Page 93 of Mess With Me

I grit my teeth, my own need threatening to distract me. “I know what you’re doing,” I grit out.

I grip her breast with my hand, tightening a warning with my fingers.

She whimpers, but she’s smiling now. “I can get you, can’t I? With my words?” She licks her lips. “You hold yourself together so tightly, Griffin, hanging on to that control, but I can undo you just by making my mouth move.”

She licks her lips, looking pointedly down at my bulging crotch.

I bring a hand up to her jaw again, covering her lips with my finger.

“You think I want to fuck those words out of your mouth, don’t you?”

She moans as I slide my fingers out of her pussy and thrust back in, grazing my thumb against her clit.

She whimpers—she’s close to coming again. “Yes. I think you…do.”

I pull my hands away from her just before it happens once again, and she lets out a frustrated growl. “God, Griffin!”

“You’re going to come when I tell you to,” I growl.

She shudders under me. “Please. I can’t take it. Please, Griffin.”

Is this my limit? I think this is my limit. I need her as badly as she needs me now. I grip her hips, pulling her against the rough wet of my pants. “Sasha.”

She takes my face in her hands, kissing me under the splatter of water. It’s soft this time. Gentle. “Griffin,” she whispers as she pulls away.

My hands move as if on their own, working the buckle off my belt.

I can’t play anymore. I can’t pretend.

My thoughts areI’m not supposed to be doing this. I’m not supposed to feel this way.But my words betray me, coming from somewhere deep inside me.

“So fucking beautiful.” I grip her hip with one hand while I pull my cock out of my shorts with the other. “You’re so fucking beautiful, Sasha.”

I’m not even talking about how she looks, even though she’s so perfect it almost hurts to look at her. I’m talking about everything. Every part of her, inside and out. She’s too good for me. Too sweet, too kind, too fiery, too funny. Too perfect for a man who sometimes doesn’t know how to be a real person. But her leg is up on the edge of the tub now, and I’m so hard I know I’m close to exploding all over her. I don’t bother taking anything else off, just reach behind me to pull open the drawer.

“You win, Angel,” I say through gritted teeth. As I rip a condom open with my teeth and hand, I hear her whimper, and I don’t fucking care about anything but her. Being inside her.Inhabitingher.

I release her only long enough to get the condom on. Then I notch my cock against her hot slit. “You win every time,” I breathe. I wrap my arm around her back.

As I plunge myself all the way into the most perfect woman I’ve ever known, I groan, long and low. I feel like a feral animal, a beast, claiming my woman.

She lets out a guttural sound, her eyelids fluttering as she tilts her head back. “Griffin, fuck—"

I pull out, dropping my teeth down on her shoulder as I drive into her again.

She cries out, gripping my shoulders so hard I know I’ll have marks.

I don’t care. She slides her hands up my neck, hooking them against the back of my head, her wet cheek next to mine.

I bring my hand down between us, my thumb on her clit, wishing I could be in two places at once. In all the places at once, all over her, everywhere.

She cries out at my touch.

“That’s right,” I rasp. I kiss her neck as I thrust into her over and over again, my thumb brushing featherlight against her clit.

She comes a moment later, a huge, racking climax that nearly knocks me off my feet. Sasha cries out my name, her pussy clenching so hard on my cock.

When she wraps her legs around me, I can’t hold back anymore. I’m still standing on the floor, so I turn, pressing her wet back against the wall next to the shower. In only a few thrusts—hard enough to shake the drywall—I let loose inside her, my balls clenching tight as I come so hard I can’t breathe.

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