Total pages in book: 125
Estimated words: 115763 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 579(@200wpm)___ 463(@250wpm)___ 386(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 115763 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 579(@200wpm)___ 463(@250wpm)___ 386(@300wpm)
“Fuck me,” she mumbles against my mouth, never stopping the kiss.
I should stop. I should at least put on a condom. I should do countless other reasonable, rational things. I do none of them.
One hand on her hip and the other on the base of my cock, I find her opening and thrust balls-deep into her in one smooth motion. Her head falls back, hitting the cabinet door, but the cry she lets out is of pure bliss, not pain. Finally inside her the way I’ve always wanted to be, I pause for one heartbeat to let her adjust, but she’s already grabbing my hips, encouraging me to get on with it.
Not needing to be told twice, and praying she won’t hate me later for this, I give her everything I have, everything I am. Years of pent-up desire, secret hopes I’ve harbored deep inside, and pure need flow through me as I thrust into her again and again. Penny locks her legs behind my waist, limiting my range of motion, but I make the most of it, staying deep—so deep—in her pussy and thrusting shallowly but fast.
“Goddamn it,” I spit out through clenched teeth. She feels so good that I’m already teetering on the verge of coming. I have to change things or I’m gonna blow too soon, and I want more of this, more of Penny.
I wrap my arm around her lower back, lifting her into the air and basically impaling her on my cock. Her arms scrabble around frantically, looking to grab on to something. She finds the handle on the cabinet and holds on to it for dear life like the damn thing might stop her from falling. But she’s not falling, she’s not going anywhere. She’s mine.
I grab her throat again, squeezing a little harder this time. “Look at me, Pen. Look at me so I know you know full well who’s fucking you.”
Her lids flutter, trying to close, but she fights hard to open them and meet my gaze.
“Griffin. I know . . . Oh God . . . Griffin.”
Fuck. My name on her lips, in a breathy, sexy voice I’ve never heard from her before, is my undoing. I pound into her harder, faster, rougher, too desperate for this to pretend I have an ounce of gentle and sweet in my soul.
“Pen?” I grit through clenched teeth. I need her to tell me to stop if she doesn’t want this to happen. I’m seconds away from spilling inside her, and while the thought of painting her walls with my cum is all too powerful for me, I don’t want her taking risks she doesn’t want.
“Mm-hmm,” she mumbles, nodding wildly.
It’s enough for me, and with one more stroke, my balls pull up tight, electricity sparks through my spine, and I explode. Pulses of my hot cum shoot out, filling her pussy, which is squeezing me like a vise. I think she’s coming again, too, but I’m too lost in the blackness behind my closed lids to look at her and find out. Still, I continue thrusting until the sparkles fade and the waves of ecstasy recede.
When I breathe again and open my eyes, Penny is smiling at me weakly. “Whoa. Plot twist, huh?”
I can’t help but chuckle in surprise. “We are so fucked.”
“Kinda the point, right?” She wiggles her hips slightly like I might need a reminder of what we’ve just done. But a shadow passes over the brightness in her eyes. “Unless . . .” She trails off, the question of now what? written all over her face.
I wish I knew. But I have no idea. I never intended for things to get this far, for this to happen. I figured I would never know the reality of what fucking Penny is like. Now that I do, I mostly just want to do it again, even though I’m still inside her.
I don’t say anything. I brush a stray hair back from her face, my eyes searching hers for a hint of what she’s thinking. Usually, I can read her like a book because she never hides a single thing. Every hope, fear, and thought is displayed on her face without reserve, but right now, I can’t tell what’s going on in her head.
I know my own head, though. “Pinch me.”
She frowns but reaches for my arm and pinches me hard. The sharp bite is a welcome pain. “Huh, not a dream. You’re real.” I smile, knowing it probably looks cocky as hell, but I am feeling pretty damn pleased with things. Her mouth rounds into a shocked O, which I press a smacking kiss to.
“You’re such an asshole,” Penny teases, her grin playful.
“Never claimed otherwise.”
Chapter 17
Penny
We do the awkward dance of getting cleaned up and dressed in silence, and find ourselves back on the couch in the living room, where I look at the man sitting beside me.