Page 57 of Counterfeit Connection

She giggles. “Yes, sir.”

I grip her behind her knees and yank her roughly to the end of the bed so her ass is just at the edge. “Careful with that. I might like it too much.”

“Yes, sir,” she says again, this time reaching down to fist the sides of her pencil skirt to start inching it up her thighs.

With a growl and renewed desire to rip this temptress apart, I kneel before her and shove her skirt the rest of the way up before tearing the thin lace of her panties away. “I think you enjoy pushing my buttons.”

She gasps when my thumb gently circles her clit. “I doooo, but you make me just as angry. You push mine too.”

I flip my hand over, palm up, and slide my middle and ring fingers into her body, pressing my palm flat against her mound.“Keep those pretty legs open for me, baby,” I command when her thighs start to close. “We are just getting started.”

After a passing kiss to the soft skin of her thigh, I sink my tongue deep between her folds. Her entire body tenses. She’s completely responsive and at my mercy in the best way. Her beautiful mane rotates from right to left with each taste I take. Her thighs become rigid in my palms.Oh no, we can’t have that.

I massage them with my fingertips as I continue to feast. Each divine pattern I trace brings a different noise. Sometimes it’s a deep breath. Sometimes it’s a soft moan. My favorite is the curse words that fill the air when it’s too much for her. “Mmmm.” I allow my lips to vibrate over her core. Kaitlyn quickly gasps. We don’t know each other that well, especially in this arena. I can honestly say, I’m enjoying every second of every new thing I learn.

Kaitlyn reaches forward, taking her fingers through my hair and even praises me with a gentle tug. My cock is as hard as it’s ever been seeing her like this, being in command of her like this. I pulse my tongue across her clit over and over. I can feel the growing energy surging through her body. She’s wanting a release. Who am I to keep that from her?

I feel like a savage the way I’m devouring her. Her vocalizations are nearly constant. I can tell she’s ready. “Oh, God. Griffin. Griffin.” Yes, beautiful. Let it go.

She reaches her peak. The gorgeous high-pitched tones to her voice nearly send me as well. But that’s not what I want. I want to be inside her when that happens.

Her back is still arched when I rise to my feet and begin to unbuckle my slacks. “Look at me.”

She opens her eyes and they are glazed over in a post-orgasm haze. “I feel like I’m floating.”

I retrieve a condom from my wallet, slide the latex down my shaft, and position myself, standing at the foot of the bed. “Thenhold on tight, baby.” I lift her legs and prop them up onto my shoulders. “I’m not finished with you.”

I wrap my arms around her calves, hugging them close to my chest as I thrust my hips forward and push my cock into her.

“FUCK!” she cries out then it bleeds into a long, sexy groan. “Griffin… more.”

I slid so easily inside her. Her walls did everything to invite me in. My motions are soft and slow. She feels so extraordinary. Control of desire is one thing I’ve always prided myself on. This woman takes that control and completely disintegrates it. I could come on command if I let myself.God, I want to.I also would love to make this last for eternity.

I focus on the grip of her legs. It allows me to keep my impending orgasm at bay. Without realization, my pace increases. Even the focus on my fingers can’t stop what’s about to happen. Kaitlyn’s delicate hands fly up to grip my forearms. She’s holding on by a thin thread. My need to please her wins over my desire to make this last.

I alter my weight slightly to give her clit the attention it deserves, and that is what pushes her past the point of no return. “Let go. Fuck. Please.”

With one final, “Oh, fuck,” her high-pitched cries fill the space around us as she tightens around me.

The pressure is too much. I growl her name, or at least that was the intent, as my own orgasm courses through my entire body. I see stars in my line of sight. I find it hard to even take any air into my lungs and by the limpness of her body, I’d find it hard to believe Kaitlyn doesn’t feel absolutely the same way.

I’m shocked that I didn’t receive a call from the front desk due to the noise coming from my hotel room. We didn’t care who heardus today. It was like a dam breaking and we needed to flood one another.

I don’t want to question what just happened, but I don’t want her to either. Kaitlyn’s limp body lies half-clothed on top of mine. Our legs still vined together in an abstract way. I can feel her lungs contract and expand against my skin. She’s still with me.

“Kaitlyn?”

“Hmm?”

“I am sorry. I feel like I’ve said that more to you than anyone I know. Can we talk about this?”

“As long as you listen as much as you talk,” she adds.

“I promise I will. Would you like to speak first?”

I hear her throat when she swallows. Her mouth is probably dry, but I don’t want to move. I don’t want to take anything away from this.

“I appreciate what you did. I’ve never really had someone stick up for me in that way, outside of my family… but… you really crossed a line. You came into my job and beat your chest like an animal until you got your way. What if he blackballs me? I may never get another job in my field again because of this.”

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