Total pages in book: 162
Estimated words: 158848 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 794(@200wpm)___ 635(@250wpm)___ 529(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 158848 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 794(@200wpm)___ 635(@250wpm)___ 529(@300wpm)
“Would you like that?”
“Yes.” My hand flails from his shoulder to his head, grabbing his hair. He rubs harder between my legs.
“Can you come for me again?” he says in an almost teasing tone.
“I’m…yes.”
“Good.” He kisses my neck. “Molly?”
“Wh…what?” I’m so close, I can barely concentrate on anything except the energy gathering between my legs.
“Hurry for me. I want to come all over your back.”
Holy hell. The raw urgency in his voice undoes me. Nothing has ever sounded so hot. My orgasm descends over me like a summer thunderstorm. A powerful burst of pleasure. When the lightning bolts recede, I let out a soft cry and fall forward. He keeps his arm tightly around my middle, holding me in place. His other hand strokes and soothes between my legs, turning down the flame.
I stretch and crawl toward the foot of the bed and he groans as he slips free of my body. His hand clamps down on my hip. “Where are you going?”
I flip over, resting on my back and spreading my legs wide. “Come on my stomach. I want to watch.”
Surprise sparks in his eyes. “Fuck yes.” He grabs my ankles, drags me closer and thrusts inside hard and fast. A few seconds later, he pulls out and rips the condom off with a harsh snap. I watch, fascinated, as he grips his cock harder than I’d ever dare and works his hand over it.
“Don’t move,” he warns in a strangled voice. He hovers over me, pumping hard on his length over and over. His body convulses and shakes. He moans even louder and shouts my name. His eyes squeeze shut as his warm cum lands on my stomach and between my breasts.
When he’s finished, I smile up at him. “That’s…a lot.”
He slowly opens his eyes. The corner of his mouth tips up, then his gaze shifts to my face and a genuine smile curves his lips. “You okay?”
I arch my back, showing off for him. “I feel good.”
He pats my leg. “Stay right there. Let me get a towel.”
“I’m not going anywhere.”
He carefully extracts himself from the bed, but winces as he stands. I frown but, messy as I am, feel helpless to do anything for him. “Are you okay?”
“My leg locked up from kneeling for so long,” he explains.
“Why didn’t you say something?” I hate that while I was taking pleasure from his body, he was in pain.
“It didn’t hurt until I tried to stand on it.” He leans over the bed and brushes his lips against mine. “Your pussy feels so good, someone could’ve sawed my leg off and I wouldn’t have noticed.”
My nose wrinkles. “Ew.”
He chuckles and backs away slowly. “Don’t move.”
“I’ll be here.” I close my eyes and concentrate on my racing heart slowing back to normal and the warm sticky pool cooling on my skin.
“Here we go.” Griff wipes a towel over my stomach and chest, cleaning most of the mess. “Let’s take a shower.” He holds out his hand and pulls me up and off the bed.
“My legs are wobbly.” I squeeze his hand and follow him to the bathroom.
I can’t stop yawning and rubbing my blurry eyes while I wait for the hot water to warm.
“You all right?” Griff asks, grazing his knuckles against my cheek.
“You wore me out.”
Our shower’s quick and to the point. Griff glides his soapy hands over every inch of my body, pulls the showerhead down and rinses me clean. The little stall doesn’t leave much room for anything else.
Outside the shower, Griff wraps me in a towel, then dries himself. He rests his hands on my shoulders and guides me back to the bedroom.
“Are you worried I’m going to leave or something?” I ask.
“No. I just like touching you.” He pulls the rumpled covers back.
I stare down at the towel knotted over my breasts. “What am I going to sleep in?”
He hooks his fingers in the towel and yanks it free. “Nothing.”
“What if my brother comes down here in the morning?” My gaze shifts to the open door.
He walks over and closes the door. “He hasn’t yet.”
I’m too tired to worry about it more than that. I climb into bed and Griff slides in behind me, pulling me into his arms. His warm, naked body curves around mine and I stroke my fingers over his arm.
Monday, I’ll be back on campus. I want to soak up as much time as I can with him.
“I love you, Molly,” he murmurs into my hair.
I reach down and touch his granite-hard thigh. “I love you too.”
“You my girl again?”
The weight of the question steals my breath for a second. “Yes.”
But for how long?
What happens when I go back to school? Is Griff even done with fighting? We haven’t talked about his plans. Will he leave to film another reality show? I still can’t picture him wanting to stay here.