Page 96 of Barefoot Dreams
“There, my sweet girl,” he says and leans over, kissing around my mouth while his fingers are inside it. “Suck these clean and I’ll give you more. I’ll stuff you full with your cum before you take mine as well.”
I think I’m in a frenzy. My body flying over this world, detached, because it shouldn’t be possible for me to come just from sucking his fingers, but I do. The heat that was pulling at the bottom of my stomach spills free and I come with a guttural moan as his fingers rub my clit and fuck my mouth.
My whole body twists underneath him, the climax making me lose it completely and Griffin finally snaps. He pushes off me and then I feel his naked body over mine, the smooth, hard head of his cock sliding against my wet thigh where my orgasm spilled from me. The hairs on his chest teasing my sensitive nipples as he leans over me, bracketing my face with his huge palms and just layering kissing all over me.
Hot, open-mouthed kisses to every inch of my flesh.
“Perfect, beautiful, mine!” he repeats over and over.
“Griffin…” I lace my fingers through his thick hair, drawing him closer. My eyes half closed from pleasure and orgasms I’ve already had but also in anticipation of him inside me.
And then with a soft, sexy grunt, he pushes into my tight opening without stopping. His thick cock spearing me in two just like the other night, and I cry out from the intensity. From how deliriously good it feels.
“Christ,” he hisses, pushing deeper and deeper. My fingers close tighter around the strands of his hair. His hands clutching onto my body as he sucks my nipple into his mouth, and I feel euphoric.
“So. Fucking. Tight.” Griffin’s grunts mix with my cries. And moans. And pleas to fuck me harder. To give me more and he does.
He pulls out almost all the way, takes my mouth with his and slams back inside. Hard, relentless, and just…perfect. I clutch onto his shoulders, digging my nails into his skin as he fucks me like that again and again, hitting just the right spot each and every time.
Sex was good before. But never like this. Never this perfect. Never this whole.
Yes, that’s how it feels.
“Birdy.” His breaths are heavy, sweat dripping from his forehead but he doesn’t relent and I’m not sure my whole mind is present at the moment. I feel well and truly fucked. “Baby, clench your tight, little pussy around my cock. Squeeze me hard, but don’t come, you hear me?”
My mouth parts at his request but I do as I’m told and then two identically loud, desperate moans come from him and I at the same time because that…that…was so good.
“Again,” he grunts, and we do that again. The tightness is almost unbearable but so good. “Oh fuck, what a good girl. Choking my cock like that. You liked that?” I nod frantically. “Yeah, you did.”
Griffin winds his hand around my neck, slightly tightening around it. “Now, come,” he commands and slams hard into me.
Sparks fly around me, over me, inside me as I fall apart when he tells me to do so. I come and come and come. My already spent body, convulsing and tightening around his length.
And then in a flash, his thighs are straddling me again, the hand on my neck directing my head where he wants it as he grabs his glistening cock with his other hand and says, “Open wide.”
The second I do, hot, thick ropes of cum paint my tongue, my lips, my face. Griffin is still trying to catch his breath as he watches me, mesmerized and then slides his thumb across my face, collecting his spilled seed.
“Suck it, baby. I told you you’ll be drinking it all down today.” He pushes it past my lips as I take it all. “So fucking perfect.” Griffin leans down and kisses me. This time is gentle and sweet once more, tasting us on my lips.
He rolls us around, so I’m splayed on top of him as we both still trying to catch our breaths.
“Am I forgiven?”
“Not even close,” I mumble against his chest, too spent to get up. “Two more to go.”
Griff’s chest shakes with a silent laughter and then he’s moving me again, pulling me up until I’m seated right about his mouth.
“Then let’s get on with it,” he says, gliding the palms of his hands across my back and over the curve of my ass as he grabs a handful of it and shoves me down on his mouth as his tongue spears into my pussy.
“OhmyGod,” is the last coherent thought of the night.
By the time morning comes, I can’t even remember why he was asking for forgiveness in the first place.
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Griffin
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