Page 87 of The Rookie

He pauses, his gaze searching mine. "You sure?"

I nod, my cheeks flushing. "I’m on the pill."

He tosses the condom aside, his lips brushing against mine as he positions himself between my legs.

Goddamn.

“You’ve got a great cock.”

“The better to fuck you with, Princess.”

“Griffin. Fuck me. You’veneverused that on someone?”

“Nope. I’ve been waiting for you, baby,” he says with a grin. Leaning toward my face and hovering over me for a moment, he whispers in a low growl. “Now you’re going to watch as I open you up, and ruin you Avery.”

“Yes, please.”

His hand slides down, guiding himself to my entrance, and I feel my body tense as he presses in a few inches.

"Relax, baby," he murmurs, his voice low and soothing. "I’ve got you."

I grip his shoulders, my nails digging into his skin as my body adjusts to him. With his size the stretch is intense, and yet, the pleasure is almost immediate—a slow, building ache that leaves me breathless. My head spins as he pushes deeper, his movements deliberate and controlled, giving me just enough to keep me on the edge.

“Jesus,” I gasp, my voice breaking as a wave of pleasure rolls through me. I feel dazed, slap-happy with sensation, my body trembling beneath him as he leans down, his lips capturing mine in a kiss that steals what little air I have left. “That fucking thing.You.”

He presses in a little further, his body flush against mine, and I think I might actually lose my mind from how good he feels. The stretch, the fullness—it’s overwhelming in the best way, sending sparks along every nerve in my body.

“Holyfuuuuuck,” he murmurs against my lips, his voice low and rough as his eyes hood over. His hands glide over my sides, his touch firm yet reverent, like he’s afraid I might disappear if he lets go.

My fingers dig into his shoulders, clinging to him as he moves, slow and deliberate. Each thrust sends a new ripple ofheat coursing through me, and I arch against him, desperate for more.

I gasp, my voice breaking as a wave of pleasure rolls through me. I feel dazed, slap-happy with sensation, my body trembling beneath him as he leans down, his lips capturing mine in a kiss that steals what little air I have left.

He presses in a little further, his body flush against mine, and I think I might actually lose my mind from how good he feels. The stretch, the fullness—it’s overwhelming in the best way, sending sparks along every nerve in my body.

"You feel so damn good, Avery. Christ. This is heaven. Your pussy is fucking heaven.”

For a moment, he stills, his breath ragged against my neck. His green eyes lock onto mine, and for all his confidence, there’s something else behind them—a flicker of uncertainty.

I brush my fingers through his hair, trying to steady my own racing pulse.

Relief flickers across his face, and he lets out a shaky breath, his lips curving into a small, almost boyish smile before he leans down to kiss me again. He’s slow, deliberate, as though he’s memorizing the feel of me beneath him.

He picks up the pace, and my hips gyrate underneath him as he pumps, long, slow and thick.

“Slow down…you’re a big boy,” I gasp. “Easy.”

A deep, rumbling laugh escapes him, and the sound vibrates through my chest.

“I just want to absolutely ravish you though.”

“Let me get used to you.”

He slows his pace, his gaze locked onto mine, watching—studying—every reaction I give him. His thrusts are deep, measured, deliberate, like he wants me tofeelevery inch of him, like he wants to brand himself into me.

And fuck—he’s so good.

Like, porn star-level, elite sex god good. Every fantasy I’ve ever had about Griffin—yes, I admit it—is coming true and then some. He moves like he already knows my body, like he’s spent years imagining this exact moment.

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