Page 95 of Barefoot Dreams
“What do you mea—”
He cuts my question off with his lips on my neck.
“Later, Birdy. I’ll give it all to you later. For now…” His breath is harsh and labored against the softness of my skin. “For now, I need to fuck you like I mean it.”
“And give me five orgasms. At least,” I pant and feel his smile against my neck as he nibbles on it.
“At least.”
Griffin’s fingers start skimming over my body, until they reach the hem of my dress and slowly slip underneath it, climbing higher but at a tantalizingly slow pace as his mouth leaves hot, wet kisses down my neck, my collarbone, the swell of my breasts.
In a matter of seconds, I’m panting and squirming and needing him to touch me…somewhere. Anywhere, and I’m sure I’ll come right this second.
“Griff,” I moan out when his hot breath skims over the top of my dress right over my aching breasts.
“What, baby?” Griffin’s voice is pure gravel and lust. “What do you need? Is it these tits?” He palms my heavy breast over the fabric, my hardened peak already digging into the palm of his hand. My back arches, looking for more and he squeezes a touch harder, eliciting a moan out of me. “Do they need me? Or it is this pussy?” The hand underneath my dress deftly moves up, sliding into my panties as he cups me, grinding the heel of his hand into my clit. My arousal, coating it.
“You, I need you. Everywhere.”
There’s a groan, and the next moment the cups of my dress are shoved off my tits, the cool air hitting my razor-sharp nipples as his mouth closes around one, sucking it deep and then using his tongue to swirl around it. He repeats it again and again and then moves to the other one at the same time as he pushes two fingers into my pussy, stretching it.
“Ah,” I cry out.
“Shh.” Griffin makes the noise around my nipple, sending delicious sparks over my body. “No need to cry yet. Let me give you something better to cry about.” He pumps his fingers in and out of me a few more times before he gets up, letting go off my nipple with a wet pop and towers over me, standing on his knees as his eyes roam over my disheveled appearance.
My dress is bunched in the middle with my breasts out. My panties are shoved to the side—somehow that feels naughtier—leaving me bare to his gaze. My wild hair must be all over the place, and through it all Griffin looks at me like I’m his piece of art.
“Fucking perfect,” he mutters, licking his lips as he takes off his LCFD T-shirt with that sexy, one-handed move and unbuckles his belt but doesn’t take his pants off just yet.
Sweet daisies, this man is a dream and he’s all mine.
“Now, let’s make you really scream,” he says, and my head falls back with a loud cry when he stuffs three of his fingers insidemy pussy as his mouth closes around my clit, sucking it just as greedily as he did my nipples.
“Mm-hmm, your pussy is so fucking sweet, Birdy. So fucking wet, I can drink from it for days.” He drags the tip of his tongue through my folds, alternating between sucking and teasing me while his fingers are pumping in and out of me, relentlessly.
My body is thrashing against his, my legs twisting around his head as my fingers dig into anything I can find nearby.
“Griff…Griff,” I pant.
“Yes, baby. Give it to me, come for me,” he commands, and I follow, a wave of ecstasy flowing freely over my body from the tips of my fingers to the roots of my hair.
I feel hot. I feel on fire. And I want more.
I’m still convulsing underneath him when he pulls out his fingers and slides them across my tingly clit, massaging it as he spreads my cum over it. “What a good girl,” he murmurs, the words all warm honey. His mouth still hovering over my sensitive pussy and then his tongue swipes up all the wetness he spread over it.
“Fuckkkk,” he groans, shifting his hips on my bed. “I just had her, and I want more. That’s how fucking good you taste, Birdy.”
“I-I do?”
“Wanna try?” He doesn’t wait for my response, his fingers already brushing over my lips as he climbs over me. His strong, muscled thighs straddling me and I peer at him with my hazy eyes. I can smell myself on his fingers but it’s not unpleasant. “Stick your tongue out, baby.”
I do just that and he stuffs all three of the fingers that were just inside my pussy, into my mouth. “There you go,” he says in that low, gravelly voice. His mouth slightly parted as he watches me wrap my lips around them as he starts sliding them in and out, fucking my mouth with them.
A low curse slips from him and he reaches over with his other hand back to my pussy, rubbing my clit simultaneously and I can’t help the moan that comes.
God, it all feels so good. The roughness of his pants over my naked breasts, his fingers on my pussy and the ones in my mouth. But most of all, I’m high on the way he watches me. Like I’m the best thing he’s ever seen. Like I’m it. The one for him.
“You like it? You like how you taste? It’s so fucking good, Birdy. It’s my favorite drug,” he moans when I swirl my tongue around his fingers, lapping up my own cum off them. “You want more, my greedy girl?” Griffin grits out and sinks the fingers of his other hand inside me before switching the hands out.
