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Piper
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I don’t know how it happened, but we’re on our feet. Griffin’s hand is still in my hair and I’m fisting his suit jacket.
If what he says is true, I’m about to have the best sex of my life.
The man can kiss.
He deepens the kiss with a swipe of his tongue over mine. I control the urge to moan because I want to savor every second of this. I don’t want my body’s natural impulses to quicken the tempo of what’s happening between us.
“Do you want me?” His voice is low and filled with blatant need.
I can feel his erection pressing against me. It’s thick and so hard that I could rip open his belt, unbuckle his pants, yank the zipper down and take him inside me with just a push of my panties to the side.
I’m wet. I’m so wet and aroused that I’m already turning the corner toward an orgasm.
I’ve never felt this needy just from the touch of a man’s lips against mine and the taste of his breath.
It’s sweet. Peppermint mixed with the red wine laced with him.
I nod because I have no idea how my voice will sound if I try to speak right now.
“Say it, Piper.” He bites my bottom lip. “Tell me you want me to fuck you.”
Jesus.
I grip his coat tighter. I lick his bottom lip before I whisper, “I want it.”
He pulls back from our kiss, instantly leaving me feeling bereft. “Say it. Tell me you want me to fuck you.”
I haven’t said those words to a man before. I’ve only ever let my body speak for me. A touch on his chest, a lick on the tip of his cock, a misguided attempt to give a full blow job that never ended with me swallowing anything but my pride.
I haven’t wanted the level of intimacy where I could completely let go before, until now.
I rest my head against his chest. “I want you to fuck me.”
“Louder.” He pulls my hair back, so I have no choice but to look up and into his face. “Say it so I can hear it.”
I lick my swollen bottom lip. There’s a small burst of pain from where he bit me. It only makes me want him more. I lock eyes with him. “I want you to fuck me, Griffin.”
“Your bedroom,” he groans as he picks me up, wraps my legs around his waist and carries me down the hallway.
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My blouse is off and on the floor before I have a chance to think. I don’t complain when I watch his hands move around to the back of my skirt to tug down the zipper. I let him slide the material to the floor, revealing the white lace panties I’m wearing.
I’m thankful that I chose matching lingerie today. The white lace bra is the perfect fit for my breasts.
He stares at my body as he grazes his hand over the front of his pants.
“You’re so beautiful.”
I should thank him for the compliment, but I’m too focused on what he’s doing to form any words. He’s staring at my breasts, his hands inching up my sides toward my bra.
He lowers his head and kisses me again. This time it’s more fevered, his tongue probes deeply into my mouth trying to coax a moan from me. I can’t stop it. I give him what he wants when he trails his lips down my neck to the top of my breast.
He yanks the cup of my bra down and my nipple is as hard as it feels. It’s aching, needy and when his tongue flicks out to sample it, I grab his shoulder to steady myself.
The clasp at the front of my bra is no match for his deft fingers. He pushes it off before he drops himself to one knee to slide my panties down.
I’m exposed and wet. I know he can see how much I want him. He lowers his mouth to my pussy, his breath breezing over my swollen clit before the tip of his tongue follows the same path.
It’s the barest, lightest touch but it almost tears me in half from its intensity.
“Get on the bed.” His voice is gruff and low as he stands. “Jesus, I need to fuck you.”
My entire body heats when he unbuttons his shirt to reveal a toned chest and sculpted abs. He’s magnificent in every way and when he finally bends down to rid himself of his pants and boxer briefs, I can’t help but stare.
His cock is thick and hard, jutting up toward his navel.
He reaches down to fumble with his pants pocket, pulling out a condom package before he tosses it on the bed.
“On the bed,” he repeats with less patience and more raw need.
I lower myself to the edge until I’m sitting with him standing in front of me.
My desire to taste him takes over and I lean forward, wrapping my hand around the base of his cock before I drag my tongue slowly over the head to steal the drop of come that’s been tempting me.
His hands fist back in my hair as he lets out a guttural sound that shakes me to my core.
My mouth is on him quickly, taking him deep, moaning around his silky hot flesh. I lick, suck and stroke him, feeling him harden even more under my touch.
“Yes,” he hisses out. “So fucking good.”
He steadies the pace, leisurely fucking my mouth while I rest one hand on his thigh, the other still at the root of him, squeezing and stroking, wanting him to gift me with the taste of his release.
“I can’t.” He pulls back with a half-laugh wrapped around a grunt. “I want to be inside you. I need it.”
I need it too.
I wipe my lips with the back of my hand not caring that he’s wet from my mouth.
I move backwards up the bed, my eyes pinned to his. He smiles and my breath catches because he’s gorgeous and wanting. His gaze stays locked to mine as he rips open the condom package and sheathes himself.
“Your body is amazing.” He crawls over me, his thick heavy cock dragging along the skin on the side of my leg, heating a path straight to my core. “I’m going to fuck this sweet little pussy until you scream my name.”
My legs fall open from sheer need. The need to feel; the need to be fucked by this man.
He reaches down to slide the tip of his cock over my slit, parting my lips, teasing my clit.
“I’m going to fuck you and then I’ll taste how sweet you are.” He keeps his eyes on mine as he pushes in, inch by thick inch.
My back bows with his girth. He takes it slow at first, long steady strokes that take me closer to the edge and when his thrusts become deep and intense, I slide my hands from his back to his hair and kiss him hard.
“I’m going to...” I say against his mouth before my words get lost in the orgasm that washes over me.