Page 127 of Rough and Rugged

“Fuck yes!”

“Say my name,” I demand as she starts to shake.

“Griffin.” Her voice quivers through her climax, coating my hand in her wetness. My heart squeezes hearing my name roll off her lips in that struggled tone. Triumph rolling through my veins as the proof of her peak rolls down her legs, drops falling against my bare thighs.

“Good girl,” I praise, pulling my hand free of her and shaking the liquid onto the carpet. A victorious smile spreads across my lips before I part them, sucking two of my fingers clean.

“Holy shit.” She collapses, out of breath and lying flat on the floor, her legs stretching out on either side of me. “Did I just do that?”

“Mhmm.” I lean over her body. “You ever done that before?” I hold myself up, resting each palm on the floor beside her head.

She rolls to look at me. “Once.” We move together, her legs wrapping around me so I can rest between her legs again as she faces me. “By myself.”

Heat plunges down my gut as a wave of possessive claim fills me. The knowledge of being the only man to have been able to do that for her has me never wanting another man to ever be able to. “I hope you don’t mind the assistance this time.” I lean down, pressing a soft kiss to her lips.

Her arms circle around my neck. “Not at all.”

“You did so good.” I kiss her jaw, then her neck, tasting the salty skin before sucking it into my mouth. I’m careful not to leave a mark, but I love how her hips jolt up to meet mine as my lips cover her.

“I really like that.”

I lean back, resting my elbows on each side of her. “Like what?”

“The praise.”

“Ahh.” I nod, raising a brow and smirking. “A praise kink.”

She pinches her lips between her teeth as if I’ve uncovered a secret of some sort. It’s the cutest thing I’ve ever fucking seen. The pink tinge in her cheeks has me pushing the hair away from her face and admiring the beautiful woman beneath me.

Chapter Five

Nora

IknowIwasthe one who propositioned him. But God damn, older men really do know what the fuck they’re doing. Never in my life has another man been able to make me come from oral. I thought I was lucky enough to be on the brink of an orgasm with Griffin devouring me from top to bottom. But then his glorious hands went to work and made me squirt all over his carpet.

I’m in a euphoric bliss staring up at him before he leans down to kiss me. The tangy essence of my desire still clings to his lips, and I’ve never been more turned on after already coming.

“Make me come again,” I whisper into his ear as he trails kisses down my neck. His hard cock presses against my leg, and I’m desperate to feel him inside me.

His voice rumbles against my skin, sending a chill down my body. “Gladly, sweetheart.”

I moan into his shoulder, rolling my hips against his and placing his stiff cock between my legs. He pushes against me, rubbing himself between my sleek lips, spreading them and coating himself with what’s left there. “Tell me where you want me.”

I can’t help the small whimper that leaves my throat as I rock with him, his head pressing against my clit. “Inside me.”

“Open those pretty legs for me.”

My knees shake as I move them higher, taking his direction and spreading them further apart for him. His hand is firm as he reaches between the two of us, guiding himself to my opening, already drenched and ready for him. Chills rise across my skin, but I’m far from cold.

But he teases me, pushing slightly and pulling back, not actually allowing himself to fall past my lips.

“Please.”

“Mmmm.” His voice rumbles in his throat. “Beg me again.”

I tip my chin down, looking at him through my lashes. The yellows and reds of the fire mirror in his light brown irises as I moan another, “Please.”

My jaw falls open as his head pushes through my opening, my stomach dipping as pleasure spreads throughout my body. His hips rock back and forth as he eases himself inside me. It feels so damn good. Everything is swollen from the deep orgasm I had earlier, and now I’m so full with him seated so perfectly in me. I’ve never felt this connected to another man. Sex can be so meaningless or so meaningful, and I’d be kidding myself if I tried to convince myself it was the former.

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