Page 47 of Counterfeit Connection

“I’ve thought about this for days,” he says as he unbuckles his belt.

“Me too,” I admit. “Hurry up and fuck me.” I smirk, yanking his belt free from the loops.

The whoosh of the leather against the fabric sends chills through me. “Like I said,” he says as he unzips his slacks, but not before pulling a foil packet from his pocket. “Greedy, demanding, and impatient.”

I’m finally able to see Griffin Shaw in all his glory when he sits back on his heels to roll the condom onto his cock. He’s the definition ofman.He’s muscular in all the right ways, toned, and easily the biggest man I’ll ever attempt to take in my life. I’m equally excited as I am scared.

“You’re staring.” He grins.

“You’re slow.”

He wraps his big hands around my thighs and spreads them apart, guiding them to rest at his hips. He lowers himself to me so we are chest to chest and his forearms are resting on either side of my head.

“Look at me. I want to see your eyes when I slip inside of you for the first time.”

I curl my arms around his back and gasp when he sinks his hips forward, pushing his cock into me. I need a minute before I can even move. Griffin is so serene, even if he’s a fraction out of control inside like I am.

He holds the weight of his body with one arm, while the fingers on his other hand softly grip my chin, allowing the pads of them to trace across my lips. “Are you okay?” he whispers.

“Yes,” I exhale softly. “I want you so much.”

Instincts take over and I wrap my legs around his waist. I want as much of me to touch as much of him as possible. I give him a gentle squeeze of my thighs, and I can feel it send him to another level.

He pulls my hands away from around his neck, pinning them above my head. This act of dominance gives me life. My greedy body encourages him to finally move inside me. At first themovement is in a slow, paced rhythm. Then as his weight lowers to my body, he feels more forceful.

With one hand still pinning mine above my head, he pushes up with all of his weight on his free hand. He’s hovering above me, but looking down between our bodies where we are connected, watching himself slide in and out of me.

“Fuck,” I hear him groan under his breath. “Look at us, baby.”

I wiggle my fingers. I want to touch him. I want to feel him. He complies and releases me, giving me free rein to glide my fingernails across his shoulders and underneath to his chest. “Harder. More.”

He drops his body back onto mine and laces each of my fingers with his, pinning them to either side of my head. We find the perfect rhythm together, and soon the bedroom is filled with a cacophony of breaths, moans, gasps, and sighs.

He kisses me like he wants to devour me, and I’d let him. I’d give him anything right now if he asked for it.

He shifts his angle just a fraction and hits that sweet spot deep inside of me, and I arch my back in pleasure. “Right there. Don’t stop.”

He doesn’t change a single thing. He keeps his pace steady, reading my body and doing exactly what I need to find my release.

“You’re going to come for me, aren’t you? I can feel you trembling.”

I nod. “I’m… so… close.”

“Goddamn, Kaitlyn.” He buries his face in the crook of my neck.

That’s all it takes—that deep, baritone voice of his grunting in pleasure in my ear like I’m the best he’s ever had and I leap off the edge, tumbling head first into one of the best orgasms I’ve ever had.

“GRIFFIN!” He pushes up again to hover over me and slams into me once… twice… then stills on the third, holding himself in my body while his own release shudders through him.

His being slowly melts down into mine. It feels like every bit of emotion he had poured out of him and was given to me as a gift. I’ve heard from friends there is always one experience that all others would be compared to. I never understood what they were talking about until this very moment.

I can tell he won’t be letting go of my hand anytime soon. So I grant that silent request. However, I want to feel the tensionless muscles of his neck, back, and quite frankly, that perfect bum of his. I quietly run my fingers up and down every inch I can reach until I’m dreaming about it…and him.

Chapter 15

Griffin

The warmth of this room is unlike anything I’ve felt before. I’ve slept next to Kaitlyn other times. Granted it was on a sofa, we were fully clothed, and I didn’t really sleep. This is a warmth you feel in your core. It’s not from warm water rushing over your body, a blanket that is created for the reason of creating a temperature increase. No.

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