mouth, working my throat around the head of his dick as I swallowed his cum. I held him there and swallowed again, working him through it until his thighs stopped shaking.
“Christ.” His grip in my hair loosened to something almost gentle. His thumb found my temple, my cheekbone, traced areas of my face like he tried to memorize me. “Christ, look at you.” His whispered words were almost reverent. “So fuckin’ sexy, takin’ my cock.”
I sighed, letting my eyes drift close as I swallowed one more time, getting the last of his cum. Finally, I let his softening cock slip from my mouth.
“You didn’t have to --” he started.
“Don’t.” My voice came out harsh and raw. “Don’t apologize. Don’t you fucking dare.”
“I wasn’t gonna apologize.” His lips turned up at the corner. “I was gonna say you didn’t have to be that fucking perfect at giving head.”