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“I’m about to show you just how bothered I am.”

With a quick flick of my wrist, I popped open my belt buckle while rounding the truck to the passenger side, I opened the door, pulled my belt from the loops with a whoosh and wrapped it loosely around my hand, buckle dangling. Elle inhaled sharply,as she eyed it, wonder dancing over her face, and I chuckled. I grabbed her thighs, turned her, and pulled her ass first to the edge of the seat.

I dragged the cool metal of the buckle over her pussy, and she shivered and moaned in response. She gasped when I gave her ass a swat with it. “That’s for daring to suggest that I could ever be bothered by anything you do. I want your mess. All of it. Always. Do you understand me?”

“Yes, I understand.”

“Good. Now bite on my belt, woman, because you’re about to make a mess of my cock and I’m about too make you scream.”

CHAPTER 24

ELLE

He put the leather between my teeth, and left the buckle between my breasts. “Perfect. We might be out of town, but there are still a few houses around.” With one more tug, I was precariously teetering on the edge of the seat with the taste of leather on my tongue and loving every second of it. Intimacy in my life had always been tender, sensual, and boring. The same old position, the same old foreplay, and the same anti-climactic ending. But with Griff nothing was ever the same. I’d voiced my desires and he listened. But in reality, I’m not sure I had to say anything at all. Nothing was planned with Griff, he was as spontaneous and impulsive with love-making as he was in life and there was something so intoxicating about it to me. The man knew how to make me crave him in ways I never imagined were possible. Sure, it meant I might have to put up with the odd bar fight here and there, but he was right, it had only upset me as much as it had because I was worried. But I had to admit there was something undeniably hot about him coming to my defense at the slightest provocation, like he had, whether warranted or not.

I heard the crinkling of the condom wrapper and I resisted the urge to chew on his belt just enough to make sure I left amark on something of his the same way he was leaving a mark on all of me. Griff dug his fingers into the fleshiest part of my hips, bracing me for the impact. There would be bruises there to match the ones on the inside of my thighs tomorrow but I didn’t care, in fact I wanted the reminder. There was something extra intimate about him claiming my body as his in a way that lingered.

With one swift thrust I bit down hard on his belt and cried out against it, as he entered me. His thrusts were powerful but he was drawing back torturously slow between them. e

“How do you like that?”

I wanted it harder and faster. But there was something playful in his tone that let me know he knew exactly what he was doing to me.

Two could play this game.

“If that’s all you’ve got to give. It’ll have to do,” I teased, the belt muffling my words.

He laughed. “My, god, you’re perfect.” I didn’t care what he said, I didn’t even care that I didn’t believe him but he made me feel amazing, and how we were together made me contemplate the real possibility that we just might be perfect for one another. “If you want me to destroy your pussy. Ask. Me. Nicely.” He punctuated the last few words with a dizzying thrust each.

“More,” I cried out, almost losing the belt in the process. I wasn’t beyond begging anymore. I pressed my hips back pushing him deeper, meeting his every thrust to maximize the impact.

He groaned and let go of my hip and slid his hand over my thigh and settled his fingers on my clit. “I need you to come on my cock, woman.” He wasn’t asking if I was close, he was telling me I was. That familiar warm tingle at the base of my spine started and I bit down harder on his belt, so hard I was sure I was marring the leather. He flipped me over almost withoutskipping a beat and pulled the belt from my teeth, tossing it on the floor.

“I want to hear you scream my name.”

Clamping my eyes closed, I wanted to ride the sensation that was building. “Look at me while I’m fucking you.” Griff’s voice was so low, and strained I was almost afraid to look at him, but I opened my eyes as my legs started to shake.

“That’s it woman, give in, let it happen, lose control.” I couldn’t hold back any longer, I didn’t want to hold back giving this man every piece of me. He pulled me further out of the truck and I grasped onto the steering wheel so I didn’t fall.

“Fuck, you’re so tight. Some day, when you’re ready, I’m going to make a proper mess of your insides.” Was he suggesting what I thought he was? Of course he was, I was sure of it. But what I hadn’t anticipated was how the thought of him raw inside me, or of us sharing that closeness and vulnerability together, would hurtle me to the brink of breaking so fast it made me giddy. My lower body was suspended in the air, when Griff propelled himself into me one more time, before I arched my back and I let it all go, riding the wave of pleasure as it seared through me like molten lava spreading over the valley below. Except in its wake there would be no destruction, only the euphoria that this man never failed to offer me. Warmth ran through me, and there was nothing I could do to stop my screaming as my orgasm raged and I soaked us both. My cries were unmuffled as I met everyone of his thrusts with my own, shaking and spasming around him. Warmth ran through me, and there was nothing I could do to stop it screaming as my orgasm raged and I soaked us both.

Mid-way through my orgasm he growled, “I love it when you come for me,” In the moonlight I could see the veins in his neck straining as I spasmed around him again. “That’s it woman.” Griff froze and grunted just before he pushed into me so hard Imoved back on the seat. The absolute guttural groan that came from this man would have made me stop in my tracks if he wasn’t in me.

Our breathing slowed, and I stared up at him. “I have to get you home,” he reached for the condom and tied it. Pulling up his pants, he leaned over and smiled as he picked up his belt admiring it. “Your teeth marks on my belt will make me smile every time I see them.” Griffin took my hand and pulled me up before placing a gentle kiss on my mouth. He slid his belt through the loops again and climbed back into the truck, as blue and red lights flashed ahead of us.

“Griff.=,” I squeaked as I felt around the floor for my jeans. “I can’t find my pants.” Without missing a beat he turned and grabbed his jacket from the back seat and put it over my bare legs as the police officer walked to the window.

Griff turned the key in the ignition and rolled the window down.

“Griffin, is that you? How’s it going?” The officer asked as he nodded at Griff, and looked in at me, the dark cab of the truck now illuminated by his flashlight.

“Hey, Hal.”

“Saw the truck when I drove by, just now so I thought I’d check it out. Is everything okay?” The man at the window looked around Griff to stare at me.

“Yeah all good, Elle just wasn’t feeling good so I pulled over. Didn’t want her puking in the truck.” He laughed and I closed my eyes trying to hide my embarrassment.

“Heard there was an altercation at the Fencepost. Any ideas about that?”

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